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I've been down for a week with Chest Cold Two: Bride of Cold, which has keept me basically useless for anything other than napping and dorking around on the computer.
Due to a combination of cold meds and too much Dragon Age II, I had a vivid dream in which I was in a city on the eve of war (between mages and templars. Dragon Age). The factions were gathering in the streets, full battle was inevitable, and the only outcome could be carnage... but still, I stunned all of my faithful companions by venturing out alone into no-man's land, standing between the opposing armies, and...
singing Jonathan Coulton's "First of May."
Everyone listened! People stopped sharpening blades and muttering incantations! For a moment, it seemed like it just might work! My people WOULD get together outside!
And then that little dream voice, the nagging one that tells you "wait, this isn't your house. Rabbits don't come in purple. Have you forgotten about gravity?" says:
"It will never work. It's April."
It is perhaps telling that the next morning when I told my housemate![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
madalchemist the first thing he said was.
"But... it's April!"
Then, after a moment of consideration, he expressed suprise at the idea of solving armed ideological conflict with massive outdoor orgies.
But. But. APRIL!
Due to a combination of cold meds and too much Dragon Age II, I had a vivid dream in which I was in a city on the eve of war (between mages and templars. Dragon Age). The factions were gathering in the streets, full battle was inevitable, and the only outcome could be carnage... but still, I stunned all of my faithful companions by venturing out alone into no-man's land, standing between the opposing armies, and...
singing Jonathan Coulton's "First of May."
Everyone listened! People stopped sharpening blades and muttering incantations! For a moment, it seemed like it just might work! My people WOULD get together outside!
And then that little dream voice, the nagging one that tells you "wait, this isn't your house. Rabbits don't come in purple. Have you forgotten about gravity?" says:
"It will never work. It's April."
It is perhaps telling that the next morning when I told my housemate
madalchemist the first thing he said was."But... it's April!"
Then, after a moment of consideration, he expressed suprise at the idea of solving armed ideological conflict with massive outdoor orgies.
But. But. APRIL!
