Wednesday, June 20, 2007

Renewed shall be blade that was broken. The crownless again shall be king.

[These are collected funny moments that fit nowhere in the story today. I just want to share them out of context, or with as little context as possible.]

As Dave, Andrea, and I ascend the Circular Mound Altar, the spiritual center of the universe for Imperial China, Dave observes, “you know, we’re climbing the Stairway to Heaven!”


Victor wants to get a miniature set of Chinese Opera masks. He did not see them more than once today, and was quite disappointed. We did, however, encounter some very… enthusiastic sellers of what, frankly, was pure, unadulterated crap.

Victor: If they had masks, I would buy some.

Dave: If they had masks, it’d be a robbery!


An exchange between Victor and myself today:

Victor: Sometimes when you talk, you’re like a grown-up.

Me: Only sometimes?

Victor: Yep. But only sometimes.

Me: Is it good that I only sound like one sometimes?

Victor: Yep.

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