gement | Ah, Fremont. Ah, my brain.

(RL note: I spazzed out on Wednesday, after three days of growing unfocused anxiety, and chickened out in the blood donation screening room. This post does not have to do with that, but I am mentioning it for my personal reference.)

So, the other morning on my walk to work, this was my chain of perceptions and reactions:
P: Flag fluttering, black with white. (Full-size, on a full-height official looking flag pole in the lawn of a private residence.)
R: Pirate flag. Neat.
P: Wait, the shape's wrong.
R: Non-standard pirate flag! Neater! Must see specific design, perhaps x-ref to historical pirate.
P: No... that's a horse. A running horse. There's something above the horse, approximately horizontal. Maybe a spear.
R: WTF. Someone is flying Gondor? Badfan, badfan, Gondor's tree and stars, you mean Rohan. WTF. Someone's flying Rohan and I'm this much of a geek? And it should be a green background. Was there a stylized weapon of some kind on the Rohan standard?
P: Squint at it real hard, wait for the wind to fully extend it. It's a... unicorn. With a shooting star trail overhead and the star at the point of its horn.
R: How disappointingly 6th-grade-girly. It would have been cooler if they were flying Rohan.
Meta-reaction: I outgeek even myself.