Sep 262007
 

After months of on-again, off-again labor, and marathon sessions in the final week before Fest, the chainmail shirt was finally completed and proudly worn on Saturday. Aaron looked stylishly monkish in his new friar’s robes as well. Frank joined us from Chicago for the weekend, and we spent almost all of Saturday, 11am to 11pm, drinking.

And drinking.

And drinking.



Oct 052006
 

This weekend our buddy Jimmy drove up from Ohio and hung out Friday night and Saturday. We finally made our inaugural trip to IKEA on Saturday, long after everyone else. It was worth the trip, and we managed to spend ONLY $100, not including the meatball lunch. So jummi…

Sunday we hit the Renaissance Festival for the last day of the season, and it was unfortunately a bit of a letdown. While the weather was great and the crowds were heavy, our friends we normally attend these things with were pretty worn out from the previous day's drunken RenFest activities. Two of them even left early, without warning. Disappointed and bored, we left around 3:30. It was a good thing we got there when we did (~11am), because when we left the parking field was nearly full, and the line of cars waiting to get in stretched about two miles down Dixie Highway. My red leather breastplate, black kilt, and sandals got a lot of attention, almost more than I could deal with comfortably. Granted, it was less Medieval and more Roman(ish), but hey, the Romans used to rule Medievia! I just claimed I never got the memo that we were moving back to Rome.

Monday night [info]mrimp and [info]odysseyseven were over for baked chicken, wild rice, and apple crisp, then watched Heroes while the food coma worked itself out. I'm starting to dig that show; it's interesting, intense, and not afraid to get a bit gruesome. It's also so far avoided the corny cliches that seem to attack any show about superpowers. It's only been two episodes, granted, but it's off to a good start. I do agree with [info]lucifyr's partner that all the male characters are whiners. Not an Apollo or Helo in the bunch so far.

In my virtual lives I've joined an established corporation in EVE: Phoenix Propulsion Labs. They seem like a decent bunch so far, and I spent a couple hours last night in a mining operation near one of their stations. Not terribly exciting but hey, it's mining. Hopefully I'll soon get the Mining Barges skill so I can dig out the asteroids faster. It was kind of funny last night to see me mining in a cruiser next to three barges. Kind of the equivalent of using a shovel to assist three backhoes. I'm trying to get my skills trained up so I can get out of the Logistics division in time for the big new expansion, which will include true exploration. I like the idea of snooping through the uncharted outer regions, finding new things to exploit, er, explore.

City of Heroes is going ok, but my interest has waned a bit. Again. Right now our bases are missing due to some database error, which has yet to be sorted out. They better have it restored before the Halloween event, and Issue 8 is released. Lots of good stuff coming up.

Friday is the BSG premiere party at our place, so if any devoted fans want to come watch it on our personal IMAX, let me know. We can all go "Oh shit!" together with each new mindblowing plot twist.

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Sep 012006
 

I always seem to play catch-up on my journals about a week after the fact, just because I get lazy about writing. Good thing I don't have deadlines.

Last Saturday morning, after hemming and hawing about it while playing a little CoH, I finally decided I had to get out of the now-empty house. I threw on my new black kilt, a black sleeveless, and boots, and headed up to Holly for the Renaissance Festival's Highland Fling weekend. I got there late enough that there was no line out the gate, but also had to park out in the hinterlands and walk a good quarter to half mile to the gate. I scouted the three main pubs looking for the Bay City crew and finally found Cyndi, Meredith, and Melissa at the Horse Pub. Cyndi was already two sheets to the wind and preparing to hoist the third. After my second Stout Pecker (Guinness Stout floated on Woodpecker Cider) we had a heart-to-heart about various things, including her recent epiphany about the utter and complete self-absorption of her cousin, and my ex, Jay. We all know he's like that, and it's been a joke among us for a long time, but it really hit home for her after she'd called him recently because she was having some serious problems she needed to talk about to someone (they talk a lot). He basically blew her off and launched into a rant about HIS latest drama, which was trivial by comparison (and almost always is). This hurt her pretty bad and really opened her eyes to just how shallow and selfish he really is. I mean, she always knew it, but now she SEES it.

She also read my palms. She's been studying it for quite awhile now and just passed her police check and got her license, so she can get paid to do it. She recently made $200 doing readings at a small party for some women. She admitted it's difficult to read for someone you already know because that tends to color your observations, but she read some very interesting things:

— I like to think of myself as very independent, but I'm really not. (True)
— I'm a lot smarter than I allow myself to be. For whatever reason, I hold some of it back. (Also true, and I can clearly remember the exact moment in 5th grade when I started doing that, and why. Damn you Tom Roberts! But that's another entry.)
— I have a single, solid marriage line. No other relationships for the foreseeable future. However, she was confused by the appearance of a child line, since neither Aaron nor I have or want kids. (I nearly snarfed Stout Pecker through my nose when she said that, but kept my mouth shut. Some of you know why, and I'll leave it at that.)
— My life line could have been drawn with a Sharpie: very long life, no major illnesses at all. (I said that was good, it meant I'd last long enough to be uploaded to my custom virtual reality. :oP)
— I have a huge amount of creativity, but no writer's line, so the creativity is in some other form. (I'm sure I could figure out what form that is if I tried. For example, I really enjoyed producing the CD for the music sharing project last year.)

