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Been too body-and-brain busy lately for Happy Thoughts, and today I spent far too much time in an angry headspace. The practice of this exercise is good for remembering to be grateful, but I was pretty sure I was going to miss a few days here in the midst of Holiday Hell.

And then tonight, B.D.U. gave me/us the early X-mas gift of Ginger Snap, Sweet Louise, and Puss-in-Boots, all in the same number, on the stage, at once, together.

S'okay. Really. :D For a while, anyway...
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Recently (sorry no post yesterday) I am most happy for beautiful women of all sorts who enjoy taking their clothes off, and will take the drinks from any idiots not paying attention to them. Granted, that's the sort of thing that stays with you...

Burlesque Downtown Underground is back at Union Station doing their show this week; remember, it's always 'educational'!

Link is worksafe, as it's a KC Star article about the show; their MySpace is worksafe too, actually, or at least PG.
triadruid: Rat in a skinner box, pressing on the lever. Caption: Do Not Want! (skinner box)
At last, Hell's Half Acre* is entirely fenced in. Many3 thanks to all of the helpers along the way, especially [ profile] zylch and yesterday's Epic Crew, who worked on it from most of Noon-10PM ([ profile] zylch and [ profile] featherynscale and I, plus [ profile] lilia_blackbear, [ profile] druidevo, and [ profile] niveus_tigris who came in late and had a fresh arm for the penultimate nailing jobs). We wrapped up last night with everything but the gate done, and went to [ profile] ruisseau's graduation party, which was Most Excellent. *grin* Drank prodigiously, flirted shamelessly, and stayed up way too late, then woke up and jiggered in the final gate in time for Marley to arrive.

Fractal was highly suspicious of this effort to box him in (including placing himself or his run line right in the way as many times as possible), but once he realized it meant more yard to sniff/hunt/run/pee on, he seems to have forgiven us. Both dogs are now making the rounds of their newly expanded space, both searching for weaknesses in the containment field and, I'm sure, Small Fuzzy Mammals. They're mostly ignoring the people calling to them, which is probably a good sign (mostly we just wanted pictures).

Speaking of pictures, this project has gone on much longer than intended, in part due to the amazing amount of rain we've gotten since starting on May 24th. In fact, here's what the 30-day retrospective on precipitation looks like:
Cut for image )
See that purple spot south of Kansas City? Yeah, that's us.... 11+ inches in the last 20-30 days, almost all of it since the 24th. Frigging Midwestern weather! Now, food and maybe a movie - it's a little hard to wrap your brain around the fact that there's No More To Be Done on this project!

* We haven't figured out the new name for the house yet, but after this project and considering the two new occupants, this name seems appropriate for the yard.
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So last night was the big New Year's Eve party at the Charlesworth Hostile, during which I drank (over the course of ~5 hours) the sum total of:
  • half a beer;
  • a swig of mead;
  • two sips of Champagne;
  • half of a one-liter bottle, more or less, of braggot (mead beer).
...and got violently fucking ill.

Pretty sure that wasn't from the alcohol, folks, but my apologies to J.C. and Jen for being "that guy" at this years' party. On the other hand, if the worst that happened was some guy who took up a bathroom for a time being ill, passed out on a bed, and then hurled some more in the living room under the care of a former EMT before getting driven home, it was probably a pretty good party drama-wise. And it was certainly a good party up until that point... *grin*

Best case scenario, I had a touch of food poisoning from what I had for lunch. Because otherwise something was off in the braggot (which I was passing around), or that stuff is a FUCKTON more alcoholic than it looks, or I came down with something (which I was then also passing around). That last seems unlikely, since I'm perfectly fine now, and was perfectly fine until ~2ish. I totally don't remember several moments in the being-ill-process, which is irritating/worrisome, but I'm very glad I was surrounded by friends. And yet, you hate to be "that guy", and now I feel defensive. *sigh*

