in which our protagonist locks himself out of his house
After a pleasant aikido session, in which our protagonist got his ass kicked by his instructor, young Mr. Wingo found himself locked out of his house. Holes have been appearing in the right front pockets of this gentleman's trousers, the key pocket, pant by pant, leaving our plucky subject to port his house-keys in bags and other objects that detach from his person, a fact lamented as the phone to his flatmates rang on and on.
Stoically our protagonist ducked into the local bar, at which point both flatmates finally got back. A buzz on the door y comieron perdices.
Moral of the story: when in doubt, bar?
in which the third person is abandoned
I made the slides with guile-present from bzr, which requires guile-cairo and the new guile-rsvg. The actual slides were written in texinfo (a civilised format), which guile-present parses and transforms using guile-lib. A metacircular work.
Also: Freiburg is beautiful. Who knew? I'd love to go back sometime and poke around the black forest. Kind folks too, with a predilection for umlauts and bewindering compound words.