More clock arithmetic.

OK, I look at the post where I said it was eight pm board time, and right above it, the post's timestamp saying it is 11. First drunken error.

It is around 5:30 PM here. In LA, it is around 8:30 AM. That is eight hours. Ah. Holy crap. Second drunken error.

23:19 is in fact greater than 20:30. I checked. Twice.

Third drunken error: arguing math with dcp.

What were you drinking last night, Gus? Absinthe?

Too much uisge-bragh. I'm swearing off the stuff. Well, for a week or so. I recently made another arithimetic error here on the board (I forget where), and earlier this week miscalculated a tip (in the waiter's favor, luckily). I think my brain could use a little less pickling.

All I know is 25 is 6 to 4...

Took the opportunity to google around about Will Scarlet and learned a lot, leading me to think that Sawyer and he don't that much in common. Sawyer is a foil for Jack, as Will Scarlet was for Robin Hood, highlighting the attributes of leadership, but the similarities stop there. I don't believe we will soon see Sawyer and Jack closely allied, and that is a big element of the Robin and Will relationship.

I was flipping through an illustrated version last night. Will is his cousin in this one. I also came across the following bit, where Robin and Little John first come across Will in Sherwood, and there are some indications as to just why the band was known as the Merry Men.

Presently they heard someone coming up the road whistling gaily, as though he owned the whole world and 'twas made to whistle in.

"By my troth, a gay bird!" quoth Robin, raising up on his elbow. "Let us lie still, and trust that his purse is not as light as his heart."

So they lay still, and in a minute more up came a smart stranger dressed in scarlet and silk and wearing a jaunty hat with a curling cock feather in it. His whole costume was of scarlet, from the feather to the silk hosen of his legs. A goodly sword hung at his side, its scabbard all embossed with tilting knights and weeping ladies. His hair was long and yellow and hung clustering about his shoulders, for all the world like a schoolgirl's.

Little John clucked his teeth drolly at this sight. "By my troth, a gay bird!" he said, echoing the other's words—then added, "But not so bad a build for all his prettiness. Look you, those calves and thighs are well rounded and straight. The arms, for all that gold-wrought cloak, hang stoutly from full shoulders.

Here come the Sherwood slash.

My, my.

Also, since it's later in the eve, I'll do this here:

Happy Birthday, Daniel!

I'm sort of hoping it's hard to map these people neatly. I want some surprise and mystery. Which, so far, so good.

DX, who published that version of the tale? Tom of Finland?

Heh. Unicorn Publishing. It has illustrations by Greg Hildebrandt.