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[30 Sep 2008|03:28pm] |
So. Final weekend.
I left straight from work on Friday and got to site around 12:45, which was unfortunately too late to join in on Vilfiication Ping Pong. I debated going in street clothes, but on the off-chance that Something Awesome would happen, I suited up.
Something Awesome turned out to be the birth of our new jug band, The O'Culligans!
See BJ over on the left wailing on his "guitar?" It has a working whammy bar and everything! And then there's Jessamine pounding the hell out of some benches (she took the skin off both her hands), Chad with his bottlecap shaker, me throwing horns and wailing on the jug Aerosmith style, and Brian on drums We crashed Drum Jam and broke pretty much all the drummers, who were apparently pretty damn bored before that.
( Festies, transform and roll out! )
Right before I left site for the year, Becca told a funny story about something that happened earlier this season that I wish to God I had seen. Apparently Colin from SS was walking past the sheep pen in the petting zoo one night, and as a joke, leaned over and told the sheep, "How YOU doin?" in a sexy voice.
As one, the sheep all bleated in alarm and ran to the other side of the pen as fast as they could.
And thus ends the year. I miss it already, and have schemes for next season rolling around in my skull.
And if you read through every single one of these posts this season, you deserve some sort of fucking huzzah.
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[30 Sep 2008|03:07pm] |
Last year, during the month of October I emulated Hungry for a Month, where you can only spend $30 total for food in 30 days. I walked away with a heightened awareness of attitudes towards food as well as my own dietary habits.
I'm going to do it again this year, timing it so my first day of food freedom is November 6th, the day I'm planning on going to Siren for Omegacon. Counting backwards, this means that my first day will be next Tuesday, October 7th.
Does anyone want to do this with me? If so, let me know -- we can probably get a little more variety in our food if we coordinate shopping trips, split large things like bags of rice and dried beans, and maybe even swap some meals.
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) skywayman has done this project as well and while I cannot speak for him, I will say for myself that while it was not exactly fun at all times, it was absolutely, definitely, 100% worthwhile.
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[29 Sep 2008|07:52pm] |
I wasn't really ready, but the season is over.
After the final closing gate, the Town Crier tolled the bell for an hour. It made for a haunting, beautiful close to the year.
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[28 Sep 2008|01:13am] |
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On the plus side, I can now add "table dancing in bunny slippers" to my list of lifelong accomplishments.
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[25 Sep 2008|03:04pm] |
Proposed: The fact that none of the vampires in Anne Rice's novels have functioning penises has no bearing on the fact that they're all totally gay for each other.
Discuss.
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[24 Sep 2008|07:51pm] |
As I mentioned earlier, I was the guest of debridement at the Ivey Awards on Monday night. She was organizing the after party at the IDS Center's Crystal Court, so we donned our best cocktail dresses and enjoyed a posh evening filled with wonderful food, martinis, and company. It was like I was dropped into a different world for an evening.
Obligatory arms'-length BFF self-portrait:
30 is wonderful. So is debridement.
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[24 Sep 2008|03:54pm] |
I need a favor. As many reading this know, there is a gentleman who is a huge fan of renfest but has been too goddamn busy this year from dying orf bone cancer to make it out. So the festival is organizing performers to go to him before he dies. I would love to go but would have to leave straight from work, and there's Wilma to be let out.
Can anyone let out Wilma sometime tomorrow late afternoonish/eveningish? I'd like very much to go to the dying cancer guy's thing and they've specifically requested vilifiers. It would mean a lot to me to help be part of something for him.
I'd hide a key. Literally all you'd have to do is ignore my insanely messy house and let her out the front door to do her thing and then put her back in the crate afterwards.
Please?
EDIT: My brother is letting Wilma out tomorrow evening, which is awesome as he only lives five minutes away and already knows what a slob I can be.
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[23 Sep 2008|08:15am] |
After the Iveys last night, I realized I was dressed all in black and was half a block from the Saloon, so I stopped by to say hi. Sure, it was a black evening gown and not a black vinyl minidress, but still.
I left early because I wanted to get up early to run today.
This makes twice in one week that I've gone to a goth/industrial night. And twice that I just haven't gotten into it. I want toike it, but I just don't anymore.
I'm thinking that I'm pretty much done with the goth/industrial club scene. Not the people in it, mind you, because by and large they're awesome. But for the last four years, I've only gone out clubbing once or twice a year, and I'm kidding myself at this point if I think I'll "someday" become a regular again.
And now I have no idea what to do with my club clothes. On one hand, I could sell them and reclaim some closet space plus get a buttload of money -- I have some nice stuff and good club clothes.have a bangin' resale value. And it's hard to justify keeping most of it around for that once or twice a year.
But on the other hand, where else could I ever find a black and silver pvc corset printed with circuitry?
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[22 Sep 2008|07:36pm] |
Twenty four hours ago, I was a dirty sweaty festie dancing at a drum jam.
