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Last Wednesday, serendipitously, the healthy baby topic was "introducing your baby to solid foods." (it had been requested by several of the other moms, even though it was covered relatively recently, as in about three months ago). Serendipitous because I'd been sort of hoping to ask about just that. In any case, it did help decide me to do just that, though the first stage is hardly solid. Nonetheless, as of last Wednesday, Joseph's been eating a bit of rice cereal once or twice a day. So far, he seems to rather like it, and he certainly gets the idea of a spoon, even if he needs to work on some refinements. (Ie, he still ends up with food all over). I let him try to handle the spoon a bit; really glad it's a soft tipped, as I wouldn't be willing to do that with a metal.

Plus, as a bonus, I'm offering him sips of water from a cup. It will be a while before he gets to hold *that*, I can say. I have no sippy cups for him yet; they're not strictly a necessary thing, as I understand it, though convenient as anything, it seems to me.

He made the most interesting faces when I tried him with egg yolk, though. I was thinking for a second try I should mix it with milk, not water. but first I'd need some means to Get milk that doesn't involve hand expressing, because that hurts. I'm not practiced at it, and I have no desire to be if I can avoid it.

Anyhow. Yay for strange food exploration.
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Sigh.... a friend of mine started calling Joseph "JoJo", and while we were in Spain, I realised it stuck in my head, too. Iulianna, I have a bone to pick with you.

Better than Joey, I guess.
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I started going through the pictures from Spain. May post some soonish, along with a bit of babble about what we did. As much for my own record as for anyone else's curiosity.
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Sigh. I should make a new icon for myself. I haven't been to archery in a while. Ineed to get to dance practice, if only to prove I have no intention of dropping the SCA.
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Apparently, I'm considering revising The Serpent Prince again. Actually, I started.

Here's what happened. In that writing meme I still haven't finished, one of the unfinished questions questions is "the ten worst things about your novel." It's unfinished because I didn't get to ten. But two of the things I did get down are the general fight with doing things in a patriarchal setting, and the difficulties that causes, and an issue specific to Serpent, which is that in the course of the novel, a woman gets Refrigerated*.

I could have lived with one or the other, but the combination was nagging at me. Because of the nature of the patriarchy they're in, I already felt I was stretching the bounds with the number of active female characters I had. And there wasn't a lot of room to make more of them active; Ketan is focused on the events that lead to the big ending. As to the Refrigeration, her death starts the whole climax and collapse, and has effects that carry over into at least the second book. She had to die. It's unfortunately very in character for the one who did it to slaughter innocents, knowing it hurts the people he's punishing worse than killing them would. But I still found it rankled. I don't tend to like Refrigeration in other peoples' stories. There are a few cases where it worked; in all of them, the woman had agency and personality before it happened, and was About more than her death. This female character has some personality, but the constraints of novel length and the main plot don't give her as much on-the-page time as would be needed to really make her shine.

So I started worrying again at ways to make this better. Give her more screen time. Leave her as is but get even more female characters up and active. Again and again I bounced off the fact that there just seemed no more room for a change. Count on the rest of the books in the series, or the rest of the books I write, to make up for it? Didn't seem like enough.

And of course, I'd already turned yet one more character female in the second book. I really couldn't do that again...

Two days after we got back from Spain, and suddenly, I found myself thinking there WAS one character I could feasibly turn female. A major player in the story. Someone whose gender would alter the whole dynamic of the story and happily spit in the face of the whole damned patriarchal setting. Mostly because it would highlight a whole lot of hypocrisy. Theo.

Instantly, I started going through his scenes and revisioning them with a "her", and trying to see if they would fit. Some of the scenes and plot points made even More sense than they had; she or her antagonists had stronger motivations. Some didn't -- until I started debating definitions of legal versus actual gender and how that might work in this particular culture. (In this case, it's More transgressive for her to be a cis female than it would be if she were transgender -- because if she wanted to be male, the Gods would just grant her wish, and the whole gender flip would pretty much end on the first page. And if she was born male, it also wouldn't work as well, for reasons that would involve getting too far into plot and culture for an already overlong ramble.)

And the name was easy. At VP, I had a lot of people who didn't much like Theokoi anyhow; one person said they stalled on the "koi" because they saw Fish, and therefore associated it with Japanese, when most of the stuff around it was obviously Europeanish (French for the Serathi and Cerissan, Scandinavian for the Germainesh). But as soon as I wondered what feminine thing I could use instead, I immediately remembered Jo Walton's Tiffany Problem, and she was renamed Theophanie. And thinking how to shorten it, my brain instantly went "Teo", pronounced, well exactly like Taeyo. (The "th" in French is usually a t with a bit of aspirated sound after it, not a th as it tends to be in English. Most of the 'e's in all the other names are already pronounced as if they had an acute accent over them.)

And yeah, I started right in; saved a new copy of the last draft and started poking away. I really think it could work.

(A friend of mine said that when she has thoughts about changes that big, she just writes another novel. I considered that, and my brain immediately rebelled, because adding another unfinished novel would be far far worse than doing even a major rewrite.)

Of course, I'm already trying to sell the story. So the real question is, do I keep sending samples and queries to agents, or do I stop again so I can finish yet another draft? The draft I have is finished and polished enough that I don't think they have anything to worry about re: newbies trying to sell unfinished works. Without Joseph, I think this might be the work of a month, maybe two. But I *am* slowed down by the baby...

Well, I'll see if it stalls partway through. I do still have the whole and complete novel with the guy Theo to fall back on.

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I can't help think I make a very poor feminist. EVERY time I've changed a character's gender, it's been male to female (In one case, one female character replaced not one but TWO male characters from the prior drafts). Because, Labyrinth aside, I keep shortchanging the women and focusing on the men. :P I suppose it's a kind of consolation that other than this series, most of the men are gay or bi. But really, too many ingrained assumptions.

And yet, obviously these things do matter to me or I wouldn't keep worrying at them.
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* For the few of you who don't know the term, this means: a female character is killed JUST so a male character can have massive Angst and Manpain. She's not killed for anything she is or does, but entirely because of her relationship to the man. It got its name from a comic book wherein a woman is literally killed and stuffed in a refrigerator.
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So the big explosion in the writing blogverse this time is based on these two items:

Yes to Gay YA

and

Agency's Response

(To which Brown and Smith issued a joint statement basically saying they stand by their original words, and emphasizing that this should be about the blanket issue).

I would advise reading both articles before delving into either comment section if you really want to form your own conclusion. I don't know how someone else's more objective analysis of these two perspectives would go, but mine is that one of these two did their best to keep the complaint professional, and one made it very much personal. And that keeping it professional seems to increase that side's cachet, while making it personal reduces the other. But I am not objective. I AM a writer, for one, though not in YA. Moreover, I am a regular correspondent with one of the authors as well as a fan of several of her works, and a regular reader of the other's blog (and have read some of her fiction work, in the form of some manga-esque comics). The agents/agency, while on my list to query, are effectively unknown entities to me.

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On more personal and thus more boring notes:

To go back in time slightly:

The event mostly went well. The lack of husband and several friends was more than made up by some of the people who WERE present, including two pleasant surprises (One was only there to merchant for a day, but we got to chat a fair bit. The other shared my cabin, so we spent more time together). And some newish people I didn't know well and like even better now. Lots of good company, overall. I got to the semi-finals in the archery shoot -- though my first round was in many ways the most interesting, as it really was a case of winning by a handful of seconds; he shot at least as well, and ended with a beauty. But semi-finals! I think that's the best I've done.

The food was EXCELLENT. I got through court without making any major oopses (though I stepped down as Baronial Herald, I ended up asked to do Royal Court at nigh the last minute. The extra running around had the queen say that if all this bustling put me into labour... apparently the last few reigns have been punctuated by queens or ladies-in-waiting who were quite knocked up> Theirs was the first one without). I even got to do a bit of dancing, though i took care not to overdo it (Cristina worried as it was, becuase I start panting so soon these days, but that's more about having less space to expand my lungs and less about how I feel while I'm panting. Actually, it reminded em of the times I fenced in a corset.)

The weather was meh - we had a thunderstorm roll in Friday night (Which made a spectacular backdrop for dark ages court), and it went drizzly and wet part of Saturday. But I kind of preferred that to sweltering, and by Saturday night it was pretty much cloudless, so we got to do both fire pits and fire arrows.

