• Mood: amused
• Music: "They Don't Dance Like Carmen No More", -JB

The ghost of Dude

The past two nights have been basically preparing to summon a ghost. See, the mechanics of it are pretty simple: Contact the overseer of the angels in the fifth encampment of the first firmament of the heavens, convince him that I'm a bigger, badder angel than he is, order him to send his angels out to do my dirty work, and get this ghost to rise up from the grave.

In all, not that difficult.

The difficult part will be pronouncing all the angelic names correctly. Fortunately, I have both the Hebrew and an English transliteration. Unfortunately, I don't read Hebrew.

My target ghost goes by the name of "Dude", and I'll be questioning him.

Having never questioned a ghost about things before, this should be interesting. I'm not sure how accurate he'll be, as he hasn't been dead all that long, but the angels will persuade him not to lie. Apparently, most ghosts are likely to lie when asked a question.

I don't have a target date set for this working, but it should be soon. I'm still working up a list of questions for him.

Also, last night, I went hiking with singingwren at Highbanks. At one point, she took off down a trail that pretty much ended in the woods and with me on my kness.

But the fingernail scratches she gave me are more visible than the bramble scratches.