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If you're on FB or the Gaia mailing list, you'll see this again, but I figured I'd post it here as I know some of you are planning to attend the Longest Night Ball and might not otherwise catch the news:

With the event only two weeks away, we learned today that a dispute between the City of Kansas City and the El Torreon Ballroom will mean that we are not able to hold Longest Night Ball at El Torreon as scheduled.

However, that doesn't mean the party is off. We have initiated Emergency Backup Plan D, and will instead be holding 2009's Longest Night Ball at SMUUCh. This will mean a couple of changes in the event, as follows:

1) Since we will no longer be counting exorbitant space fees among our expenses, ticket prices will be reduced to $15 in advance, $20 at the door. If you have already paid for your tickets, the difference in price will be refunded to you.

2) We are now full up on vendors for the event.

3) Um... as far as we know, that's it for now. It's still going to be a lot of fun, and I hope you'll come out and join us from 9p-1a on Dec 18th!

There may be a few more small changes upcoming, but I am still in process of confirming those. I will post again to let you know as soon as I know!
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If you're on FB or the Gaia mailing list, you'll see this again, but I figured I'd post it here as I know some of you are planning to attend the Longest Night Ball and might not otherwise catch the news:

With the event only two weeks away, we learned today that a dispute between the City of Kansas City and the El Torreon Ballroom will mean that we are not able to hold Longest Night Ball at El Torreon as scheduled.

However, that doesn't mean the party is off. We have initiated Emergency Backup Plan D, and will instead be holding 2009's Longest Night Ball at SMUUCh. This will mean a couple of changes in the event, as follows:

1) Since we will no longer be counting exorbitant space fees among our expenses, ticket prices will be reduced to $15 in advance, $20 at the door. If you have already paid for your tickets, the difference in price will be refunded to you.

2) We are now full up on vendors for the event.

3) Um... as far as we know, that's it for now. It's still going to be a lot of fun, and I hope you'll come out and join us from 9p-1a on Dec 18th!

There may be a few more small changes upcoming, but I am still in process of confirming those. I will post again to let you know as soon as I know!
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I can tell we had a successful party yesterday, because there are a great many things in my house that are not mine. I can tell we had a low-drama party, because none of them are pants, and the one of them that is a vodka bottle is still 3/4 full.

The kitchen is a war zone. I am afraid to look in the fridge. What lurks within? I know not, but that it may involve turkey. If it does, we're having gumbo tomorrow.

I missed the end of the party, alas. I believe that someday I will learn that my body in its current configuration can process either a good deal more sugar than usual *or* a great deal more wine than usual, but not both. I crashed at some point, and delighted in the fact that when the party's at my house, I can go to bed whenever I like. I woke up around 4:30 a.m., was grievously ill, then went back to bed. I'm pretty sure everyone who doesn't live here was gone by then, but I didn't investigate the couch too thoroughly.

Anyway, I live on. And so does everyone else who was cooking with me in my kitchen yesterday. I am sometimes protective of my space in the kitchen, and I have easy access to large knives, so I felt going into the situation that survival might be a near thing for some of us. Fortunately, though, once everyone had all their proper equipment sorted out, the cooking was pretty painless. I am grateful to [livejournal.com profile] ruisseau and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, who were lovely sous-chefs. [livejournal.com profile] ruisseau gets the "Beyond the Call of Duty" award for stemming and peeling mushrooms, which she dislikes profoundly. [livejournal.com profile] popefelix is a very gadget-y, by-the-book cook, which is exactly the sort of cook I am not, but still, peaceful kitchen coexistence was achieved, and the turkey was Yummy.

So, today, when [livejournal.com profile] triadruid rolls out of bed, I think we're gonna head out to Larrytown to put up some posters for Longest Night, and perhaps catch some yummy non-turkey dining. Later, Friday Night Supper Club is on at Blue Nile at the River Market (aggressively non-turkey dining, that). I hope to manage to sneak in a birthday present for the boy, who doesn't want a birthday party and so on and suchlike. I respect people's rights to not have a party, but it is very hard for me to consider not buying a present, for the gods' sakes. We'll see how it goes. Until next time, dear readers. :)
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I can tell we had a successful party yesterday, because there are a great many things in my house that are not mine. I can tell we had a low-drama party, because none of them are pants, and the one of them that is a vodka bottle is still 3/4 full.

