Well, they aren’t.
Does anyone else remember back when the Quill and the Sword was well-known enough that if you went to the computer lab in garb some people gave you weird looks, because they assumed you had something against technology? Did anyone ever have someone ask them if they were pagan? I had some kid ask me if I was Catholic once. I was wearing a maroon cote hardie. I’m not sure how that’s Catholic.
Anyway, I want to know people’s stories. The ones like when Catsie got called into the Honor Code office for wearing a cloak and joking about being one of the Four Horsewomen of the Apocalypse (famine, of course). Or when some guy at IHOP tried to sell a bunch of us drugs because we were pretending to be Goth. Or when the sprinklers went off in the middle of the night during Club Week and me, Carol, and Emu had to spent the rest of the night damp and sleeping on the concrete. In the interest of club history, we should write these things down! For those of you who are new, enjoy reading, and think of all the stories you’ll be making now that you’re here! Maybe you already have one or two.
I should start first. I will not tell specific stories for now, but list a few quotes attached to the stories, that have managed to work themselves into our conversations permanently. If you don’t know the meaning and want to know, ask around until you find out. We’ll all bond or something.
“I don’t want your freaking pomagranates!” (It’s more the meaning of the fruit, and not so much the quote, that has stuck around.)
“We meet again, My Lady; only I am better dressed this time.”
“Inking.” (I believe Edo went over this one at our first meeting)
“Smit.” (No, this is not a euphemism.)
“There was no 1413 China.”
“Sleeves of Holding.”
New people: Do Stuff! Make Your Own Stories!
By: Isabelle Slaywrock (aka Isabelle the Restless) on October 4, 2007
at 10:45 pm
Once upon a time at BYU there was a particular day when horse hooves were heard clopping across the Quad of Brigham’s Square. Close rvisual inspection would soon reveal that, rather than someone riding a horse to class, Lord Aedo had instead constructed a pair of geta sandals from your basic pine (which gives a very horsey reverb with each step.)
Across, the way, coming out of the library, a conservative young lady noticed the sound and remarked to her friend, “Oh no, it’s that guy with the sandals.” [implied sneer] Whereupon, as he just happened to be walking behind this young lady, a fellow clubby (Sir Ian the Strange) shrunk this spiteful violet by yelling out (As only our Sir Ian can) at the top of his lungs, “Hey Aedo! what’s up?!”
We have never heard from this young lady again.
By: Yamanouchi no Jirou no Eidou on October 5, 2007
at 2:35 pm