My one disappointment is hard to articulate without spending more words on it than it deserves. The bardic circles went well, and I was very happy with all I heard from pretty much every comer. I was, however, exceedingly disappointed in what I SANG on Sunday night (Saturday went okay but nothing standout). Mostly because that night, I sang three times, and

A) ALL three were someone else's requested song, not songs I would choose to lead if anyone else were available (One Colin usually leads if either of us does, and he's much better at it)
B) two of these weren't songs to which my voice is well suited, which means I WILL be disappointed in my performance to an extra degree, as wil the listeners, no matter how much they want THAT song NOW. (One, people pointed out that even though I'm an alto with an occasional tendency to tenor, I sing too high for most people to join in, and trying to drop it pushed, not the lowest part of my range, but one of those weird transition zones voices have, though they thanked me for trying anyhow).
and C) my voice wasn't at its best, especially in the deeps. Which last I could have lived with, if I'd done my own choosing.

However, the circle included a lot of strong new voices and a lot of strong out-of-towners, so i got to hear a lot of good stuff both nights. Which is a lot more yay.

Since then:

Renos progress. Most of the outside of the house is done. Next for Colin and my FiL is electrical, wall destruction, then insulation, and while they're doing this, HVAC is happening.

Baby progresses. Lots of kicking and moving. Which I usually LIKE to feel, except when it's too big and sudden and I jump or squeak. Hips occasionally bad. Got a therapy ball to sit on some of the time, which is fabulous, though for now, I can only do so for a couple of hours or so, not full time (and I'm always playing music, so I bounce fairly often, which is better than just sitting still - realistically, just sitting on it isn't *much* better than perching on a chair, and my posture's not that improved.)

Work progresses. I'm on for sure to the end of September. More happy. And this week I made the other part time person almost ecstatic by the amount of work I got through. (I do two jobs; one, which has been in extreme high priority mode all summer, which I do exclusively, and one which we share, but which has been low priority for me, and thus piling up on her. I finally had a week where I could take some of the strain off her.)

Writing doesn't progress. The week before the event was focused on sewing (to excellent effect) and the week after I was too tired. After that, I felt a bit disconnected from the story, so I started to run through a quick reread/editing pass. I'm near the end of that (and which gets less reread and more edit the nearer I get to current work, no surprise.) and feeling better about the answers to where and how to break this story from its sequel.

Bike -- had a big argh. I took it in last week because the bearings in the pedal system were badly messed up. Got it back Tuesday, rode it to and from work Wednesday, and this morning I had a flat tire. Which either implies - the guys at Gord's screwed up, or my timing sucks incredibly. If it's a busted seam instead of a hole, I WILL assume they over-inflated the tire. (Because I had a busted seam once before, and I KNOW that time they didn't check how far they inflated, they just made it as hard as they could.) Sigh. Just when I was all happy that she was no longer taking extreme effort just to take to and from work.

Had a good visit with a pair of friends I haven't seen in AGES -- we needed to speak to one for practical home-renovation related reasons (he's an electrician) and he brought the other friend along for a chance to hang out. REALLY happy; I hadn't realised I missed her until i saw her. We ended up feeding them both supper - made mildly embarrassing by the fact that this particular brand of farmer's sausage has a layer of plastic inside the plastic wrap that looks just like the natural skin, at least until it's cooked. (The sausage turned out tasting fine anyhow, but it's kind of ugly to have to remove plastic. Honestly. I think between my MiL and us, we've bought three or four brands and kinds of Farmer's sausage the last few months, and never had this problem before.)

Anyhow, on that dull note, I should sleep.
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So.

My back has been nigh screaming all day. I've been tired like a tired thing. I was this tired yesterday and it resulted in a nap from about 2:00 till 5:00.

And my head hurts, which it didn't yesterday.

I wimped out of work early by about three hours - which I got away with because until yesterday, that was the plan ANYWAY. (I work 2 1/2 days a week. Another woman works the other 2 1/2 days a week on the same computer, and this week, she needed to get some extra time in due to doing payroll. We found me a plausible non-computer thing to do if I had half the morale or energy or desire for pay I usually do. I don't.)

Got hand-washing done for event. Put stuff in washing machine (And dryer) for same (And so I have something to wear for work et al when I come back on Monday, really.) Brought some stuff up from basement for packing. Piled up garb & toiletries that are ready to go. Found feast gear and Herald gear. Charging up the electronics I may or may not even need, but want with me.

Still to do:

Put garb & such in bags. Probably will wait for the dryer to be done. Some of it, in fact, must and will wait for the morning, though my ride is planning to leave noonish. (Colin is not going, due to prioritizing house renos over medieval stuff. I expect real life will do that to us both a lot more in the not-too distant future. Which is part of why I do want to go. Though the lack of about 4 people I'd really want to spend time with, one my husband, who would usually go, is not encouraging.)

Finish sewing project I've been working on in lieu of writing or housework this week. (Last step: Grommets! AKA, yay for my headache. Hammering is just what I need.) POSSIBLY, but probably not, also attempt to finish the cotehardie thing I also have almost finished, but have for months (Probably over a year). Which also involves grommets if I do. (I was hoping for loops and buttons, though, and since I don't have the material for making loops, that's kind of a non-starter for this event.)

Get to the archery range and get my bow and arrows. (Generally, events go better with these things in hand.)

Attempt to memorize the melody of "The Goodman" for Bardic.

Possibly help Colin clean the basement. (This is part of house renovations; it ALSO needs to wait for the dryer to be done, as one of the things to move will be the washer and dryer. But so are a lot of my pottery supplies.)

What I really want to do: Curl up with a cat & a book or movie (or the new Doctor Who episodes I have not seen yet) and a nice cup of tea.

Hmm. At least I can have the tea.

Anyhow, See you after this weekend. I expect to: have fun, not overdo it, miss Colin, miss the cats, shoot badly, sing mediocrely. (Not bringing along the mandolins, I'm not remotely in practice enough.)
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Two job interviews so far this week - the first went quite well, the second didn't seem to be as good, to me.

I haven't, however, managed to get new resumes out this week. Someone needs to kick me in the arse. (I was looking at postings today, and some are flagged to go for tomorrow, because I do feel weird e-mailing past 10:00.)

Went to archery Monday and shot noticeably worse than I had Saturday. Tried to go on Tuesday after that interview, and the third time horrible pain shot up my stringside forearm, stopped and packed it in. The first was early on, and seemed isolated - I had a twinge or two between, but hard tot ell if that was the nerves settling down again or warning. The second and third were one shot right after the other, and I stopped immediately. (Though I couldn't exactly shoot well while clutching my forearm the way I was.)

Alas, one thing I did notice was that the twinges and the shooting pain happened when i was using better technique. So, lest I accidentally start committing aversion therapy on myself, I'm not going to shoot again until Saturday, though I will see if I can't do some strength building exercises meantime. And if one happens Saturday, call it until Monday.

Went to dance practice; alas, there ended up being only three of us for most of the evening, and a fourth showed up late enough that we shrugged and kept talking, even though four is usually the point at which we can be productive. OTOH, we made plans for making goodies on Pi Day (Monday) to use to supply as a dessert revel for next dance practice, and lure out dancers, non-dancers and anyone who likes pie.

So far, I got a fair bit of writing on a necessary plot summary done, but not much actual text. This two-pronged thing with Labyrinth is kind of strange; I wrote Heather's stretch to date as one steady sequence. Not that it lacked scene breaks, but one writes slightly differently if one knows there's a pause and cut to another locale coming up. Certainly, Laurel(formerly Holly)'s side is being written with me fully aware there are time gaps. But mostly the issue is that I know what the end result of the next big scene is, but not how to get there.

Tomorrow, I need to lock myself in the library or something. After I've put out some more resumes and done all the tax/financial stuff on my to-do list.
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We moved the washer and dryer a friend gave up into the basement. The washer is just fine; the dryer is slow, but works, so hurrah. The main issue with this, though, is that a number of boxes and random junk have been moved around to make even more of a mess of our main floor. A lot of these boxes are Colin's memorabilia from the dining room cupboards, so I don't know what's special and what isn't, what goes together, etc. It's a mess, I'm not sure I can clean it alone, or even make a proper start. And what it really really does is make me REALLY disinclined to even consider trying to decorate.

