In lieu of actual pictures, an anecdote.

So, I'd be using my faux-Scottish accent -- it may be pretentious, but it was usually unconscious and, if I may say it, rather good -- and people who knew I was from Canada would ask where I was from.

Still using said accent, I would pronounce it exactly (and I have an excellent ear, if poor phonetic typing) the way they did: "Al-BAIR-tah."

Confused look: "Where?"

Patient and measured repetition: "Al-BAIR-tah."

Continued confusion: "Where?"

Giving up, I'd then pronounce it in as Western Canadian an accent as I could muster: "...'lBURDa."

"Ohhh, Al-BAIR-tah!"

"..."

You knew Christmas was supposed to be heart-warming. Did you know it could be epic?

Without a doubt, Trans-Siberian Orchestra has the most amazing showmanship I have seen. As to the music itself: you may or may not have noticed that I am, in fact, very good with words. Yet for some reason, I have none.

They did O Fortuna.

O Fortuna!

What was that about catching up?

If you haven't given up on me entirely, have some more random December pictures; these are when I was walking home after the Christmas banquet.

The clouds were really, really pretty that particular afternoon/evening. The lavender on the left and the pink on the right were on a collision course. It took them a while.

And this is the library across the place where I stayed.

I'm very fond of libraries.








Well... forgive my spelling, but "Sannu, sannu, bata hana zua."

More random pictures from Glasgow, from December again.

One day I will catch up.

No, really.

Buchanan buskers

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Boo.

This is the commemorative last post from Scotland.

Well, if you take out the commemorative bit.

Flying home tomorrow afternoon; it'll be about an eight-hour flight, give or take half an hour, so it'll kind of be a long day. If you don't hear from me, it's probably because either security decided I was dangerous ("Why are you carrying candles?" "Just in case there's a blizzard and we get stuck.") or we crashed in a fiery ball of death.

Or because I got home safely. Either way, no worries.

When I get back, I hope to have more time to catch up on recording my adventures -- but on the other hand, I'll have access to video games again.

It's a bit of a toss up, I think.

Anyway, this concludes the Glasgow part of Notes from Glasgow, soon to be continued with Notes from Glasgow from Canada.

Catch you all later with more fuzzy pictures and long-winded anecdotes.

Oh, and depending on how they turned out, I might just have a couple of video clips of buskers on Buchanan Street. Yay, kilts. I mean, bagpipes.

P.S. Irn Bru still tastes like carbonated bubblegum. Moderately tasty carbonated bubblegum, but still flourescent orange carbonated bubblegum.

I did something interesting the day before yesterday, but I'm not telling you what it is yet.

Ireland was fantastic. I'll have lots to say (and 450+ pictures) on that point later. For now: pretty!

Alas, Jenny is leaving me today, so my attention will be otherwise occupied for another five or six hours. After that, I have to find a new excuse.

Glasgow in the fall (yes, it's been a while)

Um, have some random pictures of Glasgow from October?

Lazy? Me?

See also: reasons why I shouldn't have a camera.

The last ones are the kind of pictures I prefer to take. Scenery just doesn't compare to tables and chairs.

/facetious