So, I have recognized a pattern in the men I currently find strangely attractive, namely House, Grissom, and Snape:

1) Go by a single name
2) Quite Odd
3) Highly Intelligent



... and Fictional. :P




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EDIT: OK, so odd, bordering on defective, may be a better characterization of some of these. :P

"Eithni, whatcha doin'?"

    "Whipcord."

"Whatcha doing it with?"

    "A (war) hammer."



There is a fellow in the Midrealm who has been making it a habit to take photos at an event, then run out midafternoon to a photo developing place and actually print off copies for people to take home. Very neat and he took this one of me, GJ, and others at Val Day a few weeks ago. I thought it amusing enough to share, once I beat my scanner into submission. Who says fightin' and weaving are not compatible?

Last weekend was wonderful. Saturday morning I spent sewing and chatting with gwyneth1362, I spent the afternoon enjoying plants and gelato with damej and spent the evening wallowing in my wooshy tub with a cider and arebekah's Pama trufles. Sunday, I spent hanging around the house, reading and cleaning and otherwise relaxing. The closest I got to leaving the house was when I opened the door to get my dinner from the pizza boy. Heavenly.

The beginning of this week, however, has been something of a failure. The weather has been cold, work has been alternating between stoopid and boring, and I have been tired and uninspired in my projects. Blah.

Random blather ensues:

I am happy that so many of my friends are politically aware and vote. Yay! I'm not the only one who cares! I also find it somewhat encouraging that, despite very similar populations at both locations it took me less than 1/3 of the time to vote as it took to post a letter.

The "letter" in question was a sort of fun project in of itself and put my OCD to good use. I have been trying to assemble a more full set of Tournaments Illuminated and Creative Anachronists and to that end posted a message to the Northshield Hall awhile ago. Yesterday, I got an email from a lady who is helping to get all the tables of contents of past TIs online and, for one reason or another, did not have access to about twenty issues. She googled TIs and found my message to the Hall. Happily, I had all the missing issues and so was able to photocopy the tables of contents and other pertinent information for her. See? I'm not a pack rat! These things are useful! Like bits of twine... ;)

Today I got my birthday present from jtdiii. He bought be a lovely set of spintriae from Antiquanova. Now I am just pondering where and how best to display them. *evil grin* Mmmm... Roman porn!

So, aaron_pike and damej, now that I have the tools in hand, we need to form a Laurel plot to break Kaydian... (Don't worry, cass_lee, we won't break him beyond repair... probably.)

I have decided that I need an all-weather cabana boy. One of the few things that would have made Saturday night more delightful would have been a cabana boy to bring me cold fruity drinks on command. But that got me thinking about the other uses one could have for a cabana boy, and I decided that one of the sexiest things a young, nubile, tanned youth could do would be to scrape the ice off my car. :P At the very least I should look into an electronic substitute... a remote starter would have been just the thing this winter.

I am looking forward to Thursday - I will have two opportunities to torture little people. The first one I will post about afterwards, provided they don't eat me. But in the evening, my little... er, younger cousin will be in town. He made State for wrestling! He's always been super excited to talk to me about wrestling because I lettered in high school and am one of the few relatives who really understands what he is talking about. So, I am planning on going and hanging out with my aunt, watching the tourney, and cheering him on. I have not seen a State tourney in better than a decade, so I am excited. :)

I am hating LJ tonight, because it ate this post halfway through the first time. Boo! Bad Frank! Don't eat my posts!


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Edit: a quote from CSI:

(Girl has just been blown off by stoopid Boy because she smells bad after doing an autopsy)
(Boy2 walks past)

Boy2: You smell like death
Girl: (scowls) So I've heard.
Boy2: You know... A real man wouldn't mind...

*snerk*

Not kid safe, not work safe, but authentic and funny...

Naughty Laurel Coins

So, damej and aaron_pike - do you think we could involve Kaydian in another uncomfortable Laurel conversation with these? ;)

So, yesterday I went to visit my grandparents and check up on my grandpa's post-surgical progress. He is doing OK, but there are still some problems I hope to be able to help with. In any event, while I was there, my grandmother takes me into the TV room and hands me a little dress on a hanger and says to me:

"Here is a christening dress for yout first daughter since I'll probably be dead by the time you start having kids."

Ow. Ow. Ow.

I have not been a practicing Catholic in a decade.
She is implying I should plan on enough kids to have multiple daughters.
She is further implying that it will take me so long to get around to kids that she'll be gone.

What can I say, she is an artist. ;P

So, I previously posted the story of Pennsic, but omitted Saturday and the long trip home, as they were worthy of their very own post. This is that post. :P This starts to sound like a sitcom, but I swear every word is true, as fencingkitty and iliafire can attest. Warning – post includes gross stuff…

 

( The saga begins... )

( At least read this amusing part... )

( Epilogue )

 

Tonight was the Fools' Moot - as usual it was an amusing and rowdy-good time. :)

One of the standard features of the Fools' Moot is the Tacky Garb Competition. While I did not enter, I did finally make good on my threat of resurrecting My Very First Garb(tm). It was a dress from my high school theatre wardrobe and as a teenager I lovedlovedLOVED it! I took all the zippers out before wearing it to my first event, but even being shiny I knew I could never wear it to an event again... until tonight!



Eeek!

Even looking beyond the pinkness - the "chemise" is attached, the trim is a 70's horror, the fabrics, while at least cotton, are nearly see-through, and (while you can't see the hem in this picture,) the skirt is a good 6 inches too short and ends in an awful poofy pink ruffle.