The Game of Gull and Lamppost
Nov. 28th, 2008 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceWhen the going gets tough, the tough - as we know - go shopping.
Well, I'd already read all my friends page, and it was barely two-thirty. What's a man to do?
There's a motorway carved right through this city, and a part of my way lies beside it.
Seagulls, for some inscrutable avian reason, like to perch atop the m'way lampposts and watch the cars.
A gull flew in to land on one of the lampposts - which clearly meant that the gull already there was obliged to move. So that one flew across to the opposite lamppost, which already hosted two gulls: which meant that one of those had to move.
And so on, with variations, all the way down the motorway as far as my eye could see.
Clearly this was a LARPy version of chequers, or possibly backgammon. For seabirds. Featherbackgammon.
Talking of gammon, I do just want to eat and eat suddenly, and mostly porcine products. Meatloaf, pork pie, smoked ham. Sossidge. Can this be genetic, or some kind of cultural memory artefact: the weather has turned, 'tis time to be slaughtering the pig?
Well, I'd already read all my friends page, and it was barely two-thirty. What's a man to do?
There's a motorway carved right through this city, and a part of my way lies beside it.
Seagulls, for some inscrutable avian reason, like to perch atop the m'way lampposts and watch the cars.
A gull flew in to land on one of the lampposts - which clearly meant that the gull already there was obliged to move. So that one flew across to the opposite lamppost, which already hosted two gulls: which meant that one of those had to move.
And so on, with variations, all the way down the motorway as far as my eye could see.
Clearly this was a LARPy version of chequers, or possibly backgammon. For seabirds. Featherbackgammon.
Talking of gammon, I do just want to eat and eat suddenly, and mostly porcine products. Meatloaf, pork pie, smoked ham. Sossidge. Can this be genetic, or some kind of cultural memory artefact: the weather has turned, 'tis time to be slaughtering the pig?