Süleyman: visionary or monster? Maybe a bit of both

As much as I’m occasionally blindsided by revelation at the most unexpected of times what I hadn’t been expecting while I lay in bed contemplating whether or not it was too late to snack on some toasted ciabatta was to find myself struck with a particularly odd thought. Pertaining to Trinity Blood of course because in the moments before sleep when inanity is given free reign it was that or try to remember what the given name for those ninjas in Warrior Within was. Because they are ninjas no matter what the game chooses to call them. But then in a game featuring a character called the Crow Master and an Empress whose given name is of no discernable origin and strikes me as a tad too kre8tive at the end of the day, I really shouldn’t be surprised. But etymology aside, the point which prompted me to get up and type it out was deconstructing Süleyman or at least his motivation in staging a rebellion.

( “Blow me a kiss then blow me away” )

Species propagation: only a case of species specific advantage?

( If anybody genuinely does have an argument for this I’d be delighted to hear it )

A collection of things

One Meine Liebe fic (Indivisible 1460 words. G. Talk of alliances, marriages and Braunschweig spring parties. Post-Rosenstolz.), a domino_effect_ log (yes, this is the one involving the NPC tarot reader that I’ve been promising), some charming though modern teaglasses, two Mozart librettos (I ought to keep an eye out for this one too) and a hibiscus tea blend later I’m beginning to suspect that over the last week I may have been fighting off the flu. It would explain a few things really.

At least pater’s birthday present has arrived and I’ve since discovered that the sherry glasses and decanter set that I ordered is actually a handmade one which is a lovely extra touch. It also reminds me that I used to have a pair of handmade margarita glasses but I can’t actually recall what became of them or exactly where they came from. I do recall it being somewhere in Wales and going on a tour of the workshops but since I also recall waking up in either Merthyr Tydfil or Llandrindod Wells during one long daytrip when I’m fairly certain that I was staying somewhere along the Pembroke coast it’s probably anyone’s guess as to where the glassmakers were located. Though at least google reassures me that Lamphey Palace is in fact in Pembrokeshire which was probably local enough.