Some good quotes I just thought I'd pass on.
"If you can't be a good example, you'll just have to be a horrible warning" Catherine Arid.
"You could utter the most eloquent and profound universal truth and someone would STILL call you a fucktard" - anonymous
"It didn't hurt until I got scared" - 7 year old girl after skinning her knee.
"My advice to you is to drink heavily" - John Belushi in Animal House
"mad, bad and dangerous to know" Lady Caroline Lamb on Lord Byron
"If it doesn't fit, get a bigger hammer" - bumpersticker on Gina's toolbox.
"I'm really tired of having to assume that everyone else is an idiot and that I should automatically know which questions to ask." - Overheard in NYC (I couldn't have said that better myself).
"Nobody really knows what's going on anywhere in this organization" My thoughts exactly.
"Good, fast, cheap - pick any two" - sign on an engineer's door
"It's only kinky the first time" - The Sweet D's philosophy
"Remember, it's rape, pillage THEN burn - otherwise you end up humping a rump roast" - bumpersticker Stevolas finds particularly amusing.
"They play to find out who they are" (I wish I could remember who said this)
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 9:13 PM
OK. Mr. Clean has absconded with my merchant's guide so I can't tell Steveolas the name of this
bow shop he's itching to contact.
But here, to keep him busy is the
merchants guide. Knock yo' bad self out!
Sorry, MG - no pix of me in garb. I was the one TAKING the pictures you understand. Besides, as long as I am TAKING the pix there can be no incriminating ones OF me, right? Heh! I like to believe that, anyway.
I'm glad everyone is enjoying the yurt and the Pennsic stories. Try
here for more on the war.
Here are some links to cool stuff -
Awesome
drumming site - MIDI files of drum rhythms - AWESOME! Lots of notes, rhythms, info - ooooo I just eat this one up! You can also play your zills to this. I spend waaaaayyyy too much time here!
Here's a cool one on
henna - free henna designs, how to mix your henna and get the best colors, etc. Interesting and beautiful artwork.
One of my personal fave merchants -
Touch The Earth. They have all sorts of neat things - Tibetan prayer flags, drums, jewelry, lanterns, incense, ethnic clothing - it's a great place to just wander around in. I always drop some serious $$ here every war.
Here's a fun one for all you budding pirate wenches out there.
Brute Force Leather. I would like to believe that the Big O has an unrequieted thing for hot lil' redheads in leather corsets. If not, then he really needs to develop one and FAST!
For you yurt lovers, here's the
link to where I got MY yurt. He's finally updated that website.
For books on medieval life, cooking, costuming and the like, try
Poison Pen Press. They even have some cookbooks based on recipies from ancient Rome and Greece with the historical references. Very interesting.
Now everyone say "atlatl battle" five times fast. Take two shots of rum and repeat until you find that phrase as amusing as I do. Heeeee!
Maybe one of these days I'll actually get around to scanning all of my Pennsic pix. I'm actually still in the midst of scanning pix from all of my travels. Ah, well.
One of these days I'm going to get a new dishwasher so I don't have to do the dishes by hand, too. But I'd rather have my yurt.
Now Mr. Clean is pissed and ranting thru the hallways because someone stole his cart. I told him not to get a new one but noooooo. He wouldn't listen. I procured me a beat up POS cart that no one wanted, slapped a bumper sticker on it and I've had it for nearly 3 years. No one wants it because it's a beat up wreck. As soon as you get a new one, someone will steal it. But if you've got an old beater, no one wants it. Oh, well.
My merchants guide was probably ON that damned cart, too. So bogus!
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 1:52 PM
Which, BTW, in case anyone wanted to know - we won. Yay for the Midrealm!
Some pix:
Romans - actually only one Roman.
The
Field Battle The ground actually shakes when the armies initially charge at each other and when they hit - it sounds like lightening hitting a tree right next to you. Pretty intense stuff.
The
Bridge Battle The haybales are the bridge perimeters.
Entertainment - Clan Tinker (I believe) doing a juggling act. These guys are great! Two jugglers are simultaneously juggling and trading three balls. It was very neat to watch!
Tents along the lake. It might be nice to camp there - until it rains and the mosquitos get totally out of control. Then the bats move in.
