About a coffin

Last night, triadruid and I embarked on a perilous quest: to make it to the hardware store before they closed, and obtain the wood and other supplies necessary to build a pine coffin. Lest my gentle readers think that this is an easy task for ones so mighty as we, I note that on Monday night, we set out with the same goal, and failed miserably, forcing us to drive around for a ridiculous span of time looking for a hardware store open past 10 p.m., or, failing that, a liquor store open past same. We were able to acquire the liquor, but the hardware, not so much.

So we made another attempt. And lo, we did arrive at Lowe's before they shut the doors. We picked up our things, had several enlightening conversations with the staff ("You building a treehouse?" "No, we're building a coffin." "Er... oh."), spent over $100 and prepared to leave. This is when we realized that not only were our several 4x8 sheets of plywood not going to fit in the interior druidmobile, but also they were in fact possibly larger than the druidmobile altogether. So we tied them to the top of the car. There was considerable overhang, for, oh my cousins, the druidmobile is a Ford Aspire, which is only slightly larger than my boot.

The conversation ensued:
featherynscale: "This has got to be illegal"
triadruid: "What? It's not illegal not to own a truck."
featherynscale: "But it probably is illegal to drive down the highway with something larger than your car balanced on top."
triadruid: "Hrm... We'll drive reeeeealllly sloooow."

But we made it home without any loss of wood or police interference, so all is well. We'll start constructing the coffin soon. I am inordinately pleased with all of this.

About a coffin

Last night, triadruid and I embarked on a perilous quest: to make it to the hardware store before they closed, and obtain the wood and other supplies necessary to build a pine coffin. Lest my gentle readers think that this is an easy task for ones so mighty as we, I note that on Monday night, we set out with the same goal, and failed miserably, forcing us to drive around for a ridiculous span of time looking for a hardware store open past 10 p.m., or, failing that, a liquor store open past same. We were able to acquire the liquor, but the hardware, not so much.

So we made another attempt. And lo, we did arrive at Lowe's before they shut the doors. We picked up our things, had several enlightening conversations with the staff ("You building a treehouse?" "No, we're building a coffin." "Er... oh."), spent over $100 and prepared to leave. This is when we realized that not only were our several 4x8 sheets of plywood not going to fit in the interior druidmobile, but also they were in fact possibly larger than the druidmobile altogether. So we tied them to the top of the car. There was considerable overhang, for, oh my cousins, the druidmobile is a Ford Aspire, which is only slightly larger than my boot.

The conversation ensued:
featherynscale: "This has got to be illegal"
triadruid: "What? It's not illegal not to own a truck."
featherynscale: "But it probably is illegal to drive down the highway with something larger than your car balanced on top."
triadruid: "Hrm... We'll drive reeeeealllly sloooow."

But we made it home without any loss of wood or police interference, so all is well. We'll start constructing the coffin soon. I am inordinately pleased with all of this.

meme toss

from pistorius, who also posted a fairly amusing meme-to-be on dadarevolt, though this is not that one.

This week, I have mostly been:
Reading: Kushiel's Dart, and wondering about the way the author treats the subject of masochism - I somehow don't think it's all that rare a bird. (The book is still good, though.)
Listening: to a muted mental loop of freak-out and baseless fear, and trying to change the station.
Playing: less often than I'd like to be.
Researching: seasonal folklore and costuming techniques.
Writing: love songs to gods and underappreciated archangels.
Applying: a generous amount of gentle irony and gorgeous absurdity in a thin layer three times daily, or as directed by my soul.
Making: a mess all over the place.
Being: sleepy but alive.
Seeing: other options everywhere.
Believing: that it was a mark of failure and poor behavior on my part not to be invincible, and getting told otherwise.
Planning: on being part of the best Halloween house in the neighborhood.
Deciding: that many silly things are more necessary to my well-being than many reasonable things.
Pushing: my luck.
Wanting: reassurance and less pain.
Dreaming: of shapeshifting.
Watching: people.
Hoping: for less fear.
Striving: to pack all of the things I want to do into the time I have to do them.

... and add your own verb and pass it on... mine is:
Enjoying: these unexpected warm days.

meme toss

from pistorius, who also posted a fairly amusing meme-to-be on dadarevolt, though this is not that one.

This week, I have mostly been:
Reading: Kushiel's Dart, and wondering about the way the author treats the subject of masochism - I somehow don't think it's all that rare a bird. (The book is still good, though.)
Listening: to a muted mental loop of freak-out and baseless fear, and trying to change the station.
Playing: less often than I'd like to be.
Researching: seasonal folklore and costuming techniques.
Writing: love songs to gods and underappreciated archangels.
Applying: a generous amount of gentle irony and gorgeous absurdity in a thin layer three times daily, or as directed by my soul.
Making: a mess all over the place.
Being: sleepy but alive.
Seeing: other options everywhere.
Believing: that it was a mark of failure and poor behavior on my part not to be invincible, and getting told otherwise.
Planning: on being part of the best Halloween house in the neighborhood.
Deciding: that many silly things are more necessary to my well-being than many reasonable things.
Pushing: my luck.
Wanting: reassurance and less pain.
Dreaming: of shapeshifting.
Watching: people.
Hoping: for less fear.
Striving: to pack all of the things I want to do into the time I have to do them.

... and add your own verb and pass it on... mine is:
Enjoying: these unexpected warm days.