Chris gave me a tour of the base and I took very few pictures except for a few of him driving. This a was an oversight on my part as for some reason I thought that a 17-40mm lens would be the right one despite everything I wanted to capture being hundreds of feet away.
We then rocked the cleanest Chinese Buffet I’d ever seen and I peppered him with questions about dealing with 200′ of lake effect snow in his childhood home of Michigan. Apparently, one escapes from a house with snow above its roof by clearing a working space with successive pots of boiling water. Good to know. I departed from Langley after capturing a wicked bumper sticker and headed for MONDO’s house in Roanoke.
Doug Bowser/MONDO’s house is set in the foothills of Roanoke and he insists his town is dull as all get-0ut as proven by their biggest attraction being a giant fluorescent star. This introductory palaver was held at a local restaurant whose bloomin’ onion was served with thousand island dressing rather than horseradish dip and that considered key lime an appropriate flavor for an after dinner mint; I’m fine with 1/2 of those things. We left for the star after I seemingly inspired terror in his children who I don’t think spoke more than 5 words in my presence. If only I could have this effect on Cub Scouts. I received a tour of Roanoke which apparently consists of an art house that looked like the illegitimate child of a low polygon count sea urchin and the Sydney Opera House, hospital buildings, and “The Star”.
The star had a high hedge setup surrounding it that made it look like it was the draw-limit for a video game. That if one stepped beyond it, one would noclip, or alternatively appear in the distance as a giant version of oneself.
Most of the tourists cleared out and I was able to get a nice panoramic of Roanoke and a keen HDR of the city. I learned long ago that most cities look far more impressive as night panoramas than their illuminated counterparts.
I also got a shot of Doug in what I’d call intrigue mode and what he’d call creepy old guy mode.
We retired to the estate that I will call Mondovania and watched TV of the form “The world’s <superlative> <adjective> <noun>”, something I’ve not done in quite some time. Doug’s much more expressive in person than I thought he’d be with a sense of humor, timing, and perspicacity he rarely can show show in-game. If there’s ever a Skype Video plugin for TF2, he should use it. We retired as the clock struck 2:30 AM and my pano finished cranking. I was given a luxurious queen-size bed but forgot to ask for a map about it and set up camp in one corner, watching the other for signal fires that would indicate incoming artillery fire from the headboard.