I finally gave in and bought a new computer. Yes, this time I got a Mac. I figured what the hell. Just not having the fucking thing CRASH all the time will be worth it. Not to mention having to pay an arm and a leg for virus protection every year.
Of course I'm still a bit unsure (as I always am with anything that costs over $100). I mean, this thing cost as much as my yurt, right? And I can't live in it! (Maybe in some odd way I can, tho). And I don't quite understand it (it took me about 15 minutes to figure out how to get a disc to eject from the drive) but I'm getting there.
I have to admit it is a lovely thing - so simple and elegant. No giant box in the floor with wires hanging out of it everywhere. Just a flat screen monitor and a keyboard with a mouse. Very strange and wonderful that all of "that stuff" fits in that space so neatly.
So it's sitting on a crate - it's compact enough that I don't NEED that gigantic desk anymore where my old computer is. I'll probably get rid of it after war (the desk, I mean. I'll keep the computer for a while). Yesterday I spent most of my afternoon transferring info from my old computer to my new one.
The big major suck is the music won't transfer outright. THAT is totally bogus. It (the mac) wants to put everything in iTunes eventho it was saved on CD as MP3. Ugh. But hey, if that's the only bogus thing, I'm golden.
Oooo - I just talked to Bean. She said to save as data and I'll be good. Yay! It'll save more room on each disk as well. That will be nice.
She was very glad to hear that I finally broke down and got one. Now I think I've officially entered geekdom. Altho I'm still retaining the rights to leave at any time (since I'm not really a geek - not like "them").
Preparations for war - still going strong. Everything is ready. Tonight I go home and do a dry run of loading the beams and the walls. Yesterday I drove the interstate with one of my totes strapped to the trunk of the car. That worked quite well altho I'll need to put some tape on the place where the hooks hit. It didn't scratch the car, but I don't want to take any chances.
I'll need to secure the lid a bit better against the wind. It stayed down but I'm concerned if I get caught in a big storm it might shift and cause me to lose it. That would suck majorly.
Tonight I'm going to try and strap the walls down to the roof of the car. I have a pretty fair idea of how it will work. I just need to drive on the highway to make sure it's stable under speed. The tote I was pretty sure of. The walls not so much. But hey, that's why dad is there, right? He's done it before.
I'll need to make a run for the border to pick up more booze, tho. Probably do that on Saturday. I'm thinking a few more bottles of Sailor Jerry rum should about do it. I have one bottle now and a big old bottle of tequila. That should keep us saturated for a few days anyway. And we can always hit the liquor store in town (even if it IS more expensive).
The front room is now full of my gear. I got all of the clothes packed this weekend altho I'm still finding things here and there that I can't live without. You know how it is. I'll probably be adding/subtracting stuff right up until the very minute the last thing goes into the car. That's usually how it is. But somehow I manage.
Mom's clutching her pearls about me putting stuff on top of the car. "The cops are gonna pick you up!" Please. As long as everything is secure, what gripe do they have?
That's it for now. I'm getting antsy wanting to just get there and pitch the yurt. Ooooo - so much fun! So little time!
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 8:28 AM
Man, am I sore and tired. Ugh! I had practice on Wednesday and I wanted to goof off, right? Why not. I haven't just goofed off in a while.
So we're doing all this old (I mean OLD Ice Capades) stuff - jumps and spins. I'm trying to do a flying sit spin and my pro says, "jump then snap into position". OK, now "jump" to me means "hurl your body into space with great force" so this is what I did.
Unfortunately, she really meant "hop".
I hurl my body into space and end up doing the most massive belly flop in the world right on the ice. Shit, that hurt like hell! I think the inside of my right foot was the first thing to hit because it got numb. Then my boobs, then ribs and right elbow. It knocked the wind out of me and I just layed there like "uuuuuhhhh????"
I got up real slow and skated over to my coach who had this look of horror on her face - hell the whole damned RINK had "that look" of "OMFG!" Everyone has done it and everyone knows what it feels like.
My pro - "oh my God! Are you ok?"
I just nod yes.
"Did it knock the air out of you?"
I nod. I wanted to say "it hurts like fuck!!" But I didn't have the breath.
When I finally caught my breath she told me to skate it off. I'm like "you realize I'm going to have to try that again. Just so I'm not afraid to do it later."
