||[Apr. 25th, 2005|08:51 am]
[blinks sleepily, and sips at a cup of coffee]|
My typist just uploaded a new icon for me. Some of you may recognize the picture that it's from, her having fussed over it for the longest time. I hope you don't reveal the secret of who my typist is.
The past few days, I've been fairly quiet. I happened into the chat room earlier today, though, and the people in there were quite nice, though a bit odd. Two people were superglued together by the actions of a demon. They also had chocolate and brandy all over them. I think there was an elf in the room, too. Not a normal elf, like the house elves that some Wizarding households have, but a rather majestic one. He was tall and humanoid, with pointed ears and long hair. I think I prefer those elves more. The lady in red frightened me a little, I think. Otherwise, I believe I will attend the chats more often. Amusement's actually quite rare in this place, especially given my typist's anti-social behavior.
The past few days have also been busy, work-wise. I trekked a few miles through the desert the other day, having heard rumour of another buried pyramid a mile North of the one that I discovered a few weeks ago. The bank's always busy, and always finding new pyramids for me to break into. You'd think that by now, all pyramids would have been discovered. Perhaps they're replicating.
Anyways, I went into the pyramid. The entrance gave me no problem at all. It had only a few simple locking spells and booby traps that were easily dispelled. However, those were all magic-based spells. Despite popular belief, the magic-based spells are easier to detect and dispel than the physical-based spells. Scanning spells usually work quite well. I digress, though. Inside the pyramid, I walked down a long hallway. The walls were covered with heiroglyphs, but since I was on a time constraint (those bloody goblins), I couldn't decode all of them as I went. Suddenly, I found the ground slanting, and before I knew it, it had turned into a slide of sorts. I skidded down it, almost skiing, and I tried grabbing onto the walls with my hands, but the walls were too slippery. Finally, I managed to slow my motion (using spells) enough, so that I could wedge my fingers into a crack in the wall. That stopped me. I peered around the corner, and found that if I hadn't stopped myself, I would have slid right into a bed of spikes. Quite a few skeletons were already resting among the sharp skewers. A little by little, I made my way back up; finding a foothold here, and a small handhold here. It was the most strenous time that I have ever had.
A few minor glitches later, though, I found myself in the main chamber. It turns out that the heiroglyphs were actually warnings against the bed of spikes pathway, and that they told the correct way to the main chamber. [laughs] I think I've learned a lesson. Next time, take your time, Bill. The treasure was a massive haul though, considering how small the actual pyramid was. The goblins were quite pleased.
I wasn't actually supposed to work that day. Usually I have a desk job 3 out of 5 weekdays. The other 2, I work in London, and am also on call during the weekends. However, a few of the major curse-breakers fell ill, and the treasure pile was looking shabby (according to the goblins, at least). They had to call me in, since they were deprived of so many curse-breakers at such short notice. I didn't mind though, even with the whole bed of spikes ordeal. I didn't die. I'm here right now. And though I was frightened to death at that time, I can laugh about it now.
That's pretty much my view on life. Why worry about things that happened in the past? Learn from them, and then move on.