Still, the Contract for Souls that Mephistopheles was carrying around was a big hit. I think the sum total of my evening's work was 16 signatures, two 'marks', and a kiss. I'll take it.
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Locals with a bit of free time this weekend could do a LOT worse than to visit the KC Fringe Festival at the River Market this weekend. We ventured out last night (despite a late dinner and accidents on 71 Hwy) for the Naughty Knickers burlesque show, and were FAR from disappointed. Grand fun and glorious routines by eight beautiful and talented women. Favorites were Sweet Louise, Crimson Sugar, and Puss in Boots, but they're all excellent performers. Get there early if you're going; the show is at 412-A Delaware but the room only holds about 40 people, and was full on Thursday night! Make sure to get your festival button and tickets at 500 Delaware first; full schedule for the festival is at
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Feels like Monday, ought to be Sunday, let's make it content-free and be done with it..Where should I store my wallet? )
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Wow... you know how some people have smell as a powerful sense memory trigger?

I just got one for a voice over the phone. That was... awkward, internally at least.
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Well-liked. Well-established. You are The Loverboy. Loverboys thrive in committed, steady relationships--as opposed to, say, Playboys, who want sex without too much attachment.

You've had many relationships and nearly all of them have been successful. You're a nice guy, you know the ropes, and even if you can be a little hasty with decisions, most girls think of you as a total catch. Your hastiness comes off as spontaneity most of the time anyhow, making you especially popular in your circle of friends, too.

You know not to make the typical Loverboy mistake of choosing someone who appreciates your good humor and popularity, but who offers nothing in return. You belong with someone outgoing, independent, and creative. Otherwise, you'll get bored. And then instead of surprising her with flowers or a practical joke, you'll surprise her by leaving.

FACT: You embody the German principle of Konstantzusammenschaft, which is best described in English (without using the obscure English word "sammenschaft") as "eternal togethermanship".

YOUR EXACT OPPOSITE: The Billy Goat (Deliberate Brutal Sex Dreamer)


CONSIDER: The Window Shopper, The Peach

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Good weekend overall. Gaming session on Saturday didn't end in flaming death/rolling new characters like some of us had thought, and yet the way out was in-theme and plausible (at least, insomuch as the Wheel of Time world is plausible). Then Saturday night was the Libras' birthday party, which seemed to be enjoyable to everybody who came, even if it was just for a little while.

Of course, the plans of getting to Faire by Opening Cannon went a little haywire when some of us didn't get to bed until 5am, but we still went and had an overall good time, including picking up 3 of the Chameleon™ universal garments, which are just wildly cool and will probably come in very handy in extending the weekend wardrobes. Also got to see the best Human Chess Match they've put on yet. And probably as karmic payback for the mild hickeys I gave two of the birthday girls (and [ profile] featherynscale) on Saturday, I got a patented Madam Red smooch on the neck for not paying attention during Last Huzzah. Sorry about the sunblock and grit, [ profile] rougewench; I'm ordinarily much tastier. :) The mark didn't come off until after dinner with [ profile] jackjob and [ profile] adammaker, and I could get home and shower properly. That's impressive lipstick!
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Yanked from [ profile] breathofgold and [ profile] zerself:

Who are you?
Are we friends?
If we've met, when and how did we meet?
What social event or place would you like to go to with me?
Would you kiss me?
Describe me in one word.
What was your first impression?
Do you still think that way about me now?
What reminds you of me?
If you could give me anything what would it be?
How well do you know me?
When's the last time you saw me?
Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
Are you going to put this on your blog and see what I say about you?
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
Cut to protect the innocent... are there any of those left? )
triadruid: Apollo and the Raven, c. 480 BC , Pistoxenus Painter  (Default)
Quiz fever...just imagine if we tried to combine all of these into one creature.

Wouldn't look a *thing* like me.

What's my sexual appeal? Three guesses... )

What's my animal totem? Ooooh, a shiny... )

What's my mythological form? You're never gonna guess... )

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