This weekend (elaboration on previous post)

The way it was supposed to happen: Friday, at noon, MS is supposed to come by and pick up kittenpants. They're going to run some errands, and then head out to St. Louis, where on Saturday, we were going to attend an event being held by St. Louis Mysteries. They were going early to set up, and also to deliver a newfie puppy to its new people, who were coincidentally in St. Louis. The puppy had been rescued from the pound, where it was on a 10-day road to being put down -- it had been taken from the pound previously, and bitten the person, who had then returned it to the pound. Apparently, this is always a death sentence for a dog, nevermind the fact that this is a 4 month old puppy. Go figure. So MS is saving this dog by taking it to St. Louis.

The plan from there is that triadruid and I will get off work Friday at 5:30, and then drive to St. Louis and meet kittenpants and MS. We would then stay overnight with one of the folk organizing this thing, get up in the morning, spend the day attending and leading workshops, do a big ritual in the evening, and then drive home Saturday night.
( But here's what really happened... )

This weekend (elaboration on previous post)

The way it was supposed to happen: Friday, at noon, MS is supposed to come by and pick up kittenpants. They're going to run some errands, and then head out to St. Louis, where on Saturday, we were going to attend an event being held by St. Louis Mysteries. They were going early to set up, and also to deliver a newfie puppy to its new people, who were coincidentally in St. Louis. The puppy had been rescued from the pound, where it was on a 10-day road to being put down -- it had been taken from the pound previously, and bitten the person, who had then returned it to the pound. Apparently, this is always a death sentence for a dog, nevermind the fact that this is a 4 month old puppy. Go figure. So MS is saving this dog by taking it to St. Louis.

The plan from there is that triadruid and I will get off work Friday at 5:30, and then drive to St. Louis and meet kittenpants and MS. We would then stay overnight with one of the folk organizing this thing, get up in the morning, spend the day attending and leading workshops, do a big ritual in the evening, and then drive home Saturday night.
( But here's what really happened... )

Book report

I'm reading The Historian at the moment. I am reading it because 1) everyone who read it said it was really good, and 2) it's vampire fiction, and I haven't seen vampire fiction that anybody would categorize as "good" in a really, really long time. And indeed, the author has a very clever turn of phrase, and the concept is reasonably fresh (i.e. nobody has yet fucked a vampire or expressed a desire to do so), so it's not too bad.
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Book report

I'm reading The Historian at the moment. I am reading it because 1) everyone who read it said it was really good, and 2) it's vampire fiction, and I haven't seen vampire fiction that anybody would categorize as "good" in a really, really long time. And indeed, the author has a very clever turn of phrase, and the concept is reasonably fresh (i.e. nobody has yet fucked a vampire or expressed a desire to do so), so it's not too bad.
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YouTube is my hero.

Ahem. I present a rare window into the development of my sense of humor (such as it is): The Humite/Yube clip from Cosgrove-Hall's Count Duckula cartoon.

This was my favorite cartoon when I was a kid, and this is my absolute favorite animated sequence of all time ever. Clicquez!

YouTube is my hero.

Ahem. I present a rare window into the development of my sense of humor (such as it is): The Humite/Yube clip from Cosgrove-Hall's Count Duckula cartoon.

This was my favorite cartoon when I was a kid, and this is my absolute favorite animated sequence of all time ever. Clicquez!