Afterward I rapidly caught up to everyone else's level of blood alcohol content and spent the afternoon happily drunk, shamelessly scoping the hot guys, and enjoying the attention I seemed to be getting; although some of that was probably just booze and wishful thinking. About 6pm I decided I'd better sober up, so I bought a large diet Coke from the stunningly cute boy at the drink vendor across from the main pub. A bit later I went back (he was gone by then) and told his female coworker (a future fag hag if I've ever seen one) to tell him he was about the hottest thing I'd seen all day. She thought that was great and got all giggly. To my surprise she showed up at the pub about a half hour later, wrapped her arm around me, and told me that she couldn't find him anywhere but he'd be back tomorrow. Would I? I regretfully told her I wouldn't, but would probably be back before the end of the season.

Ah, the joys of alcohol…

After some serious sobering up, and jumpstarting Cyndi & Kurt's car, I dragged myself home and put in some serious housecleaning time the next day before Aaron came home from England, speaking British. The rest of the week has been mostly work, gym, gaming, and eating.

And eating.

And eating.

OMG.

FOOD.

It's working, cuz my gut is slowly disappearing as the muscles get bigger, but I never thought I'd get so tired of shoving food in my face. As soon as I finish this entry it's time to eat again, actually. I am SO lucky Aaron loves to cook, and is great at it, and is patient enough to put up with this. The benefits he enjoys from it must be worth it. :oP

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Sep 012006
 

I always seem to play catch-up on my LJ about a week after the fact, just because I get lazy about writing. Good thing I don’t have deadlines.

Last Saturday morning, after hemming and hawing about it while playing a little CoH, I finally decided I had to get out of the now-empty house. I threw on my new black kilt, a black sleeveless, and boots, and headed up to Holly for the Renaissance Festival’s Highland Fling weekend. I got there late enough that there was no line out the gate, but also had to park out in the hinterlands and walk a good quarter to half mile to the gate. I scouted the three main pubs looking for the Bay City crew and finally found Cyndi, Meredith, and Melissa at the Horse Pub. Cyndi was already two sheets to the wind and preparing to hoist the third. After my second Stout Pecker (Guinness Stout floated on Woodpecker Cider) we had a heart-to-heart about various things, including her recent epiphany about the utter and complete self-absorption of her cousin, and my ex, Jay. We all know he’s like that, and it’s been a joke among us for a long time, but it really hit home for her after she’d called him recently because she was having some serious problems she needed to talk about to someone (they talk a lot). He basically blew her off and launched into a rant about HIS latest drama, which was trivial by comparison (and almost always is). This hurt her pretty bad and really opened her eyes to just how shallow and selfish he really is. I mean, she always knew it, but now she SEES it.

She also read my palms. She’s been studying it for quite awhile now and just passed her police check and got her license, so she can get paid to do it. She recently made $200 doing readings at a small party for some women. She admitted it’s difficult to read for someone you already know because that tends to color your observations, but she read some very interesting things:

— I like to think of myself as very independent, but I’m really not. (True)
— I’m a lot smarter than I allow myself to be. For whatever reason, I hold some of it back. (Also true, and I can clearly remember the exact moment in 5th grade when I started doing that, and why. Damn you Tom Roberts! But that’s another entry.)
— I have a single, solid marriage line. No other relationships for the foreseeable future. However, she was confused by the appearance of a child line, since neither Aaron nor I have or want kids. (I nearly snarfed Stout Pecker through my nose when she said that, but kept my mouth shut. Some of you know why, and I’ll leave it at that.)
— My life line could have been drawn with a Sharpie: very long life, no major illnesses at all. (I said that was good, it meant I’d last long enough to be uploaded to my custom virtual reality. :oP)
— I have a huge amount of creativity, but no writer’s line, so the creativity is in some other form. (I’m sure I could figure out what form that is if I tried. For example, I really enjoyed producing the CD for the music sharing project last year.)

Afterward I rapidly caught up to everyone else’s level of blood alcohol content and spent the afternoon happily drunk, shamelessly scoping the hot guys, and enjoying the attention I seemed to be getting; although some of that was probably just booze and wishful thinking. About 6pm I decided I’d better sober up, so I bought a large diet Coke from the stunningly cute boy at the drink vendor across from the main pub. A bit later I went back (he was gone by then) and told his female coworker (a future fag hag if I’ve ever seen one) to tell him he was about the hottest thing I’d seen all day. She thought that was great and got all giggly. To my surprise she showed up at the pub about a half hour later, wrapped her arm around me, and told me that she couldn’t find him anywhere but he’d be back tomorrow. Would I? I regretfully told her I wouldn’t, but would probably be back before the end of the season.

Ah, the joys of alcohol…

After some serious sobering up, and jumpstarting Cyndi & Kurt’s car, I dragged myself home and put in some serious housecleaning time the next day before Aaron came home from England, speaking British. The rest of the week has been mostly work, gym, gaming, and eating.

And eating.

And eating.

OMG.

FOOD.

It’s working, cuz my gut is slowly disappearing as the muscles get bigger, but I never thought I’d get so tired of shoving food in my face. As soon as I finish this entry it’s time to eat again, actually. I am SO lucky Aaron loves to cook, and is great at it, and is patient enough to put up with this. The benefits he enjoys from it must be worth it. :oP

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