My weekend as an honorary German

It was a strenuous, exhausting, yet enjoyable weekend. It’s going to be a fairly strenuous week too, by my standards. I have to prepare for my departure for Minot (the Høstfest Scandinavian festival, if you’re a new reader) on Monday. On Thursday I have to help the guys load a van for that event, and on Saturday I help a friend move.

(By the way, Phil will be gone next week too. Both of us will try to post as opportunities present themselves, but frequency will be down.)

Another Viking and I drove down to New Ulm on Saturday evening. The weather was unseasonably warm, and remained that way through the event. We were given a room in an old hotel which is now operating as a sort of arts center. As latecomers, we had to take a room on the third floor, where the air conditioner’s writ did not run, but opening a window helped a little. We slept on army cots, and I actually slept pretty well, since I’d prudently stayed up late the night before in order to give myself a sleep deficit.

There was a shower downstairs, and I (up early) was the first to snag it after the Roman who’d been sleeping in the room got up and went to breakfast. The shower, as it turned out, was cold. I endured it like a Cherusci (that was my tribe).

Afterwards, the Roman informed me (with a smile) that the shower did have hot water—“Just not for the first guy.”

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Weekend report, video edition

Here’s a YouTube video of our battle this weekend. I’m in the main section of the barbarian army, the one that comes up from the mid-left with Arminius himself, but I was standing on the opposite side, so it’s pretty hard to make me out. I think I caught a glimpse of me once. I was wearing a white tunic.

The clip is almost ten minutes long.

Happy Birthday to H.G.Wells

Today in 1866, H.G. Wells, who said, “I must confess that my imagination refuses to see any sort of submarine doing anything but suffocating its crew and floundering at sea,” who said, “Every time I see an adult on a bicycle, I no longer despair for the future of the human race,” was born. Wells had little imagination for submarines and also for hell. He said, “Sailors ought never to go to church. They ought to go to hell, where it is much more comfortable.” I suppose he was returning his eyewitness report from hell when we said that. Otherwise, how could he know?

For his birthday, here’s a collection of book covers for War of the Worlds.

Another Spotlight Is On

Perhaps I missed the announcement. I just learned Andrew Breitbart has launched a new website, Big Government, edited by Mike Flynn. They are still talking about ACORN, of course. I hope that organization is thoroughly prosecuted by the U.S. Attorney General and A.G. in various states.

Apology (in haste)

Tonight, no proper post. Just an apology, because I don’t have time to post. Tomorrow I probably won’t write anything, because I’m leaving after work for the great reenactment of the Battle of Teutoberg Forest in New Ulm, which I told you about a few weeks back. That means that on top of my usual Thursday night bill paying, I have to wash clothes.

On top of that, I lost my computer connection for a while. When I finally gave up trying to re-set the modem I called Earthlink customer service, and precisely the same thing happened as happened the last two times I called (for the same reason, by the way). Before I could reach my faithful Indian helper, the connection came back, all on its own. This time it happened before I’d even gotten properly into voice mail. I believe they must have set things up so that an extra-strong signal gets transmitted to your modem when you call in, an automatic fix for the majority of callers. I call that a good thing, too. Saves time and stressful human interaction.

See you Monday.

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