It was then we realized the different interpretations of "jump" vs "hop". As soon as she said, "it's just a hop, not a jump." I was like "oh, ok. DUH!" And I could do it. Or at least get the technique down.
Needless to say, after that tangle with the yurt, my ribs were still sore and now they are uber tender after that fall. My right elbow is completely black and very sore. I've been icing it but it still hurts. I don't think I broke/fractured anything altho I was a bit worried about my foot.
It went completely numb then stung like hell. Probably just having it in the boot saved it from really getting hurt. It doesn't even have a bruise on it now, tho and it feels fine.
Work is just a hag - people were bitching at me because they wanted me to bring "their" favorite junk food to a meeting and I wanted to bring yummy stuff like brie and fruit. So I had to buy a bunch of shit that I don't eat so they wouldn't bitch. Fuck them. Next time it's brie and fruit and caviar. If you savages don't like it you can fucking STARVE!!
And, of course, the fate of western civilization is at stake because these stupid formulas haven't been approved. Like how many times do I have to tell you people? I can't *make* someone do their damned job.
Here's a novel idea - I'll give YOU a list of all the miscreants and YOU go pester them. Why not? You sure bug the shit outta me constantly.
And let's not even talk about the fucking server going down 2x a day (I shit you not - it's an average of two times a DAY the fucker goes down). So how in the hell am I supposed to get any work done OR have anyone approve your shit when the fucking server won't even come up long enough for it?
I'm just irritated to death with the party line around here. Yeah, you idiots just keep telling yourself that this is the best company - we operate and have systems/hardware that is absolutely the WORST. There are mom & pop operations that have better servers. And we can fucking AFFORD to have the latest and greatest but we're forced to limp along like a Byzantine throwback.
But you know what? It don't fucking matter. In little over a week I will be FREE! FREE! Vacation! Pennsic! Yay! No phones, no electricity, no internet. Nobody bothering me AT ALL. And they won't even miss me - they'll find someone else to browbeat. Which is fine with me.
I'm wondering how Mike is going to handle not speaking to me and yet wanting to hang out at our camp all week. Because that's what he does. He doesn't have anyone else to hang around with so he's always hanging with me and D. But since he's no longer speaking to me (HIS choice, I might add - he just up and decided he was no longer going to speak to me and I still don't know why. Fuck him.) it's going to be rather awkward. But it's not my problem, now, is it? Nope!
The hell with everyone! It's Friday and my ribs hurt. Bitches better stand back! I'm tired of the BS. Again.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 12:08 PM
My stupid POS has decided, for whatever reason, to do something very funky and uncalled for. I think it's my monitor (it's been acting weird for the last couple of months and I'm just too damned cheap/lazy to worry about it). So now the text is like GIGANTIC and it only has 16 colors. Fucked up.
But it's a good excuse to go get a new one (something I've been threatening to do for a while now). Altho I'll have to wait until Mercury goes out of retrograde ont he 29th. And probably until after Pennsic. No point having the computer here when I'm not going to be here.
Yesterday I went home to take mom her caks and beat The Creature. Poor old geezer - he's deaf as a post! When I came in, he was laying down the hall staring at the garage door where dad had left. I walk in, start talking to mom and he still doesn't hear me. So I walk to the other end of the hall and yell "HEY!" Well, he jumps right up and runs to me. I had to laugh at him.
He didn't want a beatin' so I just gave him some love. And I had to cut his grinch feet down - he kept biting his one foot and when I went to trim it, it looked like it had been bleeding under his pad. Mom and I took him into the bathroom and put some peroxide on it. He stopped chewing it after that so either it tasted bad or it stopped bothering him.
Dad and I went to look at trailer hitches for my car. I think I'm going to need to get a "platform" to haul all of my stuff to Pennsic. It will end up costing me about $300 total and I dunno if I want to spend that just yet. I don't "need" it. But I don't "need" a new computer, either.
So - I'm still debating about the trailer hitch. We'll see.
Today I've been priming the yurt rafters. I wanted to have them all primed and now they are. Yesterday I did some packing - the kitchen stuff and the bedclothes - pretty much everything but the clothes. I'll probably do that next weekend. I need to do the laundry before I pack underwear and that.
I'm trying to download all of my music, ect. to CDs so I can upload them into a new computer when (if) I get one. I've gotten everything downloaded except for my music. I had no idea I had so much music on this thing! Amazing!
