Does the Air Feel Thin?

I heard from Lord and Lady Middlesea via ISC chat that Miss Ilsa Munro had pulled up stakes and left our fair land. One hopes that this is only a temporary retrenchment, as Miss Munro, in addition to making very fine airships (my attachment to the Steamray not withstanding), is a very fine person. If she has indeed departed forever, I wish her happiness and good flying wherever she finds herself.

The news made me decide to take the Steamray for an idle spin about the Firth.

The things one finds when flying about Caledon!

At the edge of Kittiwickshire, Miss Storm Chatnoir has a property. On the property - or, more precisely, above this property - is the structure shown both above and below. The intake fan appears to be sucking material out of the very aether! Below, a closer look at the system. I had to steer clear of the area to avoid becoming part of a second story, or perhaps a sun room.

If the air feels thin in Caledon, now you know why.

A New Neighbor

A new neighbor, a Mr. AutoPilotPaul Qork, has moved in to a lot in the Downs across the street from me, next to the Steampunk Resource Centre.

Mr. Qork appears to be a specialist in daguerrotypes produced by a specific type of camera, which he calls a Nikon.


Though I am happy to see the empty land once again filled (though the Guvnah has kindly planted tall trees to make those bare lots a little less barren), I must grumble just a little that yet another new neighbor has seen fit to ignore the rather loose thematic vision for the Downs and have a house that is more Charles Rennie Mackintosh than Victorian. (To be fair, Art Nouveau was indeed within the Victorian era. I am still entitled to grumble, however.)


[Edit 11/29/09 2:10 pm (SLT). The lot now has a much more soothing house upon it, as the picture below shows. I hope that the above carping was not the cause for the change, much as I think it's for the better. I am connected with reality enough to realize that a connection between the Journal entry and anything that happens in the Downs is unlikely.]

In the Downs

Professor Swindlehurst's laboratory appears to be no longer. In its stead we have the dwelling of M. Chronos Ghanduhar. M. Ghanduhar's typist appears to reside in Deutschland, as the profile is entirely auf Deutsch.

I hope it does not sound too unneighborly of me to suggest that the residence is not entirely harmonious with the rest of the buildings. I note that this has been something of a recurring theme in the Downs. Pardon me while I sigh.

Fortunately, the Professor's airship is still moored above the Downs, so the redoubtable gentleman has not left us entirely.

I also purchased a pennyfarthing from Mr. Alastair Whybrow, though I have no suitable riding clothing. Nor do I have any idea how to ride a bicycle - airship, yes; bicycle, no - or even how to mount the beast. My next dispatch may be from the infirmary.