It must've been something I ate

....because I was up all night with horrible heartburn. Breakfast was a mug of water. Lunch is probably going to be a mug of water and maybe some toast.

The demo was, well, kinda lame. Considering that admission and parking for the Santa Clara County Fair is free, it was pretty sparsely attended. Not sure what they do in terms of advertising or what, but their website was pretty bare. The exhibition building I went through to use a restroom had something like a half a dozen vendors in it. And once the stage across the road started up with amplified music I was pretty much done with the hurdy gurdy.  (The C&W group wasn't half bad. However, the pop singer who insisted on using a vocoder on every single number needs to be taught the difference between cake and icing!!)

If you bring an inkle loom or other hand work to a demo, more people might be interested in what you're doing if you're not hiding behind a freaking table where they can't see what you're doing. Granted, armor and fighting is more sexy, but still. Being able to roam the event site with the hurdy gurdy is such a win-win proposition. I could tell people to come down to where the demo was set up, I could answer questions while people were watching the fighting.

Several people asked some variant of the question why wasn't I in Japanese. (Answer: hurdy gurdy is demo friendly.) Furthermore, Erzebeta asked whether I'd registered my Japanese name or not because she's toying with registering an Indian one. (I should register it. I really should. Though I should also come up with a device to go with it.)  Reassuring to know that Saionji has become part of what's expected in The Most Eurocentric Kingdom.

If you ask me to play for dancing, it would be nice if you knew how to teach dancing in the first place. Much less dance - I even gave you a four count and you still started your partner off ahead of the beat every single time.  However, the handful of times I have encountered you at events before taught me you are an uncorrectably socially inept idiot, so this should not have surprised me in the slightest.

Artos and Saeunn, however, each thanked me separately several times just for showing up. Got to spend a bit of time with some folks I didn't know very well, all of whom (socially inept moron in bad yellow houppelande notwithstanding) seem like a nