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Crosston? Cynagua? Or Home?
Jul. 14th, 2007 09:20 amSurvey says: HOME. I'm in a blow-off-the-SCA sort of mood. I woke up with a headache, my right ankle is feeling oddly twingy.
Crosston's Performing Arts Fete has negative associations for me. I'm not in the mood to paste on a happy face and deal with the false and insipid smiles of ex's ex-girlfriend, the thief who saw nothing wrong with secretly recording me without getting my permission, the ritual taking of hostages by the West Kingdom Choir, or the person who insisted in the kind of terms it is impossible to refuse upon making me eat something that ended up making me feel even more sick and miserable than I already was. For those in attendance whose company I enjoy, they will enjoy mine much better when I am fit to be among civilized people.
Cynagua Investiture is up it's at Woodland. Dregel and Bronwyn have already done this, they were great, we know that. Just don't feel like it.
So I'm gonna paint and listen to good music and maybe, if my ankle feels better after the Advil kicks in, think about the Bastille Day edition of Friday Night Waltz.
Edit: 4PM. Kosode is looking good and I discovered that the Reeves Burnt Sienna in my art box works for touch-ups right out of the tube - and before you ask, it's an acrylic. The body and okumi (overlap) panels are just about done - I'm waiting for paint to dry so I can mask the last couple of lozenges on the okumi for painting. I'm going to do the master lozenge pattern on the sleeves and collar pieces and then I think I'm going to knock off for the day. I should be able to get them masked and painted completely tomorrow.
I really, REALLY would like to go dancing, but my ankle still feels odd and there is some puffiness. This probably means I need to rotate to a different pair of walking shoes because I can't think of anything overt I did to injure it, but MERDE! Je dit encore, MERDE!
Crosston's Performing Arts Fete has negative associations for me. I'm not in the mood to paste on a happy face and deal with the false and insipid smiles of ex's ex-girlfriend, the thief who saw nothing wrong with secretly recording me without getting my permission, the ritual taking of hostages by the West Kingdom Choir, or the person who insisted in the kind of terms it is impossible to refuse upon making me eat something that ended up making me feel even more sick and miserable than I already was. For those in attendance whose company I enjoy, they will enjoy mine much better when I am fit to be among civilized people.
Cynagua Investiture is up it's at Woodland. Dregel and Bronwyn have already done this, they were great, we know that. Just don't feel like it.
So I'm gonna paint and listen to good music and maybe, if my ankle feels better after the Advil kicks in, think about the Bastille Day edition of Friday Night Waltz.
Edit: 4PM. Kosode is looking good and I discovered that the Reeves Burnt Sienna in my art box works for touch-ups right out of the tube - and before you ask, it's an acrylic. The body and okumi (overlap) panels are just about done - I'm waiting for paint to dry so I can mask the last couple of lozenges on the okumi for painting. I'm going to do the master lozenge pattern on the sleeves and collar pieces and then I think I'm going to knock off for the day. I should be able to get them masked and painted completely tomorrow.
I really, REALLY would like to go dancing, but my ankle still feels odd and there is some puffiness. This probably means I need to rotate to a different pair of walking shoes because I can't think of anything overt I did to injure it, but MERDE! Je dit encore, MERDE!
