triadruid

"Reply to this post, and I will list three things I love about you. Maybe more than three. Then repost to your own journal and spread the love."

Answers on this from others have been werry interestink...

Not sleeping much these days. Not the dawn patrol wake-ups, just not tired. Slept from about 6-8:30 yesterday morning, and 2am-8am this morning. Not feeling tired, either, just...wired

Apollo's done with me reading Burkert and the like, and has recommended I go back to the original (well, translated) poetic material. So far it's been good, actually; I already mentioned Dances for Flute and Thunder, finished a version of The Orestia (called The House of Atreus) last night in the bath, and working on Horace and Ovid. It's giving me a much better sense of the language and tone I'll be taking on Sunday at the God Auction. Also finally sorted out what my theme music will be; for a god of music, he was stunningly reticient on that subject. That, or I'm tone deaf. ;)

The other big step happening right now in preparations (besides the sewing projects, which are ridiculously complex for a one-day event) is the slow shearing of my goatee. I've been trimming it down for the last week or so, and it finally got to the point where the 'patch' was small enough that it was either going to have to lose the mustache, or the beard section. Today the mustache came off; my boss' first reaction was "it makes you look a LOT younger!".

Exxxcellent. *drums fingers* And my wife hasn't even disowned me yet, for the strong resemblance I bear to one of her nasty exes when I'm shorn...

So as featherynscale alluded to earlier, we're running a D&D campaign on the "Amnesia" model (based on a campaign ursulav was in, partially). They've done Something, and then Something Bad happened, and they've forgotten who they are. Of course their equipment has become separated from them, so they can't figure it out that easily...

It starts Friday, so it's not like you all can really crack the code or anything before our players get to play, but this is all they get for their characters at first. More memories will filter in later, like, say, what class they are.

( Cut for character dossiers, if you're curious )
Actually, we don't hate our players, or their characters. In fact, we've gotten rather inordinately fond of them over the course of creating their world, and history, and damn near everything else. It's probably the easiest sort of campaign for players to jump into, and the most maddening shortly thereafter.

Spreading the love, these were too good to pass up:

By way of ishara: Baby Got Bustle, retro-filk.

By way of the user who wrote that, video proving kiwis can fly, if they just try hard enough. Work safe, unless you're not allowed to cry at the end.

::edit:: And from segurant, way late: Invisibility cloak! (sort of, if you're being scanned with microwaves)

Based on the previous post....

[Poll #613771]Ergh. That should have read "stopsigns", not "stoplights". I agree that as written, that would be my worst act.

So tonight's party (for the celebration of the inestimable featherynscale's original birth) is entitled, "Get Bent", in honor of mucking around with gender roles. The original supposition was that guys would dress as girls, and vice versa. Obviously, in our crowd, there are numerous questions that come up with so simplistic a directive, so some people will just be "playing against type" from what they usually would wear.

Unfortunately, while the reigning thematic idea for me involves a Catholic schoolgirl outfit, I happen to think I make a hideous schoolgirl, especially with the goatee and all. I could shave, but that ups kittenpants ex-boyfriend reminisces to a somewhat unhealthy degree. So I'm still thinking about options, and you've got *hours* with which to help me. Party starts at 8, my time. We'll be going to dinner (at a restaurant which has already proven itself to be indefatigable through our antics), and then to Missy B's, a gay/fetish club (I'm not entirely clear on their clientele, but it mostly seems to involve gay men and/or leather).

( Without further ado, a poll! )

featherynscale posted a hilarious idea for those of us with wacko birth families yesterday, and I'm appropriating it. Especially since my own mother has certain 'issues' with the way I live, and has only called the Highway Patrol out to find me once, when I actually didn't show up the day I said I would from my road trip.

Here's how to play:

1. Presume that I am collecting an address book for my mother, in which she wants to know who my friends are and what they do.
   
2. If you were to be in such an address book, post here and tell me how you would want to be described. I'll respond and tell you how I would have described you.
   
3. Bonus points for making it as awful as possible (in her eyes), within the limitations of the English language, but still be true (in our eyes).
   
4. Example: "lulumai is an eternal college student. She also knows a lot about Jesus' penis."

This is only a thought-experiment. Nobody's contact information will actually be given to the crazy lady.

Come to find out today that one of my co-workers (not in my office, just my department) was caught driving a City vehicle to a strip club at 2 AM, going in, having a few drinks, and then trying to leave, in front of a police car who was trying to figure out if the truck was stolen. They recognized him, apparently, since he runs the City's tow lot for impounded vehicles.

Kinda makes my online forays a little less dramatic, wouldn't you say? I wish I could say this was part of Rabbit-Hole Day (in honor of Lewis Carroll's birthday), but it's actually true.

::edit:: They seem to have taken down the article, but the video is still there on their home page.