Christmas overall is just too damn soon. I feel like there's NO TIME. it all scurried by.
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Either the CD burner, the software, or the blank CDs are completely screwed up. Because the individual files play just fine if I leave them on my computer. Or move them to the MP3 player. But that's ALL FOUR discs I attempted to burn today producing crackles, errors, and random pauses. Two of them were intended to replace prior CDs that used to work but stopped doing so - something that's happened to me more often even than that (and not all with the same CD player, which is why I;m not blaming that. Many of the older ones seemed to have picked up scratches from the folder they're kept in, and many others work fine, so I was inclined to blame the storage method.

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My brother is struggling right now with his whole life plan. Which... I want to help. But there's a lot of aspects where nothing I can say is useful. And the last conversation rambled off anyhow.

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I'm reading and rereading Diana Wynne Jones right now. Because that's what one does at certain times*, and I found a short fiction collection of hers at the library I've had no luck finding before (including at the library).

Still not looking forward at all to the idea that the reading part of that may be gone all too soon, and rereading the only part left.

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It's been clear for a while that Colin and I were burning out a bit on the SCA. There are two ways you can go when you're doing that; focus only on going to those things that really interest you (Ie, archery and/or dance) and risk the end so often seen for this path: going to less and less until inertia pretty much stops any and all involvement in the hobby - or try and look consciously for the thing that made you start, rekindle the flame, or return to some subsets of the hobby that were tried before, or teaching new people, or volunteering again. I seem to be doing more of the latter than the former. Colin is the opposite. I think this could end up a source of tension.

In related news, though, my St. George scroll is turning out as good as it ought. Yay!

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I seem to have decided on a possible solution to the desire for Thursdays in which to do archery or other non-choir things. Which is to go to every second Thursday practice (since there's also a practice Sunday before service, and we do prep most songs ahead, and I know some of the repertoire by heart). And use the alternate Thursdays for arching and other such. We'll see how it works.

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Writing is Hard. In other news, Water is Wet.




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*Except when one does it with Pratchett. To which... well, the same damn second paragraph applies.
lenora_rose: At Tara in this fateful hour, I call on all heaven with its power... (At this Fateful Hour)
I have only one thing to say about the Elizabeth Moon Debacle, at least only one thing that hasn't been said better by wiser heads, by those vastly more eloquent, or those more directly affected.

And that is: I really want to go to Wiscon one day. Soon even. Maybe even this upcoming one, as Nisi Shawl is the GOH.

(If you must read only one of the things I linked above, including Moon herself, read Shweta's post linked to on the word "vastly".)

ETA: I removed the link to N.K. Jemison because she's changed her mind on her stance, and reading the comments that led her to do so, I think that might be the right choice; but I don't expect anyone else to read throught he comments to see the debate and why. Instead, I've replaced it with Nisi Shawl's comment, which still definitely fits as "Wiser heads".
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My brain has been focused on work lately, for obvious reasons.

1) I'm looking for work. I've had two interviews so far, and a few other resumes out. (The last interview felt like it went less well than the last two*. She said anytime, I said eleven-ish, and got there ten past. I don't know if this counts as late in her books or not. It was short, too. But because I felt it went badly, I'm half feeling that means this will be the one with the job offer.)

2) I found out that not everyone at the temp agency knew I was looking and available for a couple of weeks (I'd told my usual contact, but the actual coordinator for the whole shebang alternates week to week). Since then, I've been asked back, or asked to work, three times. Ergo, I worked yesterday, and will tomorrow and all of next week, at a place I've worked before, and like well enough (But for the faint smell of hot plastic that pervades. Guess what they make?) Yay for getting money in! Except for the whole up at 5:45 or 6:00 thing.

I've also been doing a couple of stints of standing behind a table, smiling, and promoting the Barony, which is fun but tiring, in a definitely qualifies as work kind of way, and wears out my introvert nature. Still, we got a ton of signatures; all we have to do is have the ones that sounded most enthused show up when we have cool things to show off.

(I CANNOT believe I failed to mention the Barony of Castel Rouge in my list of organizations I've volunteered for. Honestly. I've only been a member since 1995...)

So. Writing: Mostly, actually, I've been working in a dedicated way on query letters and plot synopses for the Serpent Prince and Bird of Dusk. I've been hauling the Dana about, and tossing extra words on three different frivolous projects; the PWP that grew a plot, the Labyrinth story (probably the most serious of the three, but I'm stuck on what happens next) and one of the apocalyptic stories.

Exercise - the high cardio side, specifically - has been the one of my vague ambitions most easily set aside. Stretching and walking are easy, as are some basic arm and leg workouts. But for cardio, when abacchus was in the house, this was awkward, because my main way of doing so was by putting on one of the cds I specifically recorded to dance to, and doing just that. Now he's gone... but I've been working.

We really need to get the Wii Fit stuff set up again. I guess I could do Sports, or Sports Resort.

Oh, yes. Abacchus was planning on moving out once he had a job. When the school division seemed to be slow on calling him back, he talked to his parents, and was thinking about moving into their place at month's end. Now, it turns out they're heading on a cruise, and it suits them very well to have him go home a few days early, so he can house-sit. he's still got stuff here, we're not kicking him out. Actually, I'd kind of like to see him; we've talked mostly in fragments, in passing in the hallway, as his hours are... unpredictable.

I'm planning on bringing my three different half-finished illumination projects to the Barony on Sunday, and getting on with that one of my resolutions.

Mom, do you want to go driving Saturday?

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*Yes, that math doesn't work. I had an interview via the temp agency that didn't work out, as well as the two from my own efforts.
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The event this weekend went well; being our 40th anniversary, a great many people made an effort to show up who haven't in a while, or have never been this far north (their Majesties for one - eeep.)

Rather than leave it in the middle of the ramble, I'll put our best news up front:

Oh, lord, we have a quadruple peer.

Duke Tarrach Alfson is now a Pelican, too. And it truly, genuinely, and totally could not have happened to a nicer guy.

(Also, Gabriel de Lion and Azalais got engaged!)

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Friday was its usual self; getting in, setting up, catching up, greeting old friends, and War Court, our short Dark Ages court for the Huscarls and the people who got to events-other-than-our-own to do one of the martial activities through the war season. We were given little pewter towers.

Personal thing: I've been rather wishing that the Huscarls spend a moment in this court to turn around, remove their helms and introduce themselves to the populace. Because three of the central Huscarls spend most of the event in the kitchen, making us our wonderful feasts and bacony breakfasts - and thus end up talking mostly to their old familiar friends. Which has the notable disadvantage that we have members who've been around a few YEARS who've pretty much NEVER met them in anything but passing (even the kitchen clean-up area is different enough from the rest of the kitchen that . And in the dark, in full Norse regalia, people really can't tell who they are, so even the ones we know well and love dearly (HEs Robin and Hreodbeorht even newbies have likely met, and it wasn't that long ago that HE Thrym came back for a while, and his name is still passed on in many a story) are turned into strangers. It works for the impression of the Elite Guard, but not so well for the feeling of connection. These guys feed us and toil for us all weekend; it would be great for even newer members to be able to look at the Huscarls entering the War Court and making their solemn oaths and to recognize them as Part of Us.

And some of them are very worth getting to know. I remember that from when they came out to all the other things.

We also had a class on what's involved with wine-tasting and mead-tasting and appreciation. With, yes, chances to try out the samples. Much fun.

The night seemed to end a bit early, even with that. I'm surprised, with the number of younger members, to be reminded that the group as a whole is aging.

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Saturday began leisurely with the aforementioned bacon (and French toast and other breakfasties), then set-up of the archery range, and long slow shooting. We ended up with so much general practice we only did 2 royal rounds, nothing more -- everyone knew the Water Duel was waiting for Sunday, when the heavy fighters weren't doing their thing. I did okay - 45 - on my better round. (The other one was an embarrassment which ended with a freakishly good speed round - which earned me literally 2/3 of my total points on its own.)

Then it was running around trying to figure out where I was supposed to be going to find their Excellencies to set up for court. I ended up at the chapel we chose to use for court, and almost at the royal cabins before I was pointed the right way. At least I was only needed to stand there and look pretty (Archer Captain), unlike Colin, who was Herald, and had needed to be off doing his set-up well before.

Sometime before the event, their Majesties had decided their court would be Sunday noon, and so, "aside from one piece of business", our evening court was all local work; making Hadassah, a much-loved member who moved back to Ontario, a Forester (A local award for people who don't live with us but are considered part of the group. Inducting a new member into our order of the Snowflake, for people who've done good service. etc.