Some
scurvy knave brought to justice the King's way. Arrrrggghh! (Probably drank all the rum, the bastard!)
An
atlatl battle (don't ask me what the hell the difference is between an atlatl and a javelin. I haven't the faintest. I just like the word "atlatl" and they looked like they were having fun.)
My
drum class on one particular day at Touch the Earth. Lots of fun.
Two
knights fighting single combat.
A
henna'd drum. You can actually decorate natural head drums with henna and it will not rub off. I watched the lady start work on this drum last Pennsic. I never saw it finished until it turned up this year. It probably took her a couple of hours to do. I think it's just awesome!
His Majesty
Alaric coming back from a battle. Draco Invictus, baby!
A potter. Unfortunately, I had my hands full of grub when she was putting her finishing touches on this. It was very neat. Her set up was all manual - she was pumping a pedal on the ground to make the wheel spin as she molded the clay.
One of the several
bow shops. Just to give you an idea of the choices of weapons available. For all you crazy elves out there. Heh.
Another
shop. This one sells amber and other jewelry.
More
shops. Better than any mall anywhere in the universe!
Even
more shops on another street! Ah!
A
spicer. This lady set up only for a few hours each day at her little stand. She had all kinds of spices. Notice the balance next to her. Yeah, that's what she used to weigh out her wares.
After the Woods Battle. One of our fighters has removed his
armor and put it in the sun to dry. You can see the plate maile, helm and other pieces of armor.
Tightening a
drum before class. The "natural" drums periodically need to be tightened to keep their sound. Or so I'm told.
A
blacksmith at work. He's taken a brick of ugly steel out of the kiln and will work it until it turns into something like
this. The chunk of metal on the left is the same as the smith is working on. The sword is what it will eventually end up as. The pattern on each sword is unique based on the metals used and how the metal is turned while forming. I was seriously in love with this sword - it is beautiful, IMO. The smith in the photo is the one who made this particular sword. Incredible workmanship - even the hilts are different and matched to the "character" of the finished sword.
The
inside of my yurt. I was living like a Pasha and it was so very nice. Until I got home. *sigh*
Yes, coming home - going back to work. Seems the boss believes that if stupid lazy people aren't going to do their jobs that WE should do them for these idiots. Uh, no. Not unless I'm going to get THEIR pay as well. Geez. WTF?
Then I had to listen to the litany of "crimes" I have committed against Mr. Wicked. The least of which is indulging myself with other males. Quelle Horror! *eye roll*
I've hung up a lot of my flags and banners around here. It's so very soothing. With my big persian rug in the floor and my tapestries it looks rather exotic if I do say so myself. That wasn't quite what I was going for - just comfy. But hey, it works.
Saw an ad for my hieroglyphs class at the U of Chicago starting up again. Thinking about taking it but then I got another class catalog in the mail and might have to take a class here on Chinese culture instead (I can get work to spring for it and it would be interesting). Too many cool classes and no time to take them. So bogus.
Haven't managed to break out the zills since I've been home but I have played my drum. Ah, well. Maybe this weekend I'll make some racket.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 8:45 PM
Of sorts.
As you can see, one of my nefarious co-workers has stumbled onto this. And, seeing as how she has her OWN blog, well, I feel compelled to post there, too. Sad, isn't it? We both blog to bitch. Yeah, well. If I didn't bitch, I'd explode and that would make a gooey mess. It's better this way. Trust me.
The dog was beaten and he enjoyed it. Ran around the house like his tail was on fire and his butt catching while I chased him. I should take a video of him running around the house with his butt all scrunched up so I can't grab him. I swear he smiles when I'm chasing him. He pooped out after about 20 minutes of running thru the house and the yard then he jumped into my lap for some love.
Hmmm. What else? Yes, the AFF site is in need of cash again. Unfortunately I'm sort of all out at the moment (had to restock my linen supply). But since we've got a new admin hopefully things will get worked out.