Tonight, thanks to Niccole, I am dressed to the nines amidst a bunch of sharp-dressed theater geeks at the Ivey Awards, enjoying free martinis.
Niccole is awesome.
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[22 Sep 2008|02:08pm] |
Lunch.
Weekend #6 saw perfect weather...one of those beautiful late Minnesota
summers with crisp blue skies, no rain, and wonderful temperatures.
( Festies, transform and roll out! )
Wilma, Aliera and I packed it up and went home. And just so everyone knows, I'm planning that that was Wilma's last festival day. She is simply getting too old and arthritic for it to be fair to her, even when she stays in the tent. I know she is much loved out there (more so than I!), but it is time for her to retire to a dogsitter, my parents, or a kennel for these seven
weekends, even though that'll be much pricier and less convenient.
And there's only one more weekend left. I am incredibly sad about this, but at the same time it'll be nice to have my weekends back. I miss hanging out in the basement with Jesse and Emily playing games, drinking martinis, and generally geeking out.
Tonight I head off to a fancy-pants theater party with debridement. I hope she's serious about the dressing-up thing, because otherwise I'm going to feel horribly out of place.
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[19 Sep 2008|06:40am] |
This is my second-favorite fest picture EVAR.
Look closer! Matt's HUEG BUFFALO COCK is Jewish.
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[18 Sep 2008|07:10am] |
2 things:
1. My chaise is still available. No one has concretely claimed it, and I want it gone fairly soon as I'll have to start bringing my plants in shortly, and need the space.
So if you want it, e-piss on it and tell me when you can pick it up.
( description, picture )
2. I hate chihuahuas. I also hate fast food. But I love this picture.
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[16 Sep 2008|08:19pm] |
I have decreed that tonight is for drinking Guinness and picking out a new pair of glasses.
I have made a promise to myself to order and love the hell out of the results, no matter what.
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[16 Sep 2008|03:04pm] |
Lunch.
Here is a question for you. If you could go back in time and see any band/show you missed live in the height of their heydey, who would it be, and why?
I'm pretty sure I'd see the B-52s at the Northrop during their Cosmic Thing tour. That was the one were people were dancing so hard the band had to ask them to stop out of fear the balcony would collapse. Afterwards the theater had to spent millions to get the thing rehung.
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[15 Sep 2008|02:23pm] |
Fifth weekend recap.
"I believe that any two people can be together if they just try hard enough."
"Honey, how old are you?"
"20."
"You have so much to learn."
*defensively* "Well, that's what I believe."
*shrug* "Well, some people believe in Jesus."
( Festies, transform and roll out! )
And thus ends the weekend. Only two left for a whole year!
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[15 Sep 2008|07:13am] |
Rainy, cold weekend. Full update later.
Kudos to the Town Crier yesterday, who was a great sport, despite:
Having almost everything he owned "stolen." He just never got smarter about that.
Having a "Loser" sign placed around his neck for the entire day
Doing a mud slip-n-slide....twice
Being unexpectedly tossed into the role of Coin....again, in the mud
Having mud shaped into a nipple onstage and placed on his head
Being forced to take a great big ol' lick of the mud on the ground
...And last, but not least: Being forced to not say a word for six and a half straight hours while all this abuse was going on.
I hear at one point he wrote in the mud, "WHERE'S CARR?" to Angelina. Lolz.
Photo by vorrant
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[12 Sep 2008|12:30pm] |
For mamajenzie, for whom I have much love.
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[12 Sep 2008|07:51am] |
Going back to site this afternoon and I'm already excited for the weekend.
I have no new bits planned, no new props, no new clothes. Instead, I worked on a stupid tshirt which no one but me and my brother will find hilarious. Not because it's an inside joke or anything, but because it is just that retarded.
In other mundane news, I clipped Wilma's toenails last night, by myself, with minimal restraint. Not only did she not scream, struggle, and bite her way into a hypoxic state, she behaved perfectly.
My peeps from the clinic should be well-aware from past nail-trimmings that this is EPIC.
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[11 Sep 2008|08:34pm] |
blakeh recently posted a list of the 100 Greatest, Gayest Albums of All Time, as compiled by Out magazine. I was curious to see where my collection ranked. Following Blake's lead, I bolded what I own.
( Read more... )
Not having any Madonna, Queen, or Smiths really hurts my ranking. I cannot bring myself to feel bad about the Smiths, though I am mortally embarassed to admit to not owning any Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
Apparently my collection is only 25% gay, which makes me a hair less gay than Blake.
edit: Anecdote time! Immediately after posting this, I suddenly felt very self-conscious and concerned that I was a "bit too much like a gay man." To counteract this, I went poured myself a pint of the manliest beer in the house, Guinness Extra Stout.
It just now occured to me that considering that I am a woman, the logic behind my "solution" is pretty amusingly twisted.
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