Happy Monday

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 fyreseer and 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.

Happy Monday

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 fyreseer and 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.