Now I'm tired and hungry and I think I'm going to take a shower and lay around the rest of the day. I probably should cook something but I'm going to take a shower first. I'm covered in paint and I've been sweating all day. And I need to wash my hair.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 4:29 PM
I must admit this now and it sucketh mightily. I will, however, continue to fight against decrepitness.
Ready for some serious TMI? If not, I would advise you to stop reading now 'cause it's gonna get ugly. Real ugly.
For the last one-two years when Aunt Flo visits I started passing large blood clots. This was very odd and it concerned me. So I went to my GP and she did a pelvic exam. Everything came back normal. My latest was in November and everything was normal, right?
Well, about this spring I had started getting tired and was just run down. I thought maybe I was anemic. So I went BACK to the doctor last month and told her I thought I was anemic and it was due to my heavy periods and clotting. She said that clotting was normal and ran some blood work.
Yeah, I am slightly anemic so she recommended a multi-vitamin which I have been taking. And that seems to have helped.
So July rolls around and it's time for Aunt Flo to visit. Damn! I dunno how I can bleed so much and live! I mean, honestly!
On Saturday I went home to set up the yurt. I bled and clotted so much I thought I had a miscarriage. THAT is how big those blood clots were. It scared me. Bad.
Sunday was ok - normal. Monday was normal as well. Tuesday it was all over - everything perfectly normal, business as usual. Wednesday I was at work and getting ready to go to practice at lunch. Suddenly, I could just feel "it".
I ran down to the bathroom and I had started bleeding A LOT. Now THAT scared me. I had to go home and change my clothes (needless to say I missed practice). I called mom and she clutched her pearls all over the place telling me to go to the doctor. Well I HAVE gone to the doctor and she tells me I'm fine and clotting is normal.
Then Paula calls me out of the blue asking about something. So I talk to her about it (since I know she's had some female problems in the past). She told me it's probably fibroids and I need to get it taken care of immediately. Seems she had the exact same thing - only it started happening to her in her 20's.
Just talking to her made me feel a lot better - like someone believes me that there's something wrong and gives me a name for it. I got the number of her GYN so I called today. Figures this is their day off. So I'll call tomorrow.
She told me to get a pelvic ultrasound and they should be able to tell me if that is, indeed the problem and what can be done about it.
I'm not having pain, really. But all of this blood is freaking me the hell out! It's not right to bleed like that for so long. It's weird and frightening and it needs to STOP!
Apparently having these sort of cysts is not uncommon in women my "age". Fah! Like I'm 90 or something.
Hopefully the GYN will be in tomorrow so I can go see him and find out what's going on. But if he thinks I'm going to miss Pennsic he's sadly mistaken. Blood or no blood I'm going, dammit! And they can't stop me!
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 3:07 PM
for war. I mean the Pennsic war. Altho it would seem the rest of the world is at war as well. Too bad they can't play nice like WE do - nobody really dies and at the end of the day everyone has a beer together and tells tales.
This weekend I went home to set up the yurt and make sure I have everything ready to go for Pennsic. Had to do a dry run of the 2-person set up to make sure it would work, drill the holes, measure the poles, etc.
Saturday we set it up like normal with my brother helping. Then mom and I went to see "Pirates of the Caribbean 2". It was a lot of fun. I thought the movie was good and I enjoyed it. (Of course, that scene where the Big O is all wet, get his shirt ripped off and whipped as he's tied to the side of the ship was nearly enough to make me screech and blither like the stupid fangurl I am at heart! Oh, man! Just thinking about it is making me pant and squirm! Must stop thinking of it! Must STOP!)
Ahhh, anyway - *ahem* - the yurt. Yes, back to the yurt. The yurt is a safe thing to think about.
Sunday I got up early and went to Lowes to get the stuff I needed. When I got back dad and I were out in the driveway drilling test holes (to see what size we needed) when Aunt Jo stopped over. She said, "what are you two doing?" It was kind of funny. But it was nice to see her. She came inside to see mom for a bit then left. She said she was driving by and saw us out there so she thought she'd stop and talk. Which was nice.
After we got everything ready - had the right size hole, the drill bits set and the poles cut, dad had to go run some sugar over to Uncle Barry's so I took the yurt down.
It wasn't as hard as I thought and one person CAN do it. However, I ended up getting whacked pretty damned hard in the sternum with one of the rafters. I was standing on a stool pulling the rafters out of the ring when one of them slipped. It fell and hit me right in the center of my chest then scraped across my right boob, breaking my necklace and leaving a big old scratch.