The whole court was actually run by the Prince and Princess (Hrodir and Anne - incidentally, both also Foresters for our group), since the King and Queen arrived less than an hour before.

Which meant that when their Majesties arrived, they swept in just after Hadassah's award, and took over on the spot. Which involved shocking the hell out of Duke Tarrach Alfson. Mistress Ia said that she felt he needed to be required to attend ALL the peerage meetings. (I first thought they were accusing him of slacking off on attendance, and only about the time it was occurring to Tarrach what was going on did I start thinking, "No, wait. HG FINA has the Pelican. He doesn't...")

We also got back the Baronial court long enough to make Tarrach and Fina foresters, of which the only surprise to me was that they weren't already.

(A fun bit of trivia; Colin, at the start, forgot to officially open the court until Hrodir told him to. When their Majesties came in, their herald Moraig, not knowing, forgot to open court until their majesties chided her. And on Sunday. Colin forgot to open court...)

And Tarrach was put on a very odd vigil.

See, after feast, Tarrach has been one of the main people to stand up, and challenge the other lord in the vicinity to go to the kitchen and help with clean-up. (The Lords specifically because the tradition involves stripping off tunics and doublets; we Ladies go just as enthusiastically when it's our cabin's assigned job - and it was for me - we just don't strip. Er. usually. There was that one time I walked in the kitchen and was shocked dead still to discover Branwen had removed her Tudor gown and was working! In! Public! in her chemise and her corset alone. (GASP) The little detail that she was more decently covered than I'd seen her outside SCA many a time in the summer...)

Because of this, though, they had set up two chairs in the corner of the washing room. His Grace was to strip off his shirt... and sit there on vigil while we worked around him. (He did, in fact, insist on drying some dishes. He stopped when the Prince came in to berate him. Also, I managed to keep him from getting a fresh drying towel.) When we were done, his vigil moved to the fireside, then to watch the fire arrows. I hung around various places, including fireside, to chat with various people.

They'd made one change to the fire arrows this year, thanks to Lord Bearaich; enough to make me feel it worth my while at least to watch the first few. Bearaich had figured out how to make "whistlers" for the arrows out of ping pong balls. So not only were there the sparklers to make beautiful arcs of light in the midnight sky, there were also sounds. Coolness.

Then we burned a tower down (as is traditional), and chatted, and called it a night.

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Sunday's focus was on court and on the Water duel, as far as I was concerned.

Court went very nicely. I was surprised to get an award - a Crwth, for continuously singing around the campfire when there's a chance. (I have a Balefire, but mostly for pottery). Many people got many awards. A couple from Fargo were surprised by a sneak Court Baroncy.

And Tarrach got his Pelican.

Little story about that...

After Brunch in the AM, Tarrach and Mistress Ia, his sponsor, went and and distributed slips of paper to the populace with what are called admonishments - things the person being elevated into the peerage should do and be. Things like, "A peer should be generous to others and not boastful of his own accomplishments."

One of the locals given such a slip remarked that they looked kind of like fortune cookie sayings.

Which meant that he HAD to mention to HG Tarrach that some of these read REALLY well when you append "in Bed"...

Tarrach almost lost it during his own elevation.

Anyhow; the water duel went well. I won my first round - against a rather decent archer, Ingvar, who pointed out that he always went yup against either me or Cristina in his first or second round, and always got taken out by one of us. (Hee). I lost in my second round to a beautiful one-shot by an overall less experienced archer. I'd told her that it didn't matter that she thought I was better. She just had to get one in the right place at the right time. Evidently, she listened.

I wandered off then and did some knife-throwing for fun, got back in time to see the finals, which was Tarrach's younger son, Gregor, against Magnus. Magnus won.

I did four challenge rounds after; lost one for shooting like crap, one in a somewhat closer battle, and won two. Including against Colin. (Technically, I one-shotted him, since I took the bottom out of the target right on the first shot. But I kept going, and put another one through later. And had one skin off a corner, and probably would have hit with the last one if his target hadn't dropped. To be fair, he did hit it too, just not well enough to drain and balance out.)

We ran in after that, late for supper, and when that was done and the fire was lit outside, we sang bardic songs (though it took a surprising effort to lure members of the group hanging out on the balcony to the fire; they were singing occasionally, but there was a younger member at the fire begging for music. We paused long enough for lady Cristina to fulfill a longtime dream:

In Lord Gabriel's very first event, his mother made him garb. Of horribly synthetic fabric with silver spray paint, in the shape of a giant hoodie. (He said when she asked him if he wanted a hood, he said yes, thinking she meant a period-style detached hood).

Cristina had, last Winter, acquired this dubious piece of garb. (Okay, some of the worst I've ever seen). And at the event, she built an effigy, and burned it on the fire with great ceremony as a warning to all other bad garb.

Then we sang to late, and slept until it was time to get up and pack.

And now I should sleep again.
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Last weekend I went to an event. Then I wrote a long journal entry. Then our internet died.

So here's what i wrote, edited a fair bit:

Weather was unpromising; the site was saturated from the excess rain (including the floors of the indoor locations), and the whole camp layout had to be rearranged to use the high ground only at the last minute. Friday night, we ended up barbequeing under what should have been a perfectly useful shade fly, but the wind was high and the drizzle light, sot here was literally no place we could put the barbie, our ourselves, that didn't involve drizzle. Saturday morning was horribly windy but not much drizzle, so we did archery after all; the afternoon remained the same almost to court, at which point we started seeing real breaks in the cloud, and by feast we weren't worried about being rained on; after dark, we were watching stars.

Colin had what seemed to be a minor cold. Then we slept Saturday night on an air mattress with a distinct leak, and he was worse. he went home around noon with another friend feeling pretty bad. Turns out he came out with a fever that night; I grant that I had fun without him, but I missed him. But I'm also glad he was in our house taking care of himself.

I do quite like the site! Truth be told, I thought the rearrangement, putting everything much closer together than it would otherwise be, actually made for a very good set-up for the number of people present. In future years, as it attracts a larger number (Which it likely will, being close to Avacal, allowing for visitors from Sigelhundas (Regina) at minimum, and close to the Shire of Midewinde (Minot, ND), with whom we have good relations), it's good to have the original plans for the set-up in mind, but this year, we didn't need to have to walk most of the length of the fairground for the archery. (It was literally at our back door.)

Except for the one major issue besides the weather, and not totally under the Event Steward's control; Saturday morning, the washrooms wouldn't work; the septic tanks were full. This did get fixed within a couple of hours.... but that they were full again a handful of hours later. We weren't overusing the site that much; the septic tank appeared to be cracked and taking in groundwater. And it was by low ground. The next nearest washrooms we could use were in an RV park, about ten minutes' walk from site (Half that if you were willing to use the cut-through beside the RCMP building, which was more boggy ground this time), and, once they had wind of our problem, the inn/bar, also about ten minutes' walk. (There was also a public washroom building further in town, to which I was driven once.) And of course, many availed themselves of bushes depending on garb, gender, and need.

I was actually shooting pretty decently in spite of the targets being at longer ranges than our indoor range can handle. I missed winning by *one* point, which made me feel pretty good (I had one bad round, so it was a fair cop, though I also had the best individual round of the day. To which: Squee!) To a literal newcomer to the sport, which was slightly deflating.

I bought myself three new pretties (Two ceramic necklaces from different dealers, and a pashmina scarf in my wardrobe's most ubiquitous shade of turquoise). Also hot apple cider from a booth manned by two girls of ~ 9-11 years, but that didn't make it more than ten minutes while the pretties came home with me. I also got to watch a bead-maker do two different styles of lampwork beads - the pendant I bought from her was porcelain and glass, which she couldn't demo on site, but which I have a pretty fair grasp how she did it anyhow.

I then decided that, having not tried it before, I'd try the thrown weapons tourney. I was at first afraid I'd be the one newbie among people who'd at least tried it before (Thrown weapons is usually a very small side activity with about 4 regular contestants - I was betting on 1-2 more from the visitors from Avacal.)

We had a line of over 15, most of whom were new to the activity (Some of them were brand new, first-event people for the SCA, even cooler). I liked the throwing knives. A lot. I was okay with the axes, and I'd certainly try them again, but really didn't like the spear, and not just because I managed to clock myself in the head with one of my practice throws.

Lots of fun.