The kitchen is a war zone. I am afraid to look in the fridge. What lurks within? I know not, but that it may involve turkey. If it does, we're having gumbo tomorrow.

I missed the end of the party, alas. I believe that someday I will learn that my body in its current configuration can process either a good deal more sugar than usual *or* a great deal more wine than usual, but not both. I crashed at some point, and delighted in the fact that when the party's at my house, I can go to bed whenever I like. I woke up around 4:30 a.m., was grievously ill, then went back to bed. I'm pretty sure everyone who doesn't live here was gone by then, but I didn't investigate the couch too thoroughly.

Anyway, I live on. And so does everyone else who was cooking with me in my kitchen yesterday. I am sometimes protective of my space in the kitchen, and I have easy access to large knives, so I felt going into the situation that survival might be a near thing for some of us. Fortunately, though, once everyone had all their proper equipment sorted out, the cooking was pretty painless. I am grateful to [livejournal.com profile] ruisseau and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, who were lovely sous-chefs. [livejournal.com profile] ruisseau gets the "Beyond the Call of Duty" award for stemming and peeling mushrooms, which she dislikes profoundly. [livejournal.com profile] popefelix is a very gadget-y, by-the-book cook, which is exactly the sort of cook I am not, but still, peaceful kitchen coexistence was achieved, and the turkey was Yummy.

So, today, when [livejournal.com profile] triadruid rolls out of bed, I think we're gonna head out to Larrytown to put up some posters for Longest Night, and perhaps catch some yummy non-turkey dining. Later, Friday Night Supper Club is on at Blue Nile at the River Market (aggressively non-turkey dining, that). I hope to manage to sneak in a birthday present for the boy, who doesn't want a birthday party and so on and suchlike. I respect people's rights to not have a party, but it is very hard for me to consider not buying a present, for the gods' sakes. We'll see how it goes. Until next time, dear readers. :)
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For such a crap week last week, the weekend went pretty damned well. Friday we visited our Liberal Neighbors™, who were hosting a party for the Obama campaign. We stayed just long enough to note a campaign principle (Organize!, which I think is a fine principle) and nick a yard sign. Apparently, somebody came round and fucked up the only other Obama sign in the neighborhood (on the lawn of said Liberal Neighbors™), but nobody's messed with ours yet. We also went to Blue Koi for dumplings with [livejournal.com profile] zylch, [livejournal.com profile] crookedface, and [livejournal.com profile] curlysquirrel. We stayed there a bit longer, because, you know, they have extremely tasty dumplings.

Saturday night we hosted a Convention of Time Travelers, to which virtually everyone came in costume, and a lot of good friends sat around in my living room discussing competing theories of the nature of time and getting sodding drunk. This sort of party is definitely one of my sorts of parties. [livejournal.com profile] triadruid emerged from the costume closet dressed in an old military uniform (Marines) and introduced himself as Lt. Reynolds, attached to the USS Eldridge. He earns points for saying so, practically everyone else loses points for not getting the joke. Several of the time-travelers were researchers, and spent some portion of the evening studying each other. By the time we'd been at it for a couple of hours, we took a vote and decided that the space-time continuum was already fucked, and we might as well have another beer.

[livejournal.com profile] rampantfox brought a game called 'Time's Up!', in which you pair off into teams and try to get your partner to guess a historical or fictional character, at first with as many words as you like, then with one word, and then by means of charade. This is, in practice, a lot funnier than it sounds. I learned that some of my friends don't know the difference between Rasputin and Rumplestiltskin, that you can evoke the memory of Woodrow Wilson by yelling "Erection Man!", and that when [livejournal.com profile] triadruid describes John Dillinger, the first thing he'll say is "He was the gangster with the big cock", which is enough to make me think of John Dillinger, but apparently not anybody else. Discussion of the possible locations of Rasputin's and Dillinger's penises ensued.

Somehow, everyone got home all right, except for co-celebrant [livejournal.com profile] kaymyth, who crashed on the couch and went home in the morning. Also, after I went to bed, other people cleaned up! It barely looked like there was a party there at all. This is nothing short of miraculous. We were richer by a few left-behind items, but I think most of them have been returned, and we just have [livejournal.com profile] adammaker's goggles and [livejournal.com profile] kaymyth's fog machine.