Speaking of sites, my celeb gossip site has sort of, well, imploded I guess you'd say. I don't quite know why and everyone seems to be too frightened to say anything about it. A lot of the senior memebers (and major contributors) were banned while I was gone and I'm at a complete loss as to why. No one is talking and everyone is on eggshells. I'm wandering around like "WTF?" I miss my Big O and my enablers. Someone needs to send me/post some pix of the Big O before I go into serious withdrawl! And it won't be pretty! *looks around menacingly*
Oh, yeah. There was some big "mandatory" pow wow yesterday for work. Did I go? No. Did they miss me? Hell no. What's the point? Just more REAL work to pile up while I'm gone. Finally got some stuff caught up yesterday so yay for that.
Still suffering from PPD, tho. (Post Pennsic Depression). I was looking at my book. This time last week I was in "understanding patterns" class. Then I went to "armor extraction" class. Yeah. After that was zill class (finger cymbals). That night was the infamous "men without pants" party. And, of course, Midnight Madness at the merchants - but by that time I'd already spent my $$$ on linen. Oh, well.
What other classes did I take? Well, there was medieval oil lamps (knowledge of which was promptly put into practice at camp), drumming (of course), zills, Henna, belly dancing, and fabric. That's about it. I did a lot of things around camp this year (dishes, fetching water, getting ice) but it was nice. No obligations what so ever.
I've still got a bunch of things to catch up on but the mail server is down so I guess I'll just have to do something else, huh?
Oh, before I forget, here's a picture of the
yurt all set up.
Isn't it cool? I think so. Here's a shot of the
ring at the top.
When it rains, you just pull a tarp over it and you're good.
Loves it. Will buys it. MINE!
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 12:15 PM
I guess all the hysteria over my vaca was for naught. I told them so. I come in today and the building is still standing, the stock price is still at the same place and there isn't a mob outside. That would mean NOTHING FUCKING HAPPENED to bring the world to an end while I was gone.
I told you fucktards so.
Of course, there's still mass hysteria and a pissed off boss because "why haven't we gotten this information before now?" Uh, no one would GIVE it to me. See? See the email chain? See the number of times I've requested this from individuals higher up the food chain than YOU? Do you see a response? No. Bitching at me is pointless.
Finally she is beginning to understand what we cope with on a daily basis. Will it change? I doubt it. I've been in this job for about three years now and nothing has changed for the better (ie, to make MY life easier).
Can anyone blame me for wanting to go back to war? It was quiet there. No drama, no hysterics, no fucktards. I think I need a new job. I may have to start looking for one. I don't know how much more of this bullshit I can take before I just go off on someone and tell them what I REALLY think of their stupidity.
Maybe I should complain to HR. What would THEY do? Not a damned thing, either. Nobody gives a fuck. It'll take some dramatic slap in the face to make these idiots wake up and take notice then they'll act like they didn't know anything was "wrong" in the first place. Like 10,000 screaming emails aren't enough to convince them. Whatever.
So I am going to take 1/2 day off and go home and beat the dog. He deserves it. And he'll like it.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 12:18 PM
What do I love/hate about Pennsic? I'll start with the "hate" list because it will be much shorter.
1) It ends. It shouldn't. I should be able to live there year round if I so desire.
2) Ants and grasshoppers. I hate those stupid ants. They get everywhere. Spiders and mosquitos I don't mind but bats don't eat ants. And hoppers spit and leap into your clothes which is freaky.
3) Crappy showers. A dude sets up the camp shower and they haven't a clue how hard it is to wash waist-length hair in one of those damned things. Morons. If you go to the bathhouse the water is fucking freezing. Seriously. I've turned BLUE in there before (when it's like 90 degrees outside).
4) Dirty nails. Fingernails and toenails. No matter how much I wash they just don't seem clean.
That's about all I can think of right now.
What do I love about Pennsic? Oh, this is going to be long!
1) I can be myself. Completely and utterly. I don't have to "behave" or "make nice" or any crap like that. I can curse like a sailor, drink like a sailor and whore like a sailor. Guess that short of makes me a sailor by default, doesn't it? LOL!
2) There is no media. Except for the Independent but that doesn't really count. They just report the news (who won what battle). And the "unclassifieds" are a riot! There's no spin, no lame ass airbrushed ads. No anoxeric/coke thin models making me look like a sow. Nope. Dudes actually appreciate my tits and ass because it looks AWESOME in garb. (And out, truth be told - heeeee!)
