Wednesday 14 December 2011

14: We three kings from space

I, robot of Orientar.
As a kid, I used to spend Christmas Eve in a church pew, desperately wondering where the heck Orientar was.

Which just goes to show how little it takes to confuse the almighty heckfire out of a kid. Or a grown-up for that matter.

Truly I tell you, little changes over time. We just get taller. Some of us.

Maybe the search for Orientar's perfect light is why my itchy feet are still proceeding through time, space, and rainy islands. Maybe that's a bunch of crap I just made up due to Compulsive Typing Disorder (CTD), a ailment for which the prognosis is poor.

Anyway, as any lapsed Lutheran worth her salt can tell you, it's high time to set up the Nativity. And knock it down. And set it back up again. And knock it down.

Lather, rinse, repeat. Etc.

That's just the way we Orientarians roll.

6 comments:

  1. I thought that it was Ori and Tar. Now I am really confused!

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  2. Ahhhhh....Order some tar. Si, si.

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  3. Orientar, it's somewhere near Southampton isn't it? I am very jealous of the robot and the lovely little nativity people....

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  4. Bah ha halarious! As a kid, my mom was always wondering why they prayed 'Lord, save the salt!'

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  5. Indeed, that poor salt! Always being passed.

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  6. Ah....like on the Isle of Wight, yes?

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