Con prep continues; it looks like neither [livejournal.com profile] triadruid nor I will be forced to go to Con and wander around naked for lack of costume. I'm putting the finishing touches on Agatha Heterodyne and Her BFG, and he's got a few Green Arrow issues to work out, but other than that, we're good. Which is good, because we're leaving in two days.
Still to do: )
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
For such a crap week last week, the weekend went pretty damned well. Friday we visited our Liberal Neighbors™, who were hosting a party for the Obama campaign. We stayed just long enough to note a campaign principle (Organize!, which I think is a fine principle) and nick a yard sign. Apparently, somebody came round and fucked up the only other Obama sign in the neighborhood (on the lawn of said Liberal Neighbors™), but nobody's messed with ours yet. We also went to Blue Koi for dumplings with [livejournal.com profile] zylch, [livejournal.com profile] crookedface, and [livejournal.com profile] curlysquirrel. We stayed there a bit longer, because, you know, they have extremely tasty dumplings.

Saturday night we hosted a Convention of Time Travelers, to which virtually everyone came in costume, and a lot of good friends sat around in my living room discussing competing theories of the nature of time and getting sodding drunk. This sort of party is definitely one of my sorts of parties. [livejournal.com profile] triadruid emerged from the costume closet dressed in an old military uniform (Marines) and introduced himself as Lt. Reynolds, attached to the USS Eldridge. He earns points for saying so, practically everyone else loses points for not getting the joke. Several of the time-travelers were researchers, and spent some portion of the evening studying each other. By the time we'd been at it for a couple of hours, we took a vote and decided that the space-time continuum was already fucked, and we might as well have another beer.

[livejournal.com profile] rampantfox brought a game called 'Time's Up!', in which you pair off into teams and try to get your partner to guess a historical or fictional character, at first with as many words as you like, then with one word, and then by means of charade. This is, in practice, a lot funnier than it sounds. I learned that some of my friends don't know the difference between Rasputin and Rumplestiltskin, that you can evoke the memory of Woodrow Wilson by yelling "Erection Man!", and that when [livejournal.com profile] triadruid describes John Dillinger, the first thing he'll say is "He was the gangster with the big cock", which is enough to make me think of John Dillinger, but apparently not anybody else. Discussion of the possible locations of Rasputin's and Dillinger's penises ensued.

Somehow, everyone got home all right, except for co-celebrant [livejournal.com profile] kaymyth, who crashed on the couch and went home in the morning. Also, after I went to bed, other people cleaned up! It barely looked like there was a party there at all. This is nothing short of miraculous. We were richer by a few left-behind items, but I think most of them have been returned, and we just have [livejournal.com profile] adammaker's goggles and [livejournal.com profile] kaymyth's fog machine.

Con prep continues; it looks like neither [livejournal.com profile] triadruid nor I will be forced to go to Con and wander around naked for lack of costume. I'm putting the finishing touches on Agatha Heterodyne and Her BFG, and he's got a few Green Arrow issues to work out, but other than that, we're good. Which is good, because we're leaving in two days.
Still to do: )
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I thought about having this locked down to just the KC folks, but what the hell, some of the rest of you might be interested, too.

Here's the deal: Every year, forever, the Gaia Community has done an arts-and-crafts show (the Winter Bazaar, if you've been following along) as a winter fund-raiser. Every year, we make about $1000 on this event. We have put a lot of work into making it bigger and better, which means that we make more money every year, but it also costs more money (and more time) every year, leaving us with a steady profit of, yep, $1000. Getting volunteers to assist with the thing is difficult, getting someone to manage the thing is nigh impossible. Attendance is generally poor. So I'm thinking, this sucks, let's not do it anymore. If we don't do it, we need to come up with some other fund-raising concept that will make at least $1000 profit for the organization.

[livejournal.com profile] zylch and I spent some time this evening kicking around the idea of having a Yule Ball, some sort of reasonably upscale (but not obnoxiously upscale) costume and/or fancy dress party experience instead. There would be music and dancing and probably food, and possibly a silent auction and/or raffle. It would be a holiday party that you could take your significant other(s) to, regardless of gender, number, or preferred lifestyle arrangement. It would have a magical theme (possibly but not necessarily something Harry-Potter-ish). There is every possibility that there would be games and/or some sort of participatory art experience. There would be a door charge, previously mentioned silent auction/raffle, and possibly sales of non-alcoholic beverages (because we probably can't get a liquor license).

