If it keeps on raining

Stuart posted a link to this video, which proves that somebody is amazingly familiar with the Disney canon and perhaps has a lot of free time on their hands. I applaud their efforts.

Let Alone the Trees

It started earlier this week, when somebody dropped a comment in a journal entry that the eastern hills were going into their brief 'Emerald Isles' phase. And that got me thinking. Last night, it rained--not quite that drenching, bone-chilling Pacific funnel of moisture that I'm accustomed to, but similar.
Now, it should not be construed that I don't think about home any other time, that I don't in fact find myself instinctively looking for El Camino when I'm trying to get somewhere, or that I don't instinctively plan for the marine layer to come in at night, or that I don't find myself thinking "If it's nice this weekend, I should go to Shoreline and taunt the birds."
But hey, California. I was thinking about you.

Dragon Age--All I Need Is the Landsmeet

Mopping up has concluded. I sent Dagna off to the Circle, her father hates me. I did Shayle's personal quest; the lootz were phat and the combat was invigorating. At one point, I fell in a lake and couldn't get out. I worried that my party would be lacking a PC forever, because I just borrowed Alastair's body eventually and continued the mission, but I teleported out to catch up eventually. yay me!
And now I'm at the gates of Castle Red Cliff.

EDIT: Oh! I forgot! We also met Goldanna, Alastair's half sister. She was... It was certainly a pleasure to make her acquaintance and then leave. Admittedly, I could see how she'd started down that road, but my conversational options were too limited to explore that.