Dragon Facts Images I found:
41 Days
Image by Cayusa
Day 199 of 365 (Year Two)
My Dragon*Con program guide came today! Finally! Tony got his last week, which was rather upsetting. Last year I got mine way before he did, so I was able to gloat and tell him about all the goodies inside. This year he beat me to the punch.
As soon as I got it I had to give him a call to A) Let him know he was no longer special and B) so we could go over all the goodies within. Kathy didn’t care for this much. We started going through the book page by page and, while I love Kathy very much, she does have one major flaw. Kahty’s geek ratio is very low. She just doesn’t get her geek on very well. I, on the other hand, get my geek on very well, which has on occasion provided Kathy with quite a few laughs. This, in particular, had her laughing quite hard because she could really sympathize with the cat and she thinks the same thing ALL the time.
The arrival of this guide is a significant event, though. It is the herald for Dragon*Con, much the way the robin heralds spring. Let the count down commence! Oh, wait, I started counting down the days the minute I got back from Dragon*Con last year. Oh well, 41 days, 12 hours and 14 minutes from right NOW until I board my flight to Atlanta.
penshaw
Image by blackham
One day young John Lambton – heir to the Lambton name and estate – was out fishing in the river. After an unsuccessful day he finally caught something. Unfortunately it wasn’t a fish but an unpleasant-looking eel-like creature.
Lambton threw the creature down a well (which became known as "Worm Well"), believing it would die. In fact it survived and grew – and grew.
Some years later, whilst John Lambton was away fighting in the Crusades, the wyrm, now fully grown, escaped from the well. It began to terrorise the region, killing and devouring local people.
The wyrm also kept on growing until it was large enough to wrap itself three times around the hill that was its home, which was unimaginatively named Worm Hill. The song of the Lambton Wyrm refers to "Pensher Hill", but some believe Worm Hill to be a small hillock to the North of the Wear near Fatfield Bridge.
John Lambton returned from the Crusades and swore to kill the Wyrm that he himself had unleashed. However he realised that it was too powerful for him.
So Lambton sought the help of a local witch. She agreed to cast a spell to help him, but there would be a price. After killing the Worm, Lambton would also have to kill the very next living creature he met on returning to Lambton Hall. He agreed.
With the help of the witch’s spell and a coat of mail studded with spear-heads, John Lambton slew the Wyrm in a fierce battle. Exhausted from the battle, he returned home expecting to be met by one of the family dogs. In fact the first living thing he met was his father.
Lambton refused to kill his own father in cold blood. Because he broke his promise to the witch the Lambton family was cursed for nine generations
Footprints: Bhutan
Image by sam_walz
There is no restriction for tourists to click pictures once you touchdown at Bhutan.
This is the most surreal airport we had seen. The huge planes dwarfed by the massive cloud-kissed-mountaintops, reminding you again of how tiny we all are.
Normally, when we land at an airport, we hurry to the immigration check to get to our hotel as soon as possible. We were the last passengers from our flight to proceed for it this time.
In fact, another flight landed fifteen minutes after us, and all the passengers from that one checked in at immigration before we even entered the airport building.
