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kellan_the_tabbyI seem to have sort of lost track of the whole posting every day thing, huh?
Yeah, well. I've been busy.
I'm still working selling the pr0n, though I don't know how much longer that's going to last. This not-getting-paid thing has got to stop.
In related news, I've gotten my own place. It's a tiny little one-bedroom apartment but it is MINE MINE ALL MINE and I love it. It's out on the edge of town so on a good night I can hear the coyotes. I can't see the mountains from my place - there's another building in the way - but all I have to do is go outside and walk a bit, and there they are. I just don't think I'll ever get used to them...much less tired of them.
I also got a new rat cage on the cheap from the Salvation Army (which has also supplied quite a bit of lovely furniture). It's immense - 14x30x30 inches - and my boys are really happy with it. Of course, now I'm looking at it and thinking I need more rats...
The Salvation Army furniture around here is amazing in both volume and quality. So is the furniture next to the dumpsters. There's a lovely tradition of unofficial recycling here - each dumpster has a spot next to it for stuff you don't want any more, but someone else might. I've made off well from these spots, and the stuff I didn't want, someone else happily took.
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brat_grrl moving in last weekend, we now have four-count-them-four SCAdians in the same apartment complex. One more, and we can start a canton. I figure me and meradudd can mudwrestle over who gets to be herald, and whoever loses has to be seneschal.
Wait. That'd probably be me. Damn.
In other news? I am a moosh. There are now _four_ cats in my life. Shanti wandered past work one day, underfed and matted as hell, and was such a bumping purring total love that, well, y'all know what I'm like. Pictures are on their way,bloolark, I promise. Cat integration is going slowly but steadily, since I've learned a lot about how to do it since the last time it didn't work. :/
I went to my first Outlands event last weekend. A lot of fun, if...odd. Event announcements during court? Bowing to thrones? (That part, at least, I knew about ahead of time.) No merchants, but that's apparently unusual out here, too. And then there was Caer Galen Musican Chairs. Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to tell you that I am a wuss.
I grew up playing ice hockey, mind you. In the Philly area. In the mid to late 70s. At times the puck was only peripherally involved. Other times, we gave up on the concept of the puck entirely and just whaled at each other with hockey sticks. That chip out of my front tooth? Ice hockey.
I will _not_ play Caer Galen Musical Chairs. It's too rough for me.
They _budget_ for broken chairs.
They _budget_ for them.
...
It was, however, a _lot_ a lot of fun to watch. And I learned how to play Mah-johngg (a little), and met a lot of people, and helped a newbie have fun at her first event ever, and ate a really good feast, and got to watch bothmeradudd and fairmanthequick get well-deserved awards, and carried over my tradition of being Who's That Girl in the Men's Changing Room Oh Wait It's Okay That's Just Geffroi into the Outlands. And broke one of the church's vacuum cleaners afterwards, though I didn't mean to.
I even have a Christmas tree. With big, big brightly-colored lights like my family always had. It's a little tree - shorter than I am - but I'm irrationally pleased about it. Just need to get X10 stuff so I don't have to get all scraped up every time I turn on the lights.
--
The down side? Not a lot of money. But I'm working on that; both resumes and feelers are out. I'm ridiculously out of shape; I went for a walk last night, and am gonna try to walk at least a little every day. (Having friends in the area with dogs to borrow helps a lot with this.) Intermittent bad dreams; part of the fix there is me remembering to toss a layer of blankets off when I get too warm at night (yes, that _will_ give me nightmares; no, I don't know why) and part of it is dealing with the bits and shreds of stuff still in the back of my head. But one by one I'm rooting those out. Little by little...bit by bit.
Tonight? Christmas shopping.
Yeah, well. I've been busy.
I'm still working selling the pr0n, though I don't know how much longer that's going to last. This not-getting-paid thing has got to stop.
