Biomechanical Freudscapes

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"I Need a Patch for That" Day
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UN Work Day for Cultural Diversity for Dialogue and Development
Anniversary - American Red Cross

 

Is it sad that I saw a picture of this restaurant theme and immediately knew who had designed it? 
 

Oh, HR Giger. Never stop being your creepy, macabre, bonkers self.

C'est Moi

My good deed for the week: on Monday I found an enormous wallet under a bench at the bus station, stuffed with cards and cash and important thingy things that it would suck to lose.  I always feel a little sad when I see things out on the street that have been lost—a mitten, an earring, a hat, or any such miscellanies, because I know that they can cause some regret. But a wallet? Damn, that’s hard on someone.

 

The good news about a wallet, though, is that it often has the information about its owner inside it. If I were to use this for evil I could steal their identity, I suppose, but I don’t like using my power for evil.* So I found her student ID and went to one of the student offices to find her phone number and drop off the wallet so she would know where to pick it up, and left her a voicemail.  I got a call a few minutes later in which she thanked me profusely and admitted she hadn’t even known it was missing, and I told her where to find it. (I forgot to tell her that I moved some of the cash into the coin purse part so it wouldn’t fall out; let’s hope she figures it out.)

 

It’s curious how something like that gives you a feeling of responsibility. When I found that wallet I was suddenly on a Quest, and Would Not Rest until I had either given it back to her, or gotten it to a place where she could find it. I could save her lots of trouble! I had to!

 

It may not be riding around righting all the wrongs, but I felt good knowing I’d restored some order to the universe. That’s all you can do, I guess.

 

 

*This is even true in things that don’t matter, like video games.  The worst I could ever attain in Knights of the Old Republic would be what my brother and I termed the “Light Bastard Jedi,” where you were kind of a bastard but never did anything that landed you square on the Dark Side.  And in Myst III one possible ending is to royally screw over the unhappy and mentally disturbed villain, leaving him trapped sobbing on the edge of a floating island where he will probably eventually starve to death if he doesn’t take his own life first.  I never could do it, even after the fucker killed me with a hammer once.