3) I can keep my "natural" hours, eating times and potty times. No need to conform my body to the "corporate world" timeclock or sobriety scale.
4) I get to have FUN! YE GODS! Fun! Perish the thought that I could actually spend my time drinking, drumming, dancing and singing and not babysitting some fucktard half a world away! Which leads us to -
5) No motherfucking fucktards at work to deal with. That alone should be the entire top 10 list. Is it any wonder I'm dreading going in tomorrow? Even for half a day? Don't get me wrong - I enjoy what I do and the people I work directly with. It's just frustrating as hell most of the time to be treated like shit by other departments and held accountable for everything. Being a djinn is a thankless job, I tell you.
6) I realize that I can live without ~80% of the junk I have in my place. After I come home I always do a mass purge of stuff. Amazing really, how much junk you have that you don't really need. I get recalibrated in that way.
7) The heat. Yes, I said it. I enjoy the heat and being outside. The lake, the trees, the heat - I love it all.
8) The scenery. Just walking around seeing what everyone is doing - spinning, weaving, smithing - passed out in a ditch. It doesn't matter. I get to walk and walk and walk and see what everyone is up to and get ideas for my camp next year.
9) The people. Dang. On any given night you can hear (and participate in) some bizarre things. It's simply mind-boggling.
10) I can eat like a big ole piggy, drink like a fishy-fish and LOSE WEIGHT! Yes, people, you heard right! EAT all you WANT and LOSE weight! What is this wonderful thing you ask? Walking everywhere - hauling ice, laundry, water - you name it. Physical labor (aka "exercise"). It works. (Too bad I'm usually so exhausted after work that I just want to come home and collapse instead of hitting the ice or the gym.)
11) The feeling of the place. It's home. Plain and simple. It's so intimate and cozy. Granted, there are a few fucktards but nothing like I deal with on a "normal" basis. It just feels good there.
12) I get to take classes! On everything! It's great! I can soak up so much knowledge and keep my little brain just a smoking.
13) Shopping. Not that stupid mall shopping, either. We're talking handmade goods - leathers, armor, fabric, books, spices, musical instruments! All the things I adore!
14) The drums. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to sleep the first couple of nights you come home? There aren't any damned drums going. I miss those things. I put on all of my drumming CD's to keep them in the background so I CAN sleep.
15) There is absolutely NOTHING that I HAVE to do or anywhere I HAVE to be. I can just read, wander or stare off into space without a damned deadline hanging over my head or people jumping my shit. How many nights I laid there in that yurt staring up at the sky just thinking and no one said a word to me. It was wonderful.
What do I have to look forward to? Uhm, I'll be back in 50 weeks. Hell, maybe I might actually break down and go to Gulf Wars. Why not? I'll have the yurt paid for by then. I just don't want to drive thru the Smokies in February. Ugh.
Ah, well. I'm going to cry myself to sleep now. I can feel PPD setting in (post pennsic depression). :-(
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 10:09 PM
Standing in line for the peep show at the Men Without Pants Party when . . .
Don't believe me, do you? I didn't think so. Ah, well. No one believes my Pennsic stories eventho they are TRUE. So you can see why I pretty much keep my adventures to myself. Well, for the most part. Besides - "what happens at Pennsic STAYS at Pennsic". And thank ye gods for THAT.
Probably the reason it stays at Pennsic is because no one outside of there would believe it anyway! Just like you shake your head in disbelief that I was actually standing in line for a peep show at a party called "men without pants".
See? You see why I have to write fan fiction? I merely change the names to protect the guilty and make it believeable. Odd that.
But anyway - yes, I had a lovely time. Managed to kill Sailor Jerry and that fucking Captain Morgan (altho I admit Theo is the poor soul who foolishly tried to slay the Captain single handedly). Three bottles of rum became 1/2 a bottle one evening and put quite the hurtin' on me and several other idiotic individuals. But all is well. All the rum is GONE.
Why is the rum gone? We drank it ALL dammit! And it was GOOD! The Unholy Grail (cue the tamborine) made several unholy appearances and claimed quite a few new victims - er, converts.
They all uttered the famous last words "are you sure there's rum in this?" Oh, yeah baby. Pineapple rum that will surely lay the smack down on you as soon as you try to stand up!