It hurt! My poor chest is bruised pretty badly and it hurts to lay on my right side or have anything touching my chest. Ow! But I don't think it's broken. It doesn't FEEL broken (like when I cracked my ribs playing football). It's just very tender, swollen and bruised.
Needless to say, I was quite wiped out by the time Sunday afternoon rolled around. Dad and I got the yurt up using the support poles. He held the ring using the poles and I put the rafters in. So it can be done (and pretty quickly, too).
Now all we have to do is make sure everything can FIT into the car. I don't think that will be too much of a problem altho something might have to ride on the roof. (I'm thinking the canvas bag with the ropes, screws, tarps, etc. in it. It will be easy to tie down and it's waterproof).
Sunday as I was laying on the floor tormenting The Creature, someone knocked on the door. Turns out it was a dude from the local festival wanting to know if they could borrow my yurt! LOL! The Creature, of course, snarled, barked and frothed at the mouth like he was some vicious killer but as soon as he smelled the guy, he was like "ok" and walked away. That cracked me up!
I gave the guy the number of the place where I got my yurt and told him if they couldn't borrow one there, they could borrow mine. Altho I think they will want to cover the hieroglyphs on it. Middle Egyptian isn't exactly Mongolian but hey - it's MY yurt and I want to have hieroglyphs on it. So there! (This is also the yurt that displays all manner of pirate flag. We are nothing if not diverse!)
After I got home on Sunday, I took a nice long nappy-poo. I was very tired and very sore. All that drilling and lifting and hauling is tiring! Especially in the 90F heat! And I didn't even get a sunburn!
Abrupt change of thought - last weekend I had a nice long conversation with a dude who has an Archaeology degree. A drunken conversation but one that got me thinking nonetheless.
So last week I spent some time looking on line for masters degrees in archaeology or anthropology. After much searching, I finally found a place that offers at least something in my area of interest. So I've requested a catalog and all that. All I can do is look, right? The only thing that concerns me is writing a damned thesis. I mean, like WTF??? I have no burning issue or problem I want to solve. I just want to soak up all kinds of information.
Of course, I guess I could AUDIT all of the classes - pay half the cost and not have to write the paper but that sort of defeats the purpose, doesn't it? If I'm going to do all of the work I might as well get the degree. Because you can't get the degree without the thesis. Urg.
Somehow, some way there is a way to "marry" my love of archaeology with my love of medieval garb. I just have to find it. Hey - any suggestions out there in the blogosphere? Maybe I should run it by Drea. I'm sure she could come up with a suggestion or two.
But I'm going to wait until the semester starts after Pennsic. That way I know the cost and how much time I'm going to need to spend on this. I mean, I have skating, work, etc. to think about, right? But that's the good thing about distance learning - you can do it at night or on the weekends. Yay for that!
I'll have to get a new computer, tho. Mine seems to have bitten the dust. It locks up at every chance and it is starting to drive me to drink! (Like I need an excuse!)
It could be acting up because of the Mercury retrograde. It tends to do that. If so I have another week of this BS to put up with before it behaves. Sometimes I just want to hurl it out the window and be done with it, you know?
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 9:20 AM
Was had by all over this past weekend.
The Unholy Grail made its nefarious appearance on BOTH Friday and Saturday nights. Friday was a bit "tame" - mostly dancing and socializing. It was pretty fun.
Saturday, however - well, it got outta control. What do you expect?
I pretty much laid around all Saturday and worked on some embroidery. It was nice. As evening came around, people started cooking and drifting back into camp.
At about 9pm I took the Grail backstage for our local comedy troupe - they were going to put on a performance at 10pm and wanted to have a crack at it's unholiness before the unwashed masses realized the infernal cup was about. So I stayed backstage for a few then went to round up my comrades for the show.
After the show, I sort of wandered from camp to camp with the Grail. By the time I had canvased the area, the Grail was full of new booze, two glowsticks and dry ice. The smoking, bubbling and glow sticks made it look so very infernal! It was AWESOME!! People were taking pictures of it.
As the night wore on, I ended up over at this one camp where a bunch of people I knew were. I started drumming and other drummers answered me from a few camps over. So I walked over there and asked them to join us.