However, Colin being away, I was then drafted as the Herald for Court. The awards were of course excellent to call, but the mood was ... well, frankly, borderline seditious, including the Prince.

The Big upcoming event in Wisconsin, Warriors and Warlords, or Dub-Dub, is usually set up as a competition of King & Queen versus their Heirs; Hrodir's 'sedition', was set-up for that event, inspired by a number of events in other courts or on Northshield's hall, including a recent time when the King deliberately "shamed" our Baron in front of the court - a schtick that may or may not have gone a bit overboard, tales differ - as our excuse to be on his side.

Then feast, which was very very tasty, as feasts around here are wont to be (Though the Brandon group hasn't had a lot of chance to demonstrate until now, they carried on the tradition with aplomb.)

The Prince had each table try and do something to entertain on the spot, in an informal competition; our table was taken out the first round, and deservedly, for choosing to do the Hokey Pokey (the choice of one of the girls who'd been running the hot drinks booth all day - I was happy enough to go with it. It didn't demand I sing in any real way; projecting my voice in court pretty much brought back the worst of the cough.) There were very few serious entries.

I was supposed to be running a bardic competition that night, but first the competition got cancelled due to lack of participants (While the weather was now promising, it had been miserable for enough of the day that we lost a LOT of people who opted to feast then drive home, both to Avacal and to Winnipeg) then we cancelled the second fire pit, as the one in front of the Baron's tent was pretty much becoming the place to be.

I sang along between coughs, but the one time the Prince really pinpointed me to do a song, enough other things happened that I didn't actually have to try. (It's rare when I say 'phew' to not getting to sing, in spite of the fact that i'm quite often nervous as hell at doing so.)

And they got Abacchus drunk! Fortunately, while he was a great deal of fun drunk, he didn't go so far as to forget himself, and he did down lots of water before he slept. But it's his first time. And he's my age, not a young'un. (Granted, the most I've been is giggly. But at least I've been that, and I actually have no interest in hitting "I can't walk", which is how far they got him before he started to sober himself.)


The main fun on Sunday, besides cursing that this would be the warm and sunny day, was driving home. To be clear; Cristina is an experienced driver, but she's also a country girl. With this being the second time in her life she'd handled a standard, while she managed to get us onto and most of the way down the highway, she had no confidence with doing so in a city. So me, the one with the learner's permit, got to do the last stretch, especially in the city.

Clearly, we got home alive, since it's been a week now since that happened. No problems, either.

I have to say that a highway that drops from 100 klicks to 70 with widely scattered lights for at least ten minutes before it drops to city speeds (60/50) is a LOT more comfortable than one that drops from 100 to city on the spot, as the highway up from North Dakota does. It's not nearly so much the speed, as it happens, but that the cars don't go from wide-spaced to cramped in one fell swoop.

So. That was last weekend. This week was quieter. Colin got better slowly. I did archery and dance practice. I've been mostly not writing, except for edits and an attempt to get the synopsis for Bird of Dusk down to a reasonable length (It's currently 11 pages double spaced. And that's after I cut. It will take at least two more cuts, or a major brainstorm about doing it a totally different way, to get it to seven or less. Ideally, I'd like five.)

Also, we cleaned house and started to get more furniture into place and more of the little jobs remaining on the renovation done. It begins to look like a real living room/dining room again.

That's all.
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Last weekend I went to an event. Then I wrote a long journal entry. Then our internet died.

So here's what i wrote, edited a fair bit:

Weather was unpromising; the site was saturated from the excess rain (including the floors of the indoor locations), and the whole camp layout had to be rearranged to use the high ground only at the last minute. Friday night, we ended up barbequeing under what should have been a perfectly useful shade fly, but the wind was high and the drizzle light, sot here was literally no place we could put the barbie, our ourselves, that didn't involve drizzle. Saturday morning was horribly windy but not much drizzle, so we did archery after all; the afternoon remained the same almost to court, at which point we started seeing real breaks in the cloud, and by feast we weren't worried about being rained on; after dark, we were watching stars.

Colin had what seemed to be a minor cold. Then we slept Saturday night on an air mattress with a distinct leak, and he was worse. he went home around noon with another friend feeling pretty bad. Turns out he came out with a fever that night; I grant that I had fun without him, but I missed him. But I'm also glad he was in our house taking care of himself.

I do quite like the site! Truth be told, I thought the rearrangement, putting everything much closer together than it would otherwise be, actually made for a very good set-up for the number of people present. In future years, as it attracts a larger number (Which it likely will, being close to Avacal, allowing for visitors from Sigelhundas (Regina) at minimum, and close to the Shire of Midewinde (Minot, ND), with whom we have good relations), it's good to have the original plans for the set-up in mind, but this year, we didn't need to have to walk most of the length of the fairground for the archery. (It was literally at our back door.)

Except for the one major issue besides the weather, and not totally under the Event Steward's control; Saturday morning, the washrooms wouldn't work; the septic tanks were full. This did get fixed within a couple of hours.... but that they were full again a handful of hours later. We weren't overusing the site that much; the septic tank appeared to be cracked and taking in groundwater. And it was by low ground. The next nearest washrooms we could use were in an RV park, about ten minutes' walk from site (Half that if you were willing to use the cut-through beside the RCMP building, which was more boggy ground this time), and, once they had wind of our problem, the inn/bar, also about ten minutes' walk. (There was also a public washroom building further in town, to which I was driven once.) And of course, many availed themselves of bushes depending on garb, gender, and need.

I was actually shooting pretty decently in spite of the targets being at longer ranges than our indoor range can handle. I missed winning by *one* point, which made me feel pretty good (I had one bad round, so it was a fair cop, though I also had the best individual round of the day. To which: Squee!) To a literal newcomer to the sport, which was slightly deflating.

I bought myself three new pretties (Two ceramic necklaces from different dealers, and a pashmina scarf in my wardrobe's most ubiquitous shade of turquoise). Also hot apple cider from a booth manned by two girls of ~ 9-11 years, but that didn't make it more than ten minutes while the pretties came home with me. I also got to watch a bead-maker do two different styles of lampwork beads - the pendant I bought from her was porcelain and glass, which she couldn't demo on site, but which I have a pretty fair grasp how she did it anyhow.

I then decided that, having not tried it before, I'd try the thrown weapons tourney. I was at first afraid I'd be the one newbie among people who'd at least tried it before (Thrown weapons is usually a very small side activity with about 4 regular contestants - I was betting on 1-2 more from the visitors from Avacal.)

We had a line of over 15, most of whom were new to the activity (Some of them were brand new, first-event people for the SCA, even cooler). I liked the throwing knives. A lot. I was okay with the axes, and I'd certainly try them again, but really didn't like the spear, and not just because I managed to clock myself in the head with one of my practice throws.

Lots of fun.

However, Colin being away, I was then drafted as the Herald for Court. The awards were of course excellent to call, but the mood was ... well, frankly, borderline seditious, including the Prince.

The Big upcoming event in Wisconsin, Warriors and Warlords, or Dub-Dub, is usually set up as a competition of King & Queen versus their Heirs; Hrodir's 'sedition', was set-up for that event, inspired by a number of events in other courts or on Northshield's hall, including a recent time when the King deliberately "shamed" our Baron in front of the court - a schtick that may or may not have gone a bit overboard, tales differ - as our excuse to be on his side.

Then feast, which was very very tasty, as feasts around here are wont to be (Though the Brandon group hasn't had a lot of chance to demonstrate until now, they carried on the tradition with aplomb.)

The Prince had each table try and do something to entertain on the spot, in an informal competition; our table was taken out the first round, and deservedly, for choosing to do the Hokey Pokey (the choice of one of the girls who'd been running the hot drinks booth all day - I was happy enough to go with it. It didn't demand I sing in any real way; projecting my voice in court pretty much brought back the worst of the cough.) There were very few serious entries.

I was supposed to be running a bardic competition that night, but first the competition got cancelled due to lack of participants (While the weather was now promising, it had been miserable for enough of the day that we lost a LOT of people who opted to feast then drive home, both to Avacal and to Winnipeg) then we cancelled the second fire pit, as the one in front of the Baron's tent was pretty much becoming the place to be.

I sang along between coughs, but the one time the Prince really pinpointed me to do a song, enough other things happened that I didn't actually have to try. (It's rare when I say 'phew' to not getting to sing, in spite of the fact that i'm quite often nervous as hell at doing so.)