In related news, I've gotten my own place. It's a tiny little one-bedroom apartment but it is MINE MINE ALL MINE and I love it. It's out on the edge of town so on a good night I can hear the coyotes. I can't see the mountains from my place - there's another building in the way - but all I have to do is go outside and walk a bit, and there they are. I just don't think I'll ever get used to them...much less tired of them.
I also got a new rat cage on the cheap from the Salvation Army (which has also supplied quite a bit of lovely furniture). It's immense - 14x30x30 inches - and my boys are really happy with it. Of course, now I'm looking at it and thinking I need more rats...
The Salvation Army furniture around here is amazing in both volume and quality. So is the furniture next to the dumpsters. There's a lovely tradition of unofficial recycling here - each dumpster has a spot next to it for stuff you don't want any more, but someone else might. I've made off well from these spots, and the stuff I didn't want, someone else happily took.
What with
brat_grrl moving in last weekend, we now have four-count-them-four SCAdians in the same apartment complex. One more, and we can start a canton. I figure me and meradudd can mudwrestle over who gets to be herald, and whoever loses has to be seneschal.Wait. That'd probably be me. Damn.
In other news? I am a moosh. There are now _four_ cats in my life. Shanti wandered past work one day, underfed and matted as hell, and was such a bumping purring total love that, well, y'all know what I'm like. Pictures are on their way,
bloolark, I promise. Cat integration is going slowly but steadily, since I've learned a lot about how to do it since the last time it didn't work. :/I went to my first Outlands event last weekend. A lot of fun, if...odd. Event announcements during court? Bowing to thrones? (That part, at least, I knew about ahead of time.) No merchants, but that's apparently unusual out here, too. And then there was Caer Galen Musican Chairs. Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to tell you that I am a wuss.
I grew up playing ice hockey, mind you. In the Philly area. In the mid to late 70s. At times the puck was only peripherally involved. Other times, we gave up on the concept of the puck entirely and just whaled at each other with hockey sticks. That chip out of my front tooth? Ice hockey.
I will _not_ play Caer Galen Musical Chairs. It's too rough for me.
They _budget_ for broken chairs.
They _budget_ for them.
...
It was, however, a _lot_ a lot of fun to watch. And I learned how to play Mah-johngg (a little), and met a lot of people, and helped a newbie have fun at her first event ever, and ate a really good feast, and got to watch both
meradudd and fairmanthequick get well-deserved awards, and carried over my tradition of being Who's That Girl in the Men's Changing Room Oh Wait It's Okay That's Just Geffroi into the Outlands. And broke one of the church's vacuum cleaners afterwards, though I didn't mean to.I even have a Christmas tree. With big, big brightly-colored lights like my family always had. It's a little tree - shorter than I am - but I'm irrationally pleased about it. Just need to get X10 stuff so I don't have to get all scraped up every time I turn on the lights.
--
The down side? Not a lot of money. But I'm working on that; both resumes and feelers are out. I'm ridiculously out of shape; I went for a walk last night, and am gonna try to walk at least a little every day. (Having friends in the area with dogs to borrow helps a lot with this.) Intermittent bad dreams; part of the fix there is me remembering to toss a layer of blankets off when I get too warm at night (yes, that _will_ give me nightmares; no, I don't know why) and part of it is dealing with the bits and shreds of stuff still in the back of my head. But one by one I'm rooting those out. Little by little...bit by bit.
Tonight? Christmas shopping.
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Date: 2006-12-15 09:41 pm (UTC)I PLAYED CAER GALEN MUSICAL CHAIRS WITH TWO BROKEN RIBS AND TORN INTERCOSTAL MUSCLES!
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Date: 2006-12-15 10:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-15 10:17 pm (UTC)*I* even play Caer Galen Musical Chairs..
Oh wait.
I fight in armor for fun and pleasure -- and find it amusing when I am at the bottom of a dog pile after gigging someone with a spear, getting gakked, and falling down laughing.
But really -- I *am* gentle -- I have never bruised or bloodied anyone. No one gets near me. (just occasional hip-checks and shoves)