Yes, so I drank lots of rum and beer and wine. Ate like a little piggy, shopped like a fiend (replenishing my supply of linen quite handsomely - mmmm), read some palms, took some classes, and played the drum like a mad thing and even played the zills a bit.
So yes, it was an AWESOME time. The yurt was totally AWESOME and is now MINE and I will claim it once the door is fixed properly. I will indeed post pix of my pasha pad so everyone can turn pea green with envy.
But for now I am going to grab some grub. We've all been jonesing mightily all week for salt - I've been licking it right out of the shaker but I'm a salt fiend anyway. Yum!
Maybe later I'll finish my "no shit, there I was" tale (tail) but I doubt it. You all will probably just have to read it over at one of the fan fic sites and draw your own conclusions. heh.
Mr. Wicked is sore pissed at me. He has a veritible list of crimes against him I've committed. Ah, well. As long as he doesn't hide the salt shaker we'll be just fine.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 10:40 AM
First off, let me apologize beforehand to anyone who reads this and is offended. Unless you're a fucktard. Then you can bite me.
This rant isn't aimed at anyone person in particular, it's just some things I need to get out and it's all sort of built up over the past month.
I am so fucking burnt out I just can't take it anymore. Day after day it's someone wanting more out of me and no one gives anything back.
Idiots at work thinking *I* can *make* people do their jobs; demanding explainations from me when *I* have committed no crimes; accusing me of slacking, holding up projects and generally being a good-for-nothing because I refuse to do their dirty work. Uhm - I failed to read that in the job description.
Just the general atmosphere of the place is really starting to get to me. I almost started crying today at lunch. It's time for me to get the fuck outta there before I snap. No one gives a shit about us. As long as we keep producing they won't change a damned thing. Fuck that.
I just feel like everyone wants something from me - constantly. Wanting attention, wanting me to *do* something, demanding more and more of me when there is nothing left to give. Fuck.
What do I have to do, people? Commit hari-karoke? When is someone going to give a fuck about ME??? I'm sick and tired of running around trying to smooth over everything and make nice with everyone and do what everyone wants me to do.
No, I don't fucking FEEL like dealing with your shit. I've got enough of my own, thankyouverymuch. Take your shit elswhere. We're all stocked up around here.
I'm so sick and tired of attending to everyone else and no one gives a fuck. They will just move on if I leave so why should I even bother to try to do anything? It's just a waste of my time and the more I do the more people want.
Well, I'm sick of it, you hear? Sick to death of listening to you and trying to make you happy cause, you know what? You ain't ever gonna be happy. So go fuck yourself and leave me alone. Whatever it is you want, you can get it from someone else. You can just deal with it.
I just want to run away. Fortunately tomorrow I will have that chance. I will run and run and run back to my secret hideout in my yurt. Away from the fucking phones, the damned email, the accursed work! Far, far away into a land that time forgot.
For nearly two weeks I will be happy and no one will demand anything of me save "pass the rum!" If I don't want to show my face all day and lay up in my yurt crying well, that's ok. No one is going to ride my ass or demand that I stop so I can *DO* what THEY want me to. Nope.
Sweet bliss to be left alone and have nothing demanded of you! No one WANTING anything or sniveling about God knows what.
And WTF is up with this temp nosing into everyone business? And WHY does he keep thinking *I* should be able to answer his fucking questions? WTF???
For example - someone comes into the office and starts talking about their vacation. The temp is sitting right there, eavesdropping quite obviously.
The vaca person leaves and the temp says, "did he just say he was going to X? Wow! When?" And proceeds to give me the third degree. WTF??? Why didn't you ASK YOURSELF????? I don't know and if I didn't ask the question I don't CARE!!!
Imagine that! I don't fucking CARE!!! If you want to know - go ASK X! Don't bug me about it! Geez! And if I say "I don't know" that fucking means "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW"!!! Got it?
Also I must add - I'm not a fucking mind reader most of the time. Deal with it. I don't really have the time to consult the tea leaves or the innards of a goat or whatever in the fuck you think I should be consulting to find out what's going on in that pea brain of yours. If I'm supposed to KNOW something you damned well best be telling me. Got it?
Ah. That almost feels good to get that out. I think I might go to bed now. I'm quite tired and drained.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 8:23 PM
Not a garden party!
