Cake failure

The King Cake failed utterly yesterday. The dough, for some reason, refused to rise. Perhaps the yeast was no good, or the house was too cold, or something. I have no idea, really. So the experiment was summarily pitched, and will not be repeated. It wouldn't rise when I wanted it to, and now I have cake performance anxiety. Sunday was sort of like that, in the lack of mojo department.
:-/

Other than that, there were four things worth journaling about this weekend, those being a visit to the synagogue on Friday, a dream of supervillainy on Saturday morning, the Nine Inch Nails show Saturday night, and starwyse's party following the show. And, in the manner of chronarchy, I'll tell you about those later.

Cake failure

The King Cake failed utterly yesterday. The dough, for some reason, refused to rise. Perhaps the yeast was no good, or the house was too cold, or something. I have no idea, really. So the experiment was summarily pitched, and will not be repeated. It wouldn't rise when I wanted it to, and now I have cake performance anxiety. Sunday was sort of like that, in the lack of mojo department.
:-/

Other than that, there were four things worth journaling about this weekend, those being a visit to the synagogue on Friday, a dream of supervillainy on Saturday morning, the Nine Inch Nails show Saturday night, and starwyse's party following the show. And, in the manner of chronarchy, I'll tell you about those later.

A Dream

Saturday morning, I got up very early, randomly browsed the internet, and then decided that it was a worthier use of my time to go back to bed. So, I crawled into bed with kittenpants, and went back to sleep.

I dreamed that she and I, and a number of other people we know, were henchmen in the employ of a Supervillain, as played by Alan Cumming. Except that I am reasonably certain that it was actually Alan Cumming, as opposed to a character being played by. But anyway. The uniforms were good.

We were doing the standard looting and pillaging thing, but we were trying to fund research being done at our Supervillain Compound. This research eventually yielded the secret weapon in our Overarching Supervillain Plot, which was that we were going to make everyone in the world bisexual. The way that we would accomplish this was by way of a toxin introduced first to world leaders and then to everyone else that would turn its victim into a dinosaur in seven days. The antidote to this toxin, which our organization was kind enough to have broadcast over all the major media, was to ingest the sexual fluids of the sex you did not usually prefer. (Presumably, you would have to continue to do this on a pretty regular basis, or oops! Dinosaur.) So that was it. The world had two choices: bisexual, or dinosaur. It then became the duty of the henchmen to try and save as many people from dinosaurhood as possible, which was fun. And then, when that phase had passed, we were assigned to dinosaur patrol, which involved cruising the city streets in our supervillain hovercraft and shooting the rampaging dinosaurs. My takeaway from this part was something on the order of "Wow. There are way more dinosaurs out there than you would have thought."

Later we got the idea that if we developed mind control helmets for the dinosaurs, then we could recruit some of them into the Supervillain Army, but I'm not sure that ever really worked out all that well.

A Dream

Saturday morning, I got up very early, randomly browsed the internet, and then decided that it was a worthier use of my time to go back to bed. So, I crawled into bed with kittenpants, and went back to sleep.

I dreamed that she and I, and a number of other people we know, were henchmen in the employ of a Supervillain, as played by Alan Cumming. Except that I am reasonably certain that it was actually Alan Cumming, as opposed to a character being played by. But anyway. The uniforms were good.

We were doing the standard looting and pillaging thing, but we were trying to fund research being done at our Supervillain Compound. This research eventually yielded the secret weapon in our Overarching Supervillain Plot, which was that we were going to make everyone in the world bisexual. The way that we would accomplish this was by way of a toxin introduced first to world leaders and then to everyone else that would turn its victim into a dinosaur in seven days. The antidote to this toxin, which our organization was kind enough to have broadcast over all the major media, was to ingest the sexual fluids of the sex you did not usually prefer. (Presumably, you would have to continue to do this on a pretty regular basis, or oops! Dinosaur.) So that was it. The world had two choices: bisexual, or dinosaur. It then became the duty of the henchmen to try and save as many people from dinosaurhood as possible, which was fun. And then, when that phase had passed, we were assigned to dinosaur patrol, which involved cruising the city streets in our supervillain hovercraft and shooting the rampaging dinosaurs. My takeaway from this part was something on the order of "Wow. There are way more dinosaurs out there than you would have thought."