And they got Abacchus drunk! Fortunately, while he was a great deal of fun drunk, he didn't go so far as to forget himself, and he did down lots of water before he slept. But it's his first time. And he's my age, not a young'un. (Granted, the most I've been is giggly. But at least I've been that, and I actually have no interest in hitting "I can't walk", which is how far they got him before he started to sober himself.)


The main fun on Sunday, besides cursing that this would be the warm and sunny day, was driving home. To be clear; Cristina is an experienced driver, but she's also a country girl. With this being the second time in her life she'd handled a standard, while she managed to get us onto and most of the way down the highway, she had no confidence with doing so in a city. So me, the one with the learner's permit, got to do the last stretch, especially in the city.

Clearly, we got home alive, since it's been a week now since that happened. No problems, either.

I have to say that a highway that drops from 100 klicks to 70 with widely scattered lights for at least ten minutes before it drops to city speeds (60/50) is a LOT more comfortable than one that drops from 100 to city on the spot, as the highway up from North Dakota does. It's not nearly so much the speed, as it happens, but that the cars don't go from wide-spaced to cramped in one fell swoop.

So. That was last weekend. This week was quieter. Colin got better slowly. I did archery and dance practice. I've been mostly not writing, except for edits and an attempt to get the synopsis for Bird of Dusk down to a reasonable length (It's currently 11 pages double spaced. And that's after I cut. It will take at least two more cuts, or a major brainstorm about doing it a totally different way, to get it to seven or less. Ideally, I'd like five.)

Also, we cleaned house and started to get more furniture into place and more of the little jobs remaining on the renovation done. It begins to look like a real living room/dining room again.

That's all.
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I'm alive.

New job is busy.

Twelfth Night went fantastically well, but for some minor bumps (Part of feast got delayed due to the mini-siege-weapon competition running long. Things like that.) The site tokens I made got much good comment; Colin took pictures, and I may post. In the archery competition, I accidentally shot our Baron in the head. (Well, the version of him printed on the target). Then I got made archery captain. I should really give that the telling it deserves. Another time, maybe?

There aren't enough hours in the day. Even with getting to write at least a few minutes each lunch hour. Those few minutes have been adding up, though. But I'm *not* at dance practice right now, and I dislike feeling too tired and having to pick and choose between activities.

Yup. I know these symptoms. I'm working full time.

Oh, wah. I get to make money!

Some of which I spent this week. The damage:

Bruce Springsteen - Magic
Criminal Minds Season 1
Eve's Bayou
The Prestige (The movie not the book)
Laurie R. King - The Art of Detection

After which, I reminded myself I only have this job to June, and thus should be saving money up, not using it, and so paid off my credit card for the month (And am considering, not cutting it up, but putting it away with my passport for use only when travelling, or aiding and abetting a friend of mine if she should wish to make more online purchases.) And am trying to convince myself to Not Buy Stuff. After all, I'm in the library at least part of the week.
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Minister Faust - From the Notebooks of Dr. Brain

I was slow in picking this up in spite of quite liking the Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad. The premise - psychiatrist to superheroes writes a self-help book - just didn't interest me. And it took a while to hook me, because, as humourous as are the truly dreadful similes Dr. Eva Brain-Silverman uses throughout, the first impression of the superheroes she's studying is pretty much that they're all impossible to like. I mostly persisted because I was actually intrigued by the scene he read at World Fantasy (The first solo talk with Iron Lass/Hnossi Icegaard).

Of course, Dr. Brain is a textbook case herself - of unreliable narrator. And like Coyote Kings..., The funny bits, which do show up, are the shiny cool things to drag one into what is, in the end, a truly dark story; of willful blindness aiding and abetting willful destruction, or people buying into their own stories (especially Dr. Brain. Or maybe not. I kept wondering, afterward, if she wrote what she wrote as the only way to get the truth out. Or if she really WAS just as unaware of what she had written as she seemed). Of whether the good guys win, or the winners write history, or there are no good guys, just people with all their fuck-ups pushed forward.
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I'm alive.

New job is busy.

Twelfth Night went fantastically well, but for some minor bumps (Part of feast got delayed due to the mini-siege-weapon competition running long. Things like that.) The site tokens I made got much good comment; Colin took pictures, and I may post. In the archery competition, I accidentally shot our Baron in the head. (Well, the version of him printed on the target). Then I got made archery captain. I should really give that the telling it deserves. Another time, maybe?

There aren't enough hours in the day. Even with getting to write at least a few minutes each lunch hour. Those few minutes have been adding up, though. But I'm *not* at dance practice right now, and I dislike feeling too tired and having to pick and choose between activities.

Yup. I know these symptoms. I'm working full time.

Oh, wah. I get to make money!

Some of which I spent this week. The damage:

Bruce Springsteen - Magic
Criminal Minds Season 1
Eve's Bayou
The Prestige (The movie not the book)
Laurie R. King - The Art of Detection

After which, I reminded myself I only have this job to June, and thus should be saving money up, not using it, and so paid off my credit card for the month (And am considering, not cutting it up, but putting it away with my passport for use only when travelling, or aiding and abetting a friend of mine if she should wish to make more online purchases.) And am trying to convince myself to Not Buy Stuff. After all, I'm in the library at least part of the week.
_____________________

Minister Faust - From the Notebooks of Dr. Brain

I was slow in picking this up in spite of quite liking the Coyote Kings of the Space-Age Bachelor Pad. The premise - psychiatrist to superheroes writes a self-help book - just didn't interest me. And it took a while to hook me, because, as humourous as are the truly dreadful similes Dr. Eva Brain-Silverman uses throughout, the first impression of the superheroes she's studying is pretty much that they're all impossible to like. I mostly persisted because I was actually intrigued by the scene he read at World Fantasy (The first solo talk with Iron Lass/Hnossi Icegaard).

Of course, Dr. Brain is a textbook case herself - of unreliable narrator. And like Coyote Kings..., The funny bits, which do show up, are the shiny cool things to drag one into what is, in the end, a truly dark story; of willful blindness aiding and abetting willful destruction, or people buying into their own stories (especially Dr. Brain. Or maybe not. I kept wondering, afterward, if she wrote what she wrote as the only way to get the truth out. Or if she really WAS just as unaware of what she had written as she seemed). Of whether the good guys win, or the winners write history, or there are no good guys, just people with all their fuck-ups pushed forward.
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This weekend (And follow-up) appear to have been made of Dumb.

Having recovered sufficiently (I thought) from the cold of the last week, Colin and I packed up to Moorhead, MN, for the event. First dumb: we get to the border, the guard asks where we're going, and Colin says Moorhead. I came *THIS* close to saying out loud, "Moorhead? But I thought you said the event was in Fargo."

(For those not familiar, Fargo and Moorhead are effectively the same town on opposite sides of the Red River and the MN/ND border. They *ARE* the same place - Korsvag - as far as SCA geography is concerned.)

Second dumb was being confused why they weren't having a Baronial court (Korsvag is a Shire, or a group too small to be a Barony...)

Third and best dumb was, while packing away our feast gear after the feast, I picked up a pillar candle, nestled the holder with its fellow, and then casually tipped the STILL LIT candle most of the way into the basket - the splash of wax only gave be brief pause. I would have probably put it away anyhow had Colin not suggested I blow it out first (This also left me in an extended case of the giggles)

Fourth dumb - wqell, wasn't so bad, as such; this is now officially the most drunk I have been in my life. (This is not suggestive of how much I had to drink, as I was walking straight and fairly coherent, if more than a mite dizzy and giddy. This is suggestive of how few times I have been drunk before; I've been giggly on three known occasions.) This did help me win a game of Munchkin for the first time ever (The more inebriated state and the convenient distraction of people outside the game were both much bigger factors. But I usually find Munchkin strategy hard, as it involves a genuine level of Screw Your Neighbour, not merely pragmatic competitiveness.) And I drank down two full glasses of water once I knew it (albeit with a bit more vodka between. Mmm, grape vodka). And I was sober enough to turn down a near constant offer of coffee-orange flavoured tequila, and thus not really mix drinks.

I never could decide if I had a headache the next day, and it was hard to weight the sleepiness of being up early versus the potential drag of hangover, but I think i escaped close enough to scot-free to be content.