The yurt is up. The booze is chillin', the corn is soaking and I'm getting anxious. Two more days until freedom.
First. The yurt. A thing of beauty. Once we got it set up. Seems that the yurt dude's help didn't show up (go figure) so he was trying to set up a 24' yurt with only one other dude. That's rather time-consuming.
So FINALLY about 1pm me, D, Mike, the yurt and the yurt man head back to camp to set up MY yurt. The door was a total BITCH. It took us an hour to get it framed. It won't take that long again - it was just because it was a new door frame and this was the first time it was completely put together.
Once the door was up raising the roof was easy. Then covering it wasn't a problem.
I'm just fascinated by this thing (in case you hadn't noticed). It's so simple and elegant - a thing of beauty and yet so damned sturdy and portable. It's like the ultimate cool thing. Portable, reliable, simple - it's quite impressive. The engineering design is wicked. And you can hang a hammock from the ring in the center and it will hold. It's that gravity/tension thing going on. Incredible.
And the design is like 2000 years old! Simply amazing. I'm in love with this yurt. With it's simplicity and ingenuity. LOL! Just like I'm in love with my blue dress when I dance because the way it moves.
I was seriously salivating at that 24' yurt. Talk about your party palace! We'd have that place ROCKIN'. Mmmmm.
Ah - anyway. Mass hysteria is still running rampant at work but I don't care. I'm leaving. They can just scream and cry at someone else. I'm tired of listening to it. Needless to say, I no longer answer the phone if it's an outside call. I know who it is, I know what they want and I don't want to hear it.
For some reason these idiots seem to think that *I* can *make* people *do* their jobs. Uh, no. You know that "ladder of success"? Well, I'm the DIRT that ladder sits on so you'd best be looking somewhere else for *make*.
What the hell these people think I can do is beyond me. They are higher up the food chain than I am. If they can't *make* an idiot do their jobs WTF makes them think *I* can *make* someone? Amazing.
Saddest of all is they won't go over anyone's head. Shit, I will. If write someone 3 times and they don't answer (or have an out of office auto reply) I keep going up the food chain until someone answers me. It usually doesn't take long. Maybe two layers up and suddenly there's all sorts of co-operation going on.
Maybe that's why they keep bugging me. They know I won't hesitate to bitch to a higher up. Well, I'm tired of doing everyone's dirty work. If they aren't willing to do it themselves then it must not be that important, huh? Yeah. STFU then.
Enough about that. I'll be gone soon. Free to roam about and skirmish Captain Morgan at will.
Somehow the tops of my feet got sunburned. Very odd. I had on shorts but my legs didn't get any sun. The tops of my feet are burned, tho. It looks really stupid. How that happened I don't know. My shoulders and chest got sun but there's none on my face or legs. Just my shoulders and the tops of my feet. I'm a freak!
When I finally leave to return I will be taking my clothes. Sad thing is my clothes will probably take up my entire vehicle. Hey, I loves my garb, dammit!
Mr. Wicked is pissed off at me. He's just split completely. I kinda wonder if he'll return. More than likely. But still. He's rather disgusted with the entire me-leaving-and-not-paying-any- attention-to-him thing. I think he'll survive, tho. He's had worse experiences. At least, according to him. I don't see how my leaving for a while could be so traumatic to him. He's just trying to make me feel guilty.
Well, I'm not buying it! We're all stocked up here. Go sell guilt somewhere else!
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 7:16 PM
OK. Today is the day. War beings. Land grab tomorrow. I arrive tomorrow. Yurt set up on Sunday. Then three days of hell until FREEDOM! Woooo! I'm so excited! Can you tell? Just to be out of this damned place and away from the bitching, moaning and hysteria will be so wonderful.
Of course, now everyone wants to be hateful and not help out but that's ok. I've done all I can do and it people want to be hags there's nothing I can do about it. So there.
I'm leaving and they can't stop me. HA! I can taste my freedom!
Last night I went home and picked up Ugly's fur. The lady comes by to pick it up today. That will be my gas money to the war. HA! About time that snot-blowing mutt earned his keep! LOL! (Of course I had to fill up his little 'love tank' while I was home - I chased him around, threw him on the couch and 'beat' him. Then I pulled him into my lap and loved on him. He's something else).