The thing is, we've not done an event like this. I have no sense at all of whether there would be enough interest in it to make it work or not. Hence, a preliminary investigation, very unofficial. Feel free to comment further on the concept. (Also, if you really love the Winter Bazaar, feel free to defend its continued existence. Nothing's been decided yet at all.)

[Poll #1241479]
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I thought about having this locked down to just the KC folks, but what the hell, some of the rest of you might be interested, too.

Here's the deal: Every year, forever, the Gaia Community has done an arts-and-crafts show (the Winter Bazaar, if you've been following along) as a winter fund-raiser. Every year, we make about $1000 on this event. We have put a lot of work into making it bigger and better, which means that we make more money every year, but it also costs more money (and more time) every year, leaving us with a steady profit of, yep, $1000. Getting volunteers to assist with the thing is difficult, getting someone to manage the thing is nigh impossible. Attendance is generally poor. So I'm thinking, this sucks, let's not do it anymore. If we don't do it, we need to come up with some other fund-raising concept that will make at least $1000 profit for the organization.

[livejournal.com profile] zylch and I spent some time this evening kicking around the idea of having a Yule Ball, some sort of reasonably upscale (but not obnoxiously upscale) costume and/or fancy dress party experience instead. There would be music and dancing and probably food, and possibly a silent auction and/or raffle. It would be a holiday party that you could take your significant other(s) to, regardless of gender, number, or preferred lifestyle arrangement. It would have a magical theme (possibly but not necessarily something Harry-Potter-ish). There is every possibility that there would be games and/or some sort of participatory art experience. There would be a door charge, previously mentioned silent auction/raffle, and possibly sales of non-alcoholic beverages (because we probably can't get a liquor license).

The thing is, we've not done an event like this. I have no sense at all of whether there would be enough interest in it to make it work or not. Hence, a preliminary investigation, very unofficial. Feel free to comment further on the concept. (Also, if you really love the Winter Bazaar, feel free to defend its continued existence. Nothing's been decided yet at all.)

[Poll #1241479]
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This weekend kicked a lot of ass. Some of it was mine. *grin*
How I spent my Summer Vacation... er... Weekend. )

Also, somewhere in there, I had the first root beer float I've had in over a year. Somewhere in there, I spent a lot of time in bed, mostly with company. Somewhere in there, I cooked a meal and made oatmeal cookies. I'm liking this weekend-with-few-commitments thing. I'm going to try to do some more of it. Like next weekend, maybe.
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This weekend kicked a lot of ass. Some of it was mine. *grin*
How I spent my Summer Vacation... er... Weekend. )

Also, somewhere in there, I had the first root beer float I've had in over a year. Somewhere in there, I spent a lot of time in bed, mostly with company. Somewhere in there, I cooked a meal and made oatmeal cookies. I'm liking this weekend-with-few-commitments thing. I'm going to try to do some more of it. Like next weekend, maybe.
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I posted some pictures from last weekend on my Flickr page, if you're interested in seeing them.

I have a few more that want corrections, because basically, I do not have mad drunken photography skills. Alas. I might get to cleaning them up this weekend and seeing if I can salvage them.
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I posted some pictures from last weekend on my Flickr page, if you're interested in seeing them.

I have a few more that want corrections, because basically, I do not have mad drunken photography skills. Alas. I might get to cleaning them up this weekend and seeing if I can salvage them.
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Pictures are up!

Enjoy the Stupid Pumpkin Project, and various costumed shenanigans. Hope you're having a good one.
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Pictures are up!

Enjoy the Stupid Pumpkin Project, and various costumed shenanigans. Hope you're having a good one.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (amazing isn't it)
I just cut my tongue on a peppermint. It's possibly the stupidest injury I've ever had. It's well beyond ordinary stupid, the sort of stupid you don't admit to. It's gloriously stupid, the sort of thing that you have to go tell other people about because you can't believe you ever did anything so stupid.

But what do you expect on a Monday, especially when the preceeding weekend included so little rest? Friday night was gaming night, and saw the end of a year+ D&D campaign. I'm hoping to transitions my character into some other game -- I enjoy these occasional instances of getting to behave like a tiny 12-year-old sorceror with mild autism and a tendency to turn into an eight-foot-tall, four-armed gorilla monster at the worst possible moments. It's good for the soul.