Fifth dumb, and most potentially dangerous and self-damaging? I don't normally work Mondays. So last night I was up way late and COMPLETELY forgot I did have a shift today. So completely that even when the temp agency called me on an unrelated matter, I didn't twig. It wasn't until I got the call from work that I recalled that agreement. Thank everything, they were okay with me going in Friday instead (I'm not replacing or alternating with anyone else, so the only person normally responsible for my schedule is me.)

Still, all in all the weekend was fun. Got to hang out a fair bit with out of towners we like, (although our table at feast was all Castel Rougeans, by a sort of accident, a fact I still kind of regret.) There weren't a lot of planned activities unrelated to the fighting tournaments, so I danced some, and hung out a bit in the dance room, where between dances, musicians tried out unrelated music and people played board games. Enjoyed the post revel, too. Got to watch someone try to read cards while drunk (Admitting that the drunkenness was leading to a heavier quotient of BS even than usual).
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This weekend (And follow-up) appear to have been made of Dumb.

Having recovered sufficiently (I thought) from the cold of the last week, Colin and I packed up to Moorhead, MN, for the event. First dumb: we get to the border, the guard asks where we're going, and Colin says Moorhead. I came *THIS* close to saying out loud, "Moorhead? But I thought you said the event was in Fargo."

(For those not familiar, Fargo and Moorhead are effectively the same town on opposite sides of the Red River and the MN/ND border. They *ARE* the same place - Korsvag - as far as SCA geography is concerned.)

Second dumb was being confused why they weren't having a Baronial court (Korsvag is a Shire, or a group too small to be a Barony...)

Third and best dumb was, while packing away our feast gear after the feast, I picked up a pillar candle, nestled the holder with its fellow, and then casually tipped the STILL LIT candle most of the way into the basket - the splash of wax only gave be brief pause. I would have probably put it away anyhow had Colin not suggested I blow it out first (This also left me in an extended case of the giggles)

Fourth dumb - wqell, wasn't so bad, as such; this is now officially the most drunk I have been in my life. (This is not suggestive of how much I had to drink, as I was walking straight and fairly coherent, if more than a mite dizzy and giddy. This is suggestive of how few times I have been drunk before; I've been giggly on three known occasions.) This did help me win a game of Munchkin for the first time ever (The more inebriated state and the convenient distraction of people outside the game were both much bigger factors. But I usually find Munchkin strategy hard, as it involves a genuine level of Screw Your Neighbour, not merely pragmatic competitiveness.) And I drank down two full glasses of water once I knew it (albeit with a bit more vodka between. Mmm, grape vodka). And I was sober enough to turn down a near constant offer of coffee-orange flavoured tequila, and thus not really mix drinks.

I never could decide if I had a headache the next day, and it was hard to weight the sleepiness of being up early versus the potential drag of hangover, but I think i escaped close enough to scot-free to be content.

Fifth dumb, and most potentially dangerous and self-damaging? I don't normally work Mondays. So last night I was up way late and COMPLETELY forgot I did have a shift today. So completely that even when the temp agency called me on an unrelated matter, I didn't twig. It wasn't until I got the call from work that I recalled that agreement. Thank everything, they were okay with me going in Friday instead (I'm not replacing or alternating with anyone else, so the only person normally responsible for my schedule is me.)

Still, all in all the weekend was fun. Got to hang out a fair bit with out of towners we like, (although our table at feast was all Castel Rougeans, by a sort of accident, a fact I still kind of regret.) There weren't a lot of planned activities unrelated to the fighting tournaments, so I danced some, and hung out a bit in the dance room, where between dances, musicians tried out unrelated music and people played board games. Enjoyed the post revel, too. Got to watch someone try to read cards while drunk (Admitting that the drunkenness was leading to a heavier quotient of BS even than usual).
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Two weekends before last was Schutzenfest, a splendid archery-and-equestrian based event (There's NO heavy fighting, which is practically unheard-of at most outdoor events). It was on a new site, and one I rather like; there are mini-cabins instead of exclusive tenting, though there is room for tents. However, since Colin is allergic to horses,t he path to and from cabins and archery range tended to be traversed quickly, lest the horses get into his lungs. Brannie would have been rather beside herself with squee at the horses.

I shot mediocre, mostly too wound up to focus, but I had some fun anyhow. The winner, for the first time in eight Schutzenfests, was from the group that runs the event (Nordskogen/Minneapolis). Robin came in second. Colin was disappointed with his performance. And TOmaas, who came in second last year, started out with a fabulous clout shoot (Which is the 100-110 yard target.) Turns out he's been practicing out at his parents' cabin, with abacchus and Iulianna. I think Colin and I would have loved to join in had we but known....

The oddest thing that happened, I think, was the successful return of a swallow chick to its nest well overhead, balanced on the very end of a very long pole. Poor thing fluttered down, flapping enough for a controlled glide down, but no way in hell it would get back up alone. We had mostly been presuming it would simply end up doomed, but somehow it got enough attention given to its plight that someone came up with the idea of the pole.

Mo music around the bardic circle; it ended up a conversational fire instead. The woman who showed up at WW with the carbon cello had it out again, and she did play a couple of times (and added the occasional tongue in cheek musical supprot, including a snippet of Muppet Show theme at the appropriate moment). I had the Angry Chicken out, but I ended up noodling in practice rather than performing. Just as well, the conversation was really good, and we heard at least one hilarious story about a prank played - at one of our own former Gimli events, and of which I had been entirely oblivious.

The weekend between was.... odd, in almost entirely good ways, but I can't really say more.

Last weekend was our own Gimli event. And our new Baronial Investiture. The court and investiture went pretty smoothly, considering how much of it was pretty much prepared in the last half hour before court, and that shortly after the investiture, we also switched around all the Baronial officers, so that Colin was running his first court ever. The only real hitch wasn't in the investiture; it was that two people were given AOAs that already had them. (One of them actually had the king say, "I would have given you the Griffon's Sword, but we have a personal policy that we don't give Arms level awards to people without an Award of Arms". Argh!) So now Gabriel is, by his own joke, Lord Lord Gabriel. Which is better off than Hadassah, whose first award proclaimed her a 'he', so she's a Lord Lady.

The Vicar's Cup A&S challenge ended up with only 5 entrants, alas, but considering she was looking for masterwork level stuff, she got what she'd been asking for. Tarrach, last minute, opted to judge rather than adding a 6th entry; his excuse was that his documentation was on his computer but not printed - several people remarked that Tarrach could probably just put his name down and people would consider it sufficient documentation that it's done to period spec. ("No, dear, I'm sorry, Tarrach does not count as a primary source...")

I came in second to the person who fired my pottery for me the second time; and rightfully so. M's plates and mugs were very handsome, and much more documented and researched, and much more closely based on a real period source than the pottery part of my work (I made it a double-entry, the ballad and the plates going together as they do.) This meant instead of the cup itself, I got a copy of the Hours of Catherine of Cleves. No complaints here; that was a delightful prize. And really, she did good work. (Pedro came in third with his gauntlets.)

I never did actually sing the ballad; the Saturday night fire, starting late as it does (After the fire arrows into the lake) and beginning with the burning of the tower (And this year, the village around the tower; Colin had built a bunch of miniature houses, too) ended up with too short a time for much singing to happen, though Hadassah started us off very well with a song she called the Holland Handkerchief (And I know as the Suffolk Miracle; her source was Connie Dover, mine Jim Moray) and Dirk and Robin together did a pretty fair rendition of Rite of Passage (Robin should sing more), and abacchus/Armonn actually got a couple of songs in. Sunday night there was much more singing, including an actual stretch of mostly medieval pieces, but I felt like I was somehow rather more the main Sunday singer than I meant to be; I kept being called on, not to perform on my own, but to start off and lead people in various SCA standards. I very much missed Abacchus and Iulianna, who'd left that night.

Archery went well; I was first out of the water duel (Only ebcause out of a field of 32, single-elimination, I drew the number to shoot first; 15 other people were taken out in the same round as I). And of the general challenges afterwards, I won two and lost two, one for an as-yet-undetermined forfeit (The only one where we had stakes, we were too lazy to decide what stakes. Since the person in question is known for risque flirting, I fully expect her to demand something totally innocuous "just to throw people off".)

And even happier, Colin won, and won well.

And Iulianna made me a henna phoenix (With flowers) on my leg. it's not *quite* as gorgeous as the peacock from last year, but it's still work to be proud of.

