March 2008 Archives
March 19, 2008
RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY...
Nothing's worse than when it rains in Arkham.
The air gets very thick, and carries the rank smell of the seaport wafting through town. They might as well be hauling crabs outside the office right now.
You know those Polar Bear clubs, where crazy people go swimming in the ocean on New Year's Day to feel alive, or something? Arkham has its own group of nuts who go swimming every time it rains, no matter what the temperature. They call themselves the Old Ones Swimming Club, which I think is a reference to the fact that the majority of them are pushing 90. They've been doing it since the early 1900s, and not without their share of accidental drownings or disappearances. But then again, I hope I'm still swimming when I'm 90.
Posted by The Arkhamist on March 19, 2008 12:16 PM
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March 18, 2008
STILL ALIVE, THANKS FOR ASKING
Contrary to popular belief, Arkham hasn't done me in yet. It's a bizarre place, and it seems like that sort of thing is actually a bit more common than I'd like, but I'm still kicking. The job is going well at the Advertiser, and as for the disappearance?
A certain girl named Maggie, who I just might have mentioned was a cute girl who worked at the office with me a few entries back, happened to find my blog. In as much as I was going to attempt to date her, her finding out that some weird new guy at the office was writing about her on a blog for the entire internet to see wasn't necessarily the best way to get that first kiss.
Luckily, she thought it was amusing, and claims to have actually been flattered. I didn't believe it at first, but it's three months later, and we're actually doing a fair amount of kissing these days, so I guess it all worked out for the best. So having been busy with that and the craziness of the Advertiser, I haven't had much time to keep you updated on the goings-on in Arkham.
Maggie and I went to a Miskatonic Meteors game today, the university basketball team. It's amazing - the guys are probably the most emaciated bunch of players you've ever seen on a team, but they really kicked ass. It didn't help that Columbia, today's competition, suffered about a zillion injuries. I swear, half the team were benched by twisted ankles and leg injuries by the end of the game. And it's not like the Meteors were rough - half the time, the ball just seemed to come to them. Final score was 56-30. Pretty rough for Columbia. I think they need to do more of that weird chanting the Meteors were doing under their breath. Kind of creepy, but I guess it worked.
Finally, there's some asshole putting up graffiti all over town, and the cops have a reward out to catch him. I saw it on the way out of the gym on the wall: "Yog Sothoth Sucks!", whatever that means. There's a $3,000 reward for clues leading to his arrest.
Oh, just so everyone knows, the Esoteric Order of Dagon church down by the wharf is having a bake sale on Saturday. Who's in?
Posted by The Arkhamist on March 18, 2008 6:18 PM
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