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Oct. 13th, 2019 09:30 pmSomebody at ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
teenybuffalo's shindig t'other night read a brilliant short story about a couple of people manning a space station called "Lighthouse", and trying to figure out what the hell its name meant. I cannot now FIND said story, so this is not an exact quote but:
"My sister, who's a history otaku, said that it was, like, a building with a big light that told waterships where there was rocks, same as this thing tells, well, ships where the space hazards are."
The reader reminded us that, while in English an Otaku has come to mean someone who is obsessed with anime/all things Japanese, in Japan it can refer to any kind of obsessive nerd.
In that moment, I had an unpleasant revelation.
I am now a bellringing otaku.
* * * * *
(Further proof of this, as if more was needed, came after dinner, when I decamped, leaving Teeny with a quantity of excess soup, in favour of the ringers' deliberately-delayed-til-after-the-start-of-school post-AGM party. Which was unexpectedly much quieter, even after they put out the bourbon.)
(The bourbon was definitely a mistake.)
So yeah, that was my Saturday of 2 1/2 parties. (Ringing practice counts as an extra half party.)
teenybuffalo's shindig t'other night read a brilliant short story about a couple of people manning a space station called "Lighthouse", and trying to figure out what the hell its name meant. I cannot now FIND said story, so this is not an exact quote but:"My sister, who's a history otaku, said that it was, like, a building with a big light that told waterships where there was rocks, same as this thing tells, well, ships where the space hazards are."
The reader reminded us that, while in English an Otaku has come to mean someone who is obsessed with anime/all things Japanese, in Japan it can refer to any kind of obsessive nerd.
In that moment, I had an unpleasant revelation.
I am now a bellringing otaku.
* * * * *
(Further proof of this, as if more was needed, came after dinner, when I decamped, leaving Teeny with a quantity of excess soup, in favour of the ringers' deliberately-delayed-til-after-the-start-of-school post-AGM party. Which was unexpectedly much quieter, even after they put out the bourbon.)
(The bourbon was definitely a mistake.)
So yeah, that was my Saturday of 2 1/2 parties. (Ringing practice counts as an extra half party.)