Saturday was full of ritual prep. I should have gone to [livejournal.com profile] fyreseer and [livejournal.com profile] akaashben's housewarming party, but had so much ritual prep to do that I couldn't party in good conscience. Stupid conscience. It's probably just as well. I have all the social ability of a mildly autistic four-armed gorilla monster (it's a theme!) and I needed it all for Sunday's ritual.

Sunday was Gaia Community's Yule ritual, which was not an all-singing, all-dancing ritual extravaganza with a cast of thousands, but desperately wanted to be. It felt like a good ritual, and I hope people experienced it that way. The symbolism was awfully simple, and I was hoping it would come off in that way where the simple things are the most profound, instead of the way in which things just feel facile. No way to tell, really. I did make it through all of my speaking parts without swearing, which I thought was a meaningful accomplishment. In my personal practice, it's perfectly fine to address a rude word to a deity or to proclaim dirty poetry to them, provided it's accurate to the deity in question and their qualities, but I understand that's not the usual expectation. I'm working on it.

And now, two days of work, and I'm off for vacation. Life is rough.
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I just cut my tongue on a peppermint. It's possibly the stupidest injury I've ever had. It's well beyond ordinary stupid, the sort of stupid you don't admit to. It's gloriously stupid, the sort of thing that you have to go tell other people about because you can't believe you ever did anything so stupid.

But what do you expect on a Monday, especially when the preceeding weekend included so little rest? Friday night was gaming night, and saw the end of a year+ D&D campaign. I'm hoping to transitions my character into some other game -- I enjoy these occasional instances of getting to behave like a tiny 12-year-old sorceror with mild autism and a tendency to turn into an eight-foot-tall, four-armed gorilla monster at the worst possible moments. It's good for the soul.

Saturday was full of ritual prep. I should have gone to [livejournal.com profile] fyreseer and [livejournal.com profile] akaashben's housewarming party, but had so much ritual prep to do that I couldn't party in good conscience. Stupid conscience. It's probably just as well. I have all the social ability of a mildly autistic four-armed gorilla monster (it's a theme!) and I needed it all for Sunday's ritual.

Sunday was Gaia Community's Yule ritual, which was not an all-singing, all-dancing ritual extravaganza with a cast of thousands, but desperately wanted to be. It felt like a good ritual, and I hope people experienced it that way. The symbolism was awfully simple, and I was hoping it would come off in that way where the simple things are the most profound, instead of the way in which things just feel facile. No way to tell, really. I did make it through all of my speaking parts without swearing, which I thought was a meaningful accomplishment. In my personal practice, it's perfectly fine to address a rude word to a deity or to proclaim dirty poetry to them, provided it's accurate to the deity in question and their qualities, but I understand that's not the usual expectation. I'm working on it.

And now, two days of work, and I'm off for vacation. Life is rough.
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It's a rich and varied pageant out there, folks. I know this because I consistently find myself sitting down to write an entry and trying to choose one or two out of the eleventy-billion things that I've been involved in or thinking about lately, so that there can be a nice, tight focused entry that is reasonably true, entertaining, and perhaps even point-inclusive. It's a standard I try for, but don't always (often?) meet.

Sometimes, the best I can do is a list of highlight moments. Today is one of those days.
How I spent my <s>summer vacation</s> weekend: )
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It's a rich and varied pageant out there, folks. I know this because I consistently find myself sitting down to write an entry and trying to choose one or two out of the eleventy-billion things that I've been involved in or thinking about lately, so that there can be a nice, tight focused entry that is reasonably true, entertaining, and perhaps even point-inclusive. It's a standard I try for, but don't always (often?) meet.