Something weird must happen to me when I skate. I dunnot what it is. For whatever reason, once I get off the ice and back into public, people are like "you've lost weight" or "you look so good". WTF??? I think my nefarious plan must be working - you know the one - where I put a gallon bucket of candy on my desk and everyone eats it but I don't. Yeah. They get fat and make me look thin in comparison. LOL!
Hey - don't knock it - it works! LOL! Either that or it IS true - skating is better than sex to me. At least I must look at lot better after I skate. Probably more happy and relaxed. That wouldn't surprise me. It certainly FEELS that way to me.
Ah. Anyway - I didn't get a chance to start loading up the car last night - I stayed at my parents until about 9pm. So tonight I'm going to have to catch up. That shouldn't be too bad unless it starts raining. It's threatening to, it looks like.
OH, while I was home dad gave me this like, 2 liter bottle of Black Velvet Whiskey. I know what WE will be imbibing on Saturday night! LOL! Good thing someone ELSE is setting up my shelter on Sunday. I have a feeling I'm not going to be wanting to do much of anything. LOL! That liver'd better get ready to RUMBLE!
Just to be out of here is going to be wonderful. I've got a lot of stuff to wrap up but it's no big deal. I should be able to do most of it today and then next week.
Of course, there are SOME who think I should remain here. *looks around in annoyance* But HE has had my undivided attantion for nearly 8 months now and I think it's time I had a little fun on my own. It wouldn't surprise me in the least to have him crash my fun, tho. But I'll be too intoxicated/relaxed to care. HA!
And I don't think this company is going to go under if I leave. Let's face it, if it were going to go under, it would have done so when the Master Batcher left. Me running off for two weeks shouldn't even show up as a blip on the radar.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 10:36 AM
And counting! Then I'm free (for the most part). I'll return on Sunday to work three days then flee.
AND - AND! I finally got ahold of Yurts R Us and they have agreed to let me rent one of their yurts at Pennsic! WOOOOOO! Sweet! So awesome! I've been wanting to try one of these things for years - actually had blueprints to build one but I thought they were too hard to set up alone. But after talking to this dude I see I was misinformed. One person can set one of his up in 2 hours. Yeah, I know it's not like 20 minutes but hey - he says he can do it in 1/2 hour (the more you do it the better you get at it).
I'm sooooooo excited! I've wanted to get one of these things for years but I just couldn't bring myself to part with the $$$ and then when they were renting them I thought that would be a great opportunity to try one. But I was lazy and kept hearing how you couldn't set them up on Runestone Hill, they are too hard to set up, blah, blah, blah. But then I just decided to call and talk to the dude and rent one just to see. So I'm renting one. We'll see how this goes.
I've finished one of my Ghwazee coats - now I've got to do the other - just hemming it up. I'm still kinda bummed that I don't have more linen than I thought I did. I was hoping to make some more undergarments but - ah. That's ok.
There's still more hysteria going on at work but I just don't care anymore. I'm leaving and they can't stop me. So there! All of their bitching, complaining and hysterics are going to get them NOTHING.
Someone finally got wise and realized that I had twice as many projects as everyone else. Hmmmm. The excuse was "we need your expertise elsewhere". Yeah, right. Whatever. They want me to get caught up. I've got paperwork from FEBRUARY that I still haven't turned in. Sad, isn't it? Yeah, well, since the Master Batcher ran off that has left ME as the individual with the most experience with all of the formulas (which is freaking scary as hell!)
Tomorrow is practice and honestly, I haven't even thought about skating. Just sewing and packing and getting ready to leave. Ah, well. I don't think we'll be doing any doubles because I only have a 15 minute lesson. I think we're doing combo spins but I could totally be on drugs. We'll find out. I don't feel up to doubles tomorrow but that could change.
I've still got a bunch of stuff to pack. Doing the laundry now for underwear and socks. I've drug everything out of the closet I just need to find something to put it in to haul it. I have a big nylon shipping bag I think I'll put it in.
I completely intend to live like a Sultana at Pennsic this year. Indeed! Jealous, bitches? Heh! I thought so! But don't worry - you can come and enjoy the view from my yurt!
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 7:50 PM
To Pennsic I can feel it. I've got my little countdown clock running. It says "4 days, 13 hours, 17 minutes". Wheeeeeeeee! I'm soooooooo going away and no one can stop me! Oh, my vaca is so well deserved after all the drama/hysterics of the past week. And this one is shaping up to be just as bad.
I'm getting nasty grams from Asia wondering why X hasn't done his job. OK. Why don't you ASK X and not me? That would be the logical thing to do, people. If X isn't in the office or isn't doing his job why is it MY problem? Trust me, if it were in my power to lay the smack down on these idiots, the smack would get laid down in a big ugly way.
Speaking of Ugly - someone maniac wants his HAIR! ROFL!!! I couldn't believe it! There was an ad on the bulletin board for Peke hair. I don't even wanna know. Someone is going to PAY for his friggin' FUR! LOL! Oh, I'd shave his rotten hide BALD for sure! LOL! I don't know how much they want or what it's worth to them - no one has returned my call yet - but it will be highly amusing to see what this is about and how much I can get out of the mutt. It's about time his spoiled hide was put to WORK! HA!
Thus far no one has scolded me for blowing off the company picnic. I'm just waiting for it, tho. What's the big deal, anyway? Wasn't I in here working and trying to keep the world from ending? Geez, I feel like Batgirl sometimes.
But I will get my play time. Oh, yes I will! Free of Mr. Wicked, free of work, free of all responsibility and obligations. My only concerns will be "where's my drink?" and "where are my panties?" LOL!! And I probably won't give a damn about the panties after Sunday anyway. LOL!
Ah, I so deserve to get away from this madness. To have nothing more to worry about than "should I get off of my lazy azz and go to belly dance class or should I go back to sleep and maybe roll out of bed in time for drumming class?" Unfortunately, there isn't any room service - otherwise I'd not stir until the freakin' sun drove me out of my tent.
Here's my tentative schedule - wake up about 10am. Brush teeth, drink lots of water. Read the paper and eat breakfast. Maybe take a shower and put on clothes. Maybe just sit there. Debate these two options until the sun goes down. Put on High Priestess of Debauchery Vestments. Fill Unholy Grail with alcohol. Go for a walk looking for converts. Fall into bed fat drunk and happy. Lather, Rinse and repeat. Sounds like torture, doesn't it?
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, the world is ending, mass hysteria is running rampant, dogs are breeding with cats and I'm blissfully oblivious to the entire thing. For, my dear, there are no phones where I am going. Nor electric. Nor "outsiders". And I don't have a cell phone, either. There is no way for anyone from this layer of hell to reach me or find me even. HA! Oh, the sweet freedom! (Of course, my mother has her own "maternal hotline" to me but that's it.)
For over 12 days I will be completely and utterly FREE from any bitching, moaning, obligations whatsoever and it will be wonderful! Is it any wonder I mope around for days after it's over?
Just to jerk my chain, I got called for freakin' jury duty on the day I would normally leave. Rrrrrr! Means I'll have to leave a day before I'd like to. Rrrrr! But still - I'll be able to hit midnight madness and MWOP. Heh. But I'll have to miss "ladies night" again and I'm kinda bummed about that. I was rather looking forward to maybe sticking around for it this year. So bogus!
This weekend I did some packing. It never ceases to amaze me how much garb I have. There should be an award for excessive garb above and beyond the call of human decency. I wold certainly win it. LOL! Of course, my mundane wardrobe is woefully inadequate but I have some serious garb.
I'm rather disappointed that I don't have as much linen as I thought I had squirrelled away. So bogus! Apparently, I've already made it into stuff. But it's good stuff - I just thought I had more. Oh, well. I'll just buy more.
This week I've got to do my grocery shopping and finish up the last bit of sewing. Also need to finish the packing. I've managed to get most of it rounded up - I just need to re-consolidate it from the various outings over the summer.
Ah! I'll leave on Friday I think. Or Saturday morning. Return Sunday night. Work Monday, Tuesday and possibly Wednesday. Then I will disappear into the Middle Ages until I am recalled for bogus jury duty. Ah! It will be so nice!
To hell with those idiots! I'm going away!
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 8:51 AM
