Oh SHIT, son...
Jun. 21st, 2005 09:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianI'm sitting here, staring out over my balcony at a blood-red full moon. It's been that shade for a half hour now without changing. It just keeps getting brighter, rising over the city, a crimson moon in a sky burnt purple-orange by sodium lights.
The scientist in me is going, "What a fascinating astronomical phenomenon. I wonder what caused it?"
The anime fan in me is going, "Uh oh, Muraki must be about!"
The White Wolf roleplayer in me is going, "Aw shit, the world's ending and I still haven't visited Japan or read the tenth book in the Wheel of Time series."
The pagan in me is gibbering incoherently at the sight of such an omen on Midsummer's Night. It looks like Luna is screaming. There is also an Io moth (the first I've ever seen in this area) trying to get in through the balcony door. My pagan senses are tingling, and not in a happy way.
The scientist in me is going, "What a fascinating astronomical phenomenon. I wonder what caused it?"
The anime fan in me is going, "Uh oh, Muraki must be about!"
The White Wolf roleplayer in me is going, "Aw shit, the world's ending and I still haven't visited Japan or read the tenth book in the Wheel of Time series."
The pagan in me is gibbering incoherently at the sight of such an omen on Midsummer's Night. It looks like Luna is screaming. There is also an Io moth (the first I've ever seen in this area) trying to get in through the balcony door. My pagan senses are tingling, and not in a happy way.
