Thursday 20 June 2002
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Pic of the day: Typical smite-like behavior from Dark Age of Camelot. (I can hardly believe I had forgotten many of the control keys already!) Service with a smiteI was peacefully walking down the main street of Kristiansand, appropriately named "Markens gate". (I suppose it was originally called "Market Street" or perhaps even "Meadows Street", both of which are fairly similar in Norwegian. But in today's language the name translates as "The Worm's Street".) The day was bright but not excessively hot, and shapely women in tight-fitting clothes abounded, as usual on summer days like these. I walked absentmindedly, my inner eye replaying the scene in Prince of Egypt where Moses stands in a plaza while burning chunks of ice plummet from the sky all around him, people screaming and running in terror, while Moses stands there looking sadly around and singing:
This was my home. (What can I say? I guess I just have a naturally sunny and cheerful disposition.) ***I continued down the street all the way to McDonalds. I don't eat burgers every week, as will soon be obvious, but it may seem a big part of my life because it tends to spawn entries. Well, I lined up for my monthly Big Mac. A fairly tall and strong looking Asian girl was taking the orders, looking almost relaxed yet working quickly and efficiently. As I admired the young working girl, my eyes automatically went to the front of her shirt. No, not like that! A little further down. There was some text there, and I have this habit of reading whatever is set before me. (Insert distant angel choir: "Holy! Holy! Holy!") Much to my surprise I read: Service with a smite. Somehow it seemed to contrast with the happy face sign printed above ... After my initial doubletake, I realized and read it again, this time correctly. "Service with a smile." I guess a spiritual diet of Acid Reflux and Prince of Egypt was bound to have some side effects ... |
Bright day, light clouds. |
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