My father was a cybernetician, so I couldn't really let C pass without mentioning it.
|My father, doing his imitation of a rogue pixie. |
Photograph (c) Paul Pangaro 1985 (with apologies for not adding that before, but I had no idea who took it)
I admit that I also had a sneaky hope that few others would pick this as their letter C. It was not to be. The talented Suze over at Analog Breakfast got the jump on me. Go over there, read her piece and starting pinging each other.
G (my dad) will get more mentions in due course.
Elsewhere in the in the land of C, we find costuming. Regulars will know that I have an ongoing fascination and frustration with sewing machines. An enforced purchase of one back in January and a deep-end plunge into doublet-making has borne fruit. I no longer assume turkey when an instruction tells me to baste. I can put in darts and I know the difference between on grain and bias cutting. It is a whole new arcane world to explore and I am (much to my own surprise) enjoying it.
Long term I will end up with a wardrobe full of costumes ready to dump on unsuspecting cast members. At the moment, I have a room full of fabric and several doublets and floppy hats in various stages of construction.
C is a rich mine as it turns out. My final entry is a shout-out for the Catoblepas. This noble beastie appeared in early bestiarys looking like this -
|Early form catoblepas|
It seems the original incarnation was a mistaken view of the gnu or wildebeest. As with many mythical beasts, the creature subsequently found its way into RPGs in a rather more malevolent form. My first introduction was through D&D when a huge stinking harbinger of doom arrived during one game and killed us all. You never forget your first catoblepas.