naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Dangerous Booty)
Well, that was an awesome weekend.

Dinner at Carrabba's on Friday was great. I'd been warned away from them a few years back, and now I wish I hadn't listened. The food was very good and the service was excellent.

Sunday Sargon and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and her husband and I all went to the Muskogee Renfaire and hung out with [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob and her boyo, and way, way, way too much money was spent.

I won't detail everything I bought, but I will give you a quick look at most of it:

Frippery

Yeah. I came wearing nothing but the shirt and the pants. You can see I sort of did some damage to the bank account, but that's a really fun waistcoat jerkin piratey type thing, and it demanded I complete the ensemble with some accessories. Totally not period, but totally cool anyway. Besides, Lady Peril is clearly a time-traveling pirate. She doesn't need to be period. I also got a gold thingy that is even more excessively awesome, but I need to get pictures of it on.

I plan on acquiring more pirate clothing in the future so that Lady Peril can have her choice of attire when I go to conventions, renfaires, and to the corner store. I turned around and became a rennie. Shit.

I also bought a sword for Sargon, which is cooler by far than anything I bought for myself, and there will be pictures of her, too, never you fear. Also more pictures of me in the other stuff I bought, and out of it, and in various combinations thereof. For the first time, I have clothes that make my ass look fantastic. I'm giddy with delight. I think I just wasn't made for modern fashion.

Now all I need are new boots, which means saving my money for a custom pair. Joy. Ah, well. I have a birthday coming up.

For now, in lieu of actual content, have this:

Bustketeers 01

[livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob, and me.

We are The Three Bustketeers!

But if I'm going to draw a musketeers analogy, which one of us is Athos, which one is Porthos, and which one is Aramis?

That's a stumper.

If there was a quiz, I would probably just end up as D'Artagnan's cheese-colored horse.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Dangerous Booty)
Well, that was an awesome weekend.

Dinner at Carrabba's on Friday was great. I'd been warned away from them a few years back, and now I wish I hadn't listened. The food was very good and the service was excellent.

Sunday Sargon and [livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva and her husband and I all went to the Muskogee Renfaire and hung out with [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob and her boyo, and way, way, way too much money was spent.

I won't detail everything I bought, but I will give you a quick look at most of it:

Frippery

Yeah. I came wearing nothing but the shirt and the pants. You can see I sort of did some damage to the bank account, but that's a really fun waistcoat jerkin piratey type thing, and it demanded I complete the ensemble with some accessories. Totally not period, but totally cool anyway. Besides, Lady Peril is clearly a time-traveling pirate. She doesn't need to be period. I also got a gold thingy that is even more excessively awesome, but I need to get pictures of it on.

I plan on acquiring more pirate clothing in the future so that Lady Peril can have her choice of attire when I go to conventions, renfaires, and to the corner store. I turned around and became a rennie. Shit.

I also bought a sword for Sargon, which is cooler by far than anything I bought for myself, and there will be pictures of her, too, never you fear. Also more pictures of me in the other stuff I bought, and out of it, and in various combinations thereof. For the first time, I have clothes that make my ass look fantastic. I'm giddy with delight. I think I just wasn't made for modern fashion.

Now all I need are new boots, which means saving my money for a custom pair. Joy. Ah, well. I have a birthday coming up.

For now, in lieu of actual content, have this:

Bustketeers 01

[livejournal.com profile] bat_cheva, [livejournal.com profile] apocalypticbob, and me.

We are The Three Bustketeers!

But if I'm going to draw a musketeers analogy, which one of us is Athos, which one is Porthos, and which one is Aramis?

That's a stumper.

If there was a quiz, I would probably just end up as D'Artagnan's cheese-colored horse.
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I have included helpful cuts today because this is a long entry, and while I would like to force you to read me (bee-yotch!), I don't want you to cut me because I ass-raped your friends page.

This cut is here so that nobody HAS to read about how miserable my Aunt Flo is making me. )

Now that that's out of the way . . . I can proceed to bitch about other things.

I am Not Having A Good Week.

This is not due to anything external. It's just me. I'm not taking anything well.

The five days solid of doing shit for/with other people has me a bit put out, but, hey, that's life, right?

Last night was gaming at M & J's, which was weird as always, and a welcome break from relentless annoying mammals at home. My character's cowardice is exceeded only by his apathy. Which is not to say I'm not having a great time. I am. I think that watching poor Henry descend into learned helplessness is fascinating, from a B. F. Skinner standpoint. This has something to do with having the strangest gamemaster ever, I am sure.

Tonight is dance, and oh, I can't tell you how much fun that's going to be, what with me giving birth to a phantom three-headed cast-iron cockatoo every five minutes. But we get to use canes, which is wonderful. Yes. Give the short-tempered woman in pain a long stick. Go ahead.

Tomorrow is the regular Convocation, with all us writerly types gathering at the home of the chosen victim to show off how pornographically enthusiastic we have been in servicing our muses. (I get off easy and just feed mine rats. God knows what those other sods have to do.) Junk food will be involved. It is also a free day, which means I don't have to get up and exercise while I'm hatching demonic monitor lizards in my lower abdomen.

And the day after is the Annual Pilgrimage to the Site of Human Humiliation.

The Renfaire. )

And on the bondage porn front . . . )

Catch you later today or tomorrow, all!

link
naamah_darling: The right-side canines of a wolf's skull; the upper canine is made of gold. (Default)
I have included helpful cuts today because this is a long entry, and while I would like to force you to read me (bee-yotch!), I don't want you to cut me because I ass-raped your friends page.

This cut is here so that nobody HAS to read about how miserable my Aunt Flo is making me. )

Now that that's out of the way . . . I can proceed to bitch about other things.

I am Not Having A Good Week.

This is not due to anything external. It's just me. I'm not taking anything well.

The five days solid of doing shit for/with other people has me a bit put out, but, hey, that's life, right?

Last night was gaming at M & J's, which was weird as always, and a welcome break from relentless annoying mammals at home. My character's cowardice is exceeded only by his apathy. Which is not to say I'm not having a great time. I am. I think that watching poor Henry descend into learned helplessness is fascinating, from a B. F. Skinner standpoint. This has something to do with having the strangest gamemaster ever, I am sure.

Tonight is dance, and oh, I can't tell you how much fun that's going to be, what with me giving birth to a phantom three-headed cast-iron cockatoo every five minutes. But we get to use canes, which is wonderful. Yes. Give the short-tempered woman in pain a long stick. Go ahead.

Tomorrow is the regular Convocation, with all us writerly types gathering at the home of the chosen victim to show off how pornographically enthusiastic we have been in servicing our muses. (I get off easy and just feed mine rats. God knows what those other sods have to do.) Junk food will be involved. It is also a free day, which means I don't have to get up and exercise while I'm hatching demonic monitor lizards in my lower abdomen.

And the day after is the Annual Pilgrimage to the Site of Human Humiliation.

The Renfaire. )

And on the bondage porn front . . . )

Catch you later today or tomorrow, all!

link

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