Sometimes, the best I can do is a list of highlight moments. Today is one of those days.
How I spent my <s>summer vacation</s> weekend: )
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Revelations of the weekend:
1. Having an interest in attending costumed events is a little like having a pot-smoking habit: at first, it seems like you will always be able to buy everything you need, but eventually, the urge to make your own paraphenalia will hit you, and then, nothing is safe. Went to Ren Faire yesterday, found Nothing that answered the question "What shall I wear under my new frock coat?" successfully. Saw many beautiful shirts, but none were what I was looking for. Which is, of course, something that will pass as pirate attire, made of something that isn't mostly polyester (the shirt I wore at Dragon*Con probably came from a Halloween costume, and is perilously close to plastic and completely unsuitable for warm-weather wear), and cut for someone who isn't Rennie-Sized (which is perhaps 6'2", 280, I'm not sure. I mean, I'm pretty big, but really, I could use most of the things I looked at as a tent.). So I'll probably be hitting the fabric store and begging for machine loans sometime this winter. I believe that somehow, if I follow the directions on the pattern, it will not matter that I know nothing about sewing, it will just work. This is the kind of thinking that gets me in trouble when I try to pretend that I can cook, so I know it to be false, and yet.
2. The Flaming Ball of Gas in the Sky has it in for me. While I was able to manage the day at KCRF without getting exhausted or having my feet protest (which I attribute to the recent addition of long walks to my routines), I got a monstrous sun/dehydration headache about 5:00. Blech. Fortunately, we were scheduled to go visit [livejournal.com profile] adammaker and [livejournal.com profile] jackjob after Faire, and if there's anyone who's likely to be able to help with that sort of thing, it would be [livejournal.com profile] adammaker. He gave me excedrin and lavendar oil, and after a time, all was well. I don't know what to do about avoiding this sort of thing in the future, but I expect more water and perhaps a pair of sunglasses are in it.
3. I am getting old. The Libra Birthday party was much fun, but I ended up asleep on the futon with the cat for about an hour from 1:30-2:30 or so. Everyone was kind enough to let me sleep, which was nice. But it would be nicer to be able to manage to stay awake.

Also of note, but not particularly relevatory, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I bought Chamelons (which are articles of clothing in this sense, and not lizards) from an amiable acid-head at Faire, and they are really, really neat. You can make them into practically any sort of clothing, and a handful of non-clothing things as well. Provided, of course, that you can work out what to zip or tie in order to get the thing to be the shape you want. Still, fun to play with. I've been envious of [livejournal.com profile] niveus_tigris' Chameleon for quite some time. And now I have one, yay.
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Revelations of the weekend:
1. Having an interest in attending costumed events is a little like having a pot-smoking habit: at first, it seems like you will always be able to buy everything you need, but eventually, the urge to make your own paraphenalia will hit you, and then, nothing is safe. Went to Ren Faire yesterday, found Nothing that answered the question "What shall I wear under my new frock coat?" successfully. Saw many beautiful shirts, but none were what I was looking for. Which is, of course, something that will pass as pirate attire, made of something that isn't mostly polyester (the shirt I wore at Dragon*Con probably came from a Halloween costume, and is perilously close to plastic and completely unsuitable for warm-weather wear), and cut for someone who isn't Rennie-Sized (which is perhaps 6'2", 280, I'm not sure. I mean, I'm pretty big, but really, I could use most of the things I looked at as a tent.). So I'll probably be hitting the fabric store and begging for machine loans sometime this winter. I believe that somehow, if I follow the directions on the pattern, it will not matter that I know nothing about sewing, it will just work. This is the kind of thinking that gets me in trouble when I try to pretend that I can cook, so I know it to be false, and yet.
2. The Flaming Ball of Gas in the Sky has it in for me. While I was able to manage the day at KCRF without getting exhausted or having my feet protest (which I attribute to the recent addition of long walks to my routines), I got a monstrous sun/dehydration headache about 5:00. Blech. Fortunately, we were scheduled to go visit [livejournal.com profile] adammaker and [livejournal.com profile] jackjob after Faire, and if there's anyone who's likely to be able to help with that sort of thing, it would be [livejournal.com profile] adammaker. He gave me excedrin and lavendar oil, and after a time, all was well. I don't know what to do about avoiding this sort of thing in the future, but I expect more water and perhaps a pair of sunglasses are in it.
3. I am getting old. The Libra Birthday party was much fun, but I ended up asleep on the futon with the cat for about an hour from 1:30-2:30 or so. Everyone was kind enough to let me sleep, which was nice. But it would be nicer to be able to manage to stay awake.

Also of note, but not particularly relevatory, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I bought Chamelons (which are articles of clothing in this sense, and not lizards) from an amiable acid-head at Faire, and they are really, really neat. You can make them into practically any sort of clothing, and a handful of non-clothing things as well. Provided, of course, that you can work out what to zip or tie in order to get the thing to be the shape you want. Still, fun to play with. I've been envious of [livejournal.com profile] niveus_tigris' Chameleon for quite some time. And now I have one, yay.

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