It's going to be a very long day.
Jun. 22nd, 2007 08:40 amIt's not a union "black Friday," but you can't prove it by the activity level in the office today. My partner has taken the day off. All I have on my plate today is boring housekeeping stuff - unless somebody decides they need a layoff check at 3:40 PM or something.
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vsct_caius called me last night as I was leaving work and invited me to meet him for dinner over in Rockridge. I decided to stop in Emeryville to see if there were any potential selections for the dammit-I-can't-stand-these-turnshoes-another-minute option at Pennsic, but I didn't see anything I liked enough and they never have enough Wides at Shoe Pavilion anyway.
After a typical cross-town traffic struggle, I met Himself for dinner at the crepe place. He was jonesing for dessert, so we split some cake that wasn't anywhere near as good as it looked. (I don't think it's because I'm out of the habit either. The poppyseed cake portion was fine, but the icing was the worst kind of tasteless.)
Hung out, chatted for a bit, went home, tried to watch "The Great Raid" which looked pretty good and woke up to the credits rolling.
I'm trying to get enthused about going to June Crown and I really don't care because it's just another tourney and I could be using the time to work on a chemise so I have enough underwear for Pennsic. "But you get to witness the choosing of Our King!" Yeah, yeah, big deal, been there, seen it. It's always the same people and it's not like anyone ever wants to risk a bruise on MY behalf (because either I'm invisible or they're all scared of me). I'm not going to be able to attend the pre-Pennsic planning meeting because they want to have it on Friday night so nobody misses their precious vigils* and peerage meetings*. Fine, whatever, I did my bit, I showed up and painted the West Kingdom jinmaku and I'm going to donate some stuff to the silent auction fundraiser. Rant (A). "Vigil" pisses me off even more than "bard" does. I'm sorry, a vigil is a religious observance. It's supposed to be devotional and contemplative. It's not supposed to be a party with booze and snacks to attract everyone who wants to pour their advice and opinions into one's ear. You wanna do that, call it something else. Rant (B). There is no Rant (B) except that from where I sit, these are nothing more than a ploy to avoid doing the breakfast dishes. As long as they're all scared of me - and I'm sure they are - I won't ever have to attend one.
vsct_caius called me last night as I was leaving work and invited me to meet him for dinner over in Rockridge. I decided to stop in Emeryville to see if there were any potential selections for the dammit-I-can't-stand-these-turnshoes-another-minute option at Pennsic, but I didn't see anything I liked enough and they never have enough Wides at Shoe Pavilion anyway.After a typical cross-town traffic struggle, I met Himself for dinner at the crepe place. He was jonesing for dessert, so we split some cake that wasn't anywhere near as good as it looked. (I don't think it's because I'm out of the habit either. The poppyseed cake portion was fine, but the icing was the worst kind of tasteless.)
Hung out, chatted for a bit, went home, tried to watch "The Great Raid" which looked pretty good and woke up to the credits rolling.
I'm trying to get enthused about going to June Crown and I really don't care because it's just another tourney and I could be using the time to work on a chemise so I have enough underwear for Pennsic. "But you get to witness the choosing of Our King!" Yeah, yeah, big deal, been there, seen it. It's always the same people and it's not like anyone ever wants to risk a bruise on MY behalf (because either I'm invisible or they're all scared of me). I'm not going to be able to attend the pre-Pennsic planning meeting because they want to have it on Friday night so nobody misses their precious vigils* and peerage meetings*. Fine, whatever, I did my bit, I showed up and painted the West Kingdom jinmaku and I'm going to donate some stuff to the silent auction fundraiser. Rant (A). "Vigil" pisses me off even more than "bard" does. I'm sorry, a vigil is a religious observance. It's supposed to be devotional and contemplative. It's not supposed to be a party with booze and snacks to attract everyone who wants to pour their advice and opinions into one's ear. You wanna do that, call it something else. Rant (B). There is no Rant (B) except that from where I sit, these are nothing more than a ploy to avoid doing the breakfast dishes. As long as they're all scared of me - and I'm sure they are - I won't ever have to attend one.