Later we got the idea that if we developed mind control helmets for the dinosaurs, then we could recruit some of them into the Supervillain Army, but I'm not sure that ever really worked out all that well.

A show

Saturday night, I went out with niveus_tigris, erusumbros and Nephew Jake to see Nine Inch Nails up at Kemper Arena. I really don't have the sort of words that would be necessary to describe how wildly good the show was. I think the closest I can get to an accurate description was "best sex I ever had with my clothes on". Before this, I was concerned that people in Kansas City didn't know how to have a show. Every show I've been to so far since moving here has been the sort of experience where people either sat and listened politely or stood around and looked like they were too cool to be there, according to whether or not there were seats. No dancing, no yelling, no throwing things, no energy. Now I'm thinking that maybe I was just going to shows in the wrong venues, because this, this was much better. Thousands of people standing, dancing, screaming, gesticulating violently, generally getting involved and throwing around some serious kind of angry/horny/intense energetic stuff. The whole experience, from an interchange of energy standpoint, was a little like a three-hour grudge fuck, and kids, that is good.

The company, too, was fiercely awesome. These boys do, in fact, know how to have a good time, and I must hang out with them more. At one point, it came to pass that Nephew Jake was imploring us not to say the name of everyone's favorite red-bearded trickster, and me and niveus_tigris and erusumbros just kind of look at each other, and we're like, "The three of us are together. He's already here."

Apparently also, there was some backstory with Nephew Jake, in which niveus_tigris and chaosdruid had been telling him that he ought to look out for me, because I'd break him. Now, note that Nephew Jake is in no real danger from me, as he is not on the List, and is in fact, both too young and not single, either of which by themselves would preclude him from even applying for List status, so this is all hypothetical stuff. But he, having not met me, was holding down the opinion that he could take me. At some point early in the show experience, though, he turns to me and goes, "You know, just being around you, I can tell. You would break me. You would rip me apart, and I would so, so love it." **grin**

Sadly, I didn't get to wear the gear that niveus_tigris made for me -- I had a suspicion that they wouldn't let me in with it on, and lo, when we got there, a sign did indeed proclaim that there would be neither spikes nor long chains allowed inside. So that was sort of a bummer, especially since I was looking forward to wearing it over to starwyse's after. Ah well. Can't have everything, I suppose.

A show

Saturday night, I went out with niveus_tigris, erusumbros and Nephew Jake to see Nine Inch Nails up at Kemper Arena. I really don't have the sort of words that would be necessary to describe how wildly good the show was. I think the closest I can get to an accurate description was "best sex I ever had with my clothes on". Before this, I was concerned that people in Kansas City didn't know how to have a show. Every show I've been to so far since moving here has been the sort of experience where people either sat and listened politely or stood around and looked like they were too cool to be there, according to whether or not there were seats. No dancing, no yelling, no throwing things, no energy. Now I'm thinking that maybe I was just going to shows in the wrong venues, because this, this was much better. Thousands of people standing, dancing, screaming, gesticulating violently, generally getting involved and throwing around some serious kind of angry/horny/intense energetic stuff. The whole experience, from an interchange of energy standpoint, was a little like a three-hour grudge fuck, and kids, that is good.

The company, too, was fiercely awesome. These boys do, in fact, know how to have a good time, and I must hang out with them more. At one point, it came to pass that Nephew Jake was imploring us not to say the name of everyone's favorite red-bearded trickster, and me and niveus_tigris and erusumbros just kind of look at each other, and we're like, "The three of us are together. He's already here."

Apparently also, there was some backstory with Nephew Jake, in which niveus_tigris and chaosdruid had been telling him that he ought to look out for me, because I'd break him. Now, note that Nephew Jake is in no real danger from me, as he is not on the List, and is in fact, both too young and not single, either of which by themselves would preclude him from even applying for List status, so this is all hypothetical stuff. But he, having not met me, was holding down the opinion that he could take me. At some point early in the show experience, though, he turns to me and goes, "You know, just being around you, I can tell. You would break me. You would rip me apart, and I would so, so love it." **grin**

Sadly, I didn't get to wear the gear that niveus_tigris made for me -- I had a suspicion that they wouldn't let me in with it on, and lo, when we got there, a sign did indeed proclaim that there would be neither spikes nor long chains allowed inside. So that was sort of a bummer, especially since I was looking forward to wearing it over to starwyse's after. Ah well. Can't have everything, I suppose.