War court was pretty, fire arrows were pretty, mosquitoes were.... EVERYWHERE. In monstrous quantities. The week of sun after the summer of rain was exactly the thing to make them hatch in the billions - and after the main dragonfly swarms have gone. Yeek.

And now... Colin has a flu. And I'm starting to show symptoms. Uh oh. As long as I can make it to work tomorrow, I can afford to be laid up for the next weekend (We were contemplating Coronation, since it's only in Fargo - and yes, that would make a 6th driving trip this summer, though Gimli, at an hour or so, barely counts - but opted not.)

Oh, and I've decided I really like the people who just moved here from Alberta.

And mom, thirstysmurf said to say hi to you and grandma. She asked about both your healths; I told her what news there is on that front, as far as grandma is concerned. She wishes you and she both well.
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Two weekends before last was Schutzenfest, a splendid archery-and-equestrian based event (There's NO heavy fighting, which is practically unheard-of at most outdoor events). It was on a new site, and one I rather like; there are mini-cabins instead of exclusive tenting, though there is room for tents. However, since Colin is allergic to horses,t he path to and from cabins and archery range tended to be traversed quickly, lest the horses get into his lungs. Brannie would have been rather beside herself with squee at the horses.

I shot mediocre, mostly too wound up to focus, but I had some fun anyhow. The winner, for the first time in eight Schutzenfests, was from the group that runs the event (Nordskogen/Minneapolis). Robin came in second. Colin was disappointed with his performance. And TOmaas, who came in second last year, started out with a fabulous clout shoot (Which is the 100-110 yard target.) Turns out he's been practicing out at his parents' cabin, with abacchus and Iulianna. I think Colin and I would have loved to join in had we but known....

The oddest thing that happened, I think, was the successful return of a swallow chick to its nest well overhead, balanced on the very end of a very long pole. Poor thing fluttered down, flapping enough for a controlled glide down, but no way in hell it would get back up alone. We had mostly been presuming it would simply end up doomed, but somehow it got enough attention given to its plight that someone came up with the idea of the pole.

Mo music around the bardic circle; it ended up a conversational fire instead. The woman who showed up at WW with the carbon cello had it out again, and she did play a couple of times (and added the occasional tongue in cheek musical supprot, including a snippet of Muppet Show theme at the appropriate moment). I had the Angry Chicken out, but I ended up noodling in practice rather than performing. Just as well, the conversation was really good, and we heard at least one hilarious story about a prank played - at one of our own former Gimli events, and of which I had been entirely oblivious.

The weekend between was.... odd, in almost entirely good ways, but I can't really say more.

Last weekend was our own Gimli event. And our new Baronial Investiture. The court and investiture went pretty smoothly, considering how much of it was pretty much prepared in the last half hour before court, and that shortly after the investiture, we also switched around all the Baronial officers, so that Colin was running his first court ever. The only real hitch wasn't in the investiture; it was that two people were given AOAs that already had them. (One of them actually had the king say, "I would have given you the Griffon's Sword, but we have a personal policy that we don't give Arms level awards to people without an Award of Arms". Argh!) So now Gabriel is, by his own joke, Lord Lord Gabriel. Which is better off than Hadassah, whose first award proclaimed her a 'he', so she's a Lord Lady.

The Vicar's Cup A&S challenge ended up with only 5 entrants, alas, but considering she was looking for masterwork level stuff, she got what she'd been asking for. Tarrach, last minute, opted to judge rather than adding a 6th entry; his excuse was that his documentation was on his computer but not printed - several people remarked that Tarrach could probably just put his name down and people would consider it sufficient documentation that it's done to period spec. ("No, dear, I'm sorry, Tarrach does not count as a primary source...")

I came in second to the person who fired my pottery for me the second time; and rightfully so. M's plates and mugs were very handsome, and much more documented and researched, and much more closely based on a real period source than the pottery part of my work (I made it a double-entry, the ballad and the plates going together as they do.) This meant instead of the cup itself, I got a copy of the Hours of Catherine of Cleves. No complaints here; that was a delightful prize. And really, she did good work. (Pedro came in third with his gauntlets.)

I never did actually sing the ballad; the Saturday night fire, starting late as it does (After the fire arrows into the lake) and beginning with the burning of the tower (And this year, the village around the tower; Colin had built a bunch of miniature houses, too) ended up with too short a time for much singing to happen, though Hadassah started us off very well with a song she called the Holland Handkerchief (And I know as the Suffolk Miracle; her source was Connie Dover, mine Jim Moray) and Dirk and Robin together did a pretty fair rendition of Rite of Passage (Robin should sing more), and abacchus/Armonn actually got a couple of songs in. Sunday night there was much more singing, including an actual stretch of mostly medieval pieces, but I felt like I was somehow rather more the main Sunday singer than I meant to be; I kept being called on, not to perform on my own, but to start off and lead people in various SCA standards. I very much missed Abacchus and Iulianna, who'd left that night.

Archery went well; I was first out of the water duel (Only ebcause out of a field of 32, single-elimination, I drew the number to shoot first; 15 other people were taken out in the same round as I). And of the general challenges afterwards, I won two and lost two, one for an as-yet-undetermined forfeit (The only one where we had stakes, we were too lazy to decide what stakes. Since the person in question is known for risque flirting, I fully expect her to demand something totally innocuous "just to throw people off".)

And even happier, Colin won, and won well.

And Iulianna made me a henna phoenix (With flowers) on my leg. it's not *quite* as gorgeous as the peacock from last year, but it's still work to be proud of.

War court was pretty, fire arrows were pretty, mosquitoes were.... EVERYWHERE. In monstrous quantities. The week of sun after the summer of rain was exactly the thing to make them hatch in the billions - and after the main dragonfly swarms have gone. Yeek.

And now... Colin has a flu. And I'm starting to show symptoms. Uh oh. As long as I can make it to work tomorrow, I can afford to be laid up for the next weekend (We were contemplating Coronation, since it's only in Fargo - and yes, that would make a 6th driving trip this summer, though Gimli, at an hour or so, barely counts - but opted not.)

Oh, and I've decided I really like the people who just moved here from Alberta.

And mom, thirstysmurf said to say hi to you and grandma. She asked about both your healths; I told her what news there is on that front, as far as grandma is concerned. She wishes you and she both well.
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First of all, my friend Mike has this announcement. There's still space. HIs lj is senekal.

Amy and I have been asked if we'd hold a house concert for Heather Dale and Ben Deschamps on Aug 22 (At 7:30, concert starting at 8:00). I believe they'll have their percussion fellow along as well.

Cost at the door is $10.00 for an evening concert. Some small amount of munchies will be provided.

The concert will cap at an absolute MAX of 30 folks (which will be bordering on Standing Room Only) so please RSVP early so that we can plan appropriately.

If you're not sure if Heather's music is your thing you can check some clips at www.heatherdale.com
[Ed: Or the Youtube clips about two posts down in my lj Here.].

If you would prefer to contact us via non-LJ means, drop me a line at mmajor AT pan-am.ca

Thanks and hope to see some of you there.

Mike and Amy


Seriously, even if you're not totally sure about the music proper, you think it's decent or enjoyable but not amazing - Heather & Co. do very very good concert, and for a live show, that's almost as important. She has fabulous rapport with the audience, plays a good straight woman to Ben, and Ben is funny and sly. The drummer didn't say a lot when I saw him, but he was obviously enjoying himself and communicating it. It's worth an evening out to see. I'm only not going because I'm out of town.
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Yesterday I got this e-mail with the header: The New Baron and Baroness of Castel Rouge.

Before I even opened it, I knew that I would have one of two responses:

YAAAAY! I'm the Baroness!
YAAAAY! I'm not the Baroness!

The answer... is option two. The Lovely Lady Isobel atte Wode (Aka Doody Sith Chick) is our new Baroness, and Baron James Erec of York (AKA Evil Erec, Lord of the Sith - and he has the scroll to prove it!) is the new Baron. (LOrdy. He had a hard enough time remember which Barony he was in when he was HErald. Now he'll be announcing himself as Baron of Skraeling Rouge...or Castel Althing... :} )

Seriously, they're fabulous choices, even if it means our Baron-to-be misses his own investiture. And it gave Colin an idea for the theme for Twelfth Night, too (Welcoming Erec back from the Crusades... it's his time period, and the timing is just too good). Only problem is, Colin wants to cook for it, not run the whole thing. I suppose I could try, but I'd want help...and really, I'd rather just make the site tokens.

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