THAT, my friends, was the catalyst. The drumming started, the dancing soon followed. I got out the zills, someone else had a tambourine, a flute showed up and started playing and the party was ON!
The liquor flowed freely from the grail, the sound of drums could be heard over the land, there was much dancing and talking and telling of tales. It was a blast!
We ended up killing off at LEAST (what we could count - lying around) 14 bottles of liquor (mostly rum, some tequila and some whiskey). Oh, the carnage! We danced and drummed and drank until dawn. Damn, it was fun!
Mostly I like the dancing and the drumming. Lately I've been doing quite a bit of dancing instead of drumming but that's ok. I'll drum my ass off at Pennsic because there are plenty of dancers there.
Methinks I'm going to have to get some shakey-things to make noise with. That way I can play a bit of backup to the drums if I feel like it. And sometimes I loan out my drum if I'm going to dance but I still would like to make noise.
I can't tell you how many people came up to me on Sunday morning and said, "wow! That was so much fun! Did you guys plan that?" Uh, no. That stuff just sort of happens.
The guy who's camp we invaded came over Sunday as I was packing up and I asked him how he was doing. "Better than I have a right to be," he said.
"Dude, I'm sorry about the mess. We sorta just took over your camp," I said.
He started laughing. "Are you kidding? That was a blast! There wasn't much of a mess - just empty bottles laying everywhere. And there was a black bra on the table - do you know anything about that?" He asked.
Hey - you know it was a hella time if undergarments ended up being left lying about! LOL!
Believe it or not, after staying up all night and getting only a 2 hour nap I went to skating practice and worked on my double salchow. Am I a glutton for punishment or what? I swear I was still saturated. Damn, I was tired as hell on Sunday night.
But it was so worth it. Of course, there were other activities that took place during the wee hours but I don't care to divulge any of that. One never knows who may inadvertently stumble upon my ramblings and get the right idea. hehehehe!
Today I had practice again at lunch. It's raining like a ho-bag out there but my back really isn't bothering me like it did last week. Maybe it was just the weather change. I dunno.
Today we worked on my moves for my test. They are actually coming along quite nicely. Then on to Axels. Ugh. But they are getting much much better. And they aren't nearly as difficult as I thought. It's more mental than anything.
It really helps if you keep your head up but I'm not going to mention that again. I have a bad habit of looking down (concentration). Maybe I'm finally breaking that habit! Yay!
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 1:22 PM
Yesterday the price of gas broke $3/gallon. Very odd. Feels like being in Europe again.
Tonight I'm having a massage. My back is feeling soooooo much better today. I think swimming yesterday and being in the hot tub for a bit really helped it. Or maybe some hoo-doo. Who knows? I'm just glad it's stopped hurting like a mo' fo'.
I need to get the oil changed in the car and pack the rest of my stuff up for tomorrow. Packing shouldn't be a big deal since I've left most of the stuff in the car. I just need to pack the food, dishes and clothes - stuff that couldn't stay in the car. Not a big deal.
Last night I didn't do much but go over some planetary charts and round up some pix I took in the Louvre. Sort of an odd combination, huh? Yeah, well.
I went swimming for a while then came home and did that stuff. It was nice swimming. I might do it again tonight if I have the time. Have a few errands to run after my message so I don't know if I will get to it.
Tomorrow I'm off camping again. It's pirate weekend - YAR! So I get to drink rum and misbehave. Like that's something out of the ordinary. heh!
I still need to paint my toenails. I just HATE not having painted toenails - I feel completely naked when they aren't painted (which is very very rare). They're painted now, but the paint is chipping so I need to re-do them.
Work is a pain as usual. Lots of crises going on - the world ending - you know, the usual. I've been passing out dumb looks left and right. The hell with them. I'm tired of people acting like this is the emergency room at Bellvue when NOTHING we do is even REMOTELY life threatening.
Idiots just go nuts acting like it is. Well, they need to get a life. And a clue.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 4:02 PM
Lots of things have been going on lately. So this is going to be a pretty long and probably disjointed collection of random thoughts. But isn't it always?
No particular order, just in the order they occur to me (which may or may not be chronologically correct but hey - it's MY spacetime continuum so it's all good).
Chapter One - Steve and I are "officially" caput. Meaning no more peter for me. Seems he's found some chick that wants a LTR instead of just a plaything. Who would have thought a DUDE would want to settle down? WTF?
I can't really be angry at him. We've discussed this at length. He wants a LTR and I just wants a plaything. And we both agreed that if one or the other found someone who better met our needs then all bets were off.
Well, he's found someone and done gotten into her pants so I'm on the outs. *sad face* Yeah, it hurts but he was honest and told me straight up (which I appreciate) so I really have no cause to gripe or complain. Don't make it feel any better, tho.
Just going to be weird having him around and not able to grope him at will. *sigh*
Someone hide the Big O - I'm back on the market and more determined than ever to get my grubby paws on Mr. Lickalicious!
Chapter Two - Mike is no longer speaking to me for reasons I don't quite know or comprehend.
We've known each other for quite a while - about 7 years or so and I thought we were pretty good friends. Well, it would seem that the guy he's been hanging around with lately is a mysognist of the nth degree and has been feeding into Mike's own paranoia.
Unbeknownst to me Mike has some SERIOUS ego issues. Meaning, he thinks he's the Big O when he's actually more like Marty Feldman. He's started to take his ego bit too far and actually tried to get some girl fired from his bank because she wouldn't date him. Now, mind you, this chick didn't know him from Adam. Mike just walks in and she's friendly to him (because that's the way the chicks at the bank ARE) and HE thinks she's coming ON to him!! WTF?
Yeah. So, honestly, I had no idea he was so fucked up. Why's he mad at me? Because I won't date him. And he's been trying to get into my pants from the day we met.
This guy he's now hanging out with has convinced Mike that they are too good for any female and they don't even need to be civil to a chick THEY feel has "done them wrong". So he up and just stopped talking to me one day. No "fuck you" no nothing. Just like he dropped off the face of the earth. Rude as fuck if you ask me.
That rather hurt my feelings. Dude, YOU have issues. Taking your massive ego out on ME is NOT very mature. I haven't DONE anything. Just pisses me off. Had I known he was going to be such a weiner, I'm sure I could have made his anger at me worthwhile. Fuck.
Chapter Three - My back hurts like a MOTHER! Missed practice today because it hurts so bad. Didn't go home yesterday because it hurt. It's gonna rain - bad - and I wish it would just get to it and stop with this torture! Shit fire! My pro said I should ice it. I'll try that tonight. Tylenol doesn't seem to help. NEED DRUGS!
Chapter Four - Mom said the baby was bleeding in the bathroom about two weeks ago. She didn't know from where but it looked to me like he had bitten his tongue. He SEEMS fine but that's just weird. I want her to take him to the vet. I would just die if anything happened to that snot-blower!
Chapter Five - My weekend was spent in front of the TV watching my Xfiles DVD. An X files marathon that has made me increasingly paranoid. I really should stop watching that stuff.
I got seasons 3, 4 and 5. They were having a sale - buy two, get one free so I couldn't resist. And these are the GOOD ones. Some of them just crack me up - the references they make. Quite amusing.
Scully to Mulder "can you please explain the scientific basis for 'the whammy'?" LMAO! Classic!
Chapter Six Days until Pennsic - about 30. I still haven't managed to devise my little thingy to pitch my yurt. Oh, I have a plan formulated but I will have to go home and pitch the yurt, take measurements, curse and cut. Then take the yurt down and put it back up using the thingy I will fabricate.
'Cause I have neither the inclination nor the patience to figure out the height of the ring from the ground based on the angle of the roof and the height of the walls. Fuck that. That's what engineers are for.
Besides, I've got to pitch it anyway to make sure it will acutally WORK. Theoretically it will because it's the traditional way of pitching them. But I don't want to find out at Pennsic that it don't work. That would suck.
Of course NONE of these plans will bear fruit if my fucking back doesn't stop hurting! Arrrggghhh!
Of Note - Mercury is going into retrograde today and will stay in retrograde until July 29th. Communication gets messed up. Electronics don't want to work. And don't buy anything electronic if you can help it - they never work right. (Or be sure to get the extra warranties offered).
Camping this weekend! Yar! It's a Pirate theme! Yay! Plenty of rum for all! With enough rum and the moonlight I should be able to numb my back considerably. At least I hope so.
My books are due at the library and I need something good to read. I was going thru my books the other day and I'm quite astounded at the collection I've managed to amass over the years. Of course 90% of it is non-fiction.
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The Rogue Goddess saw shadows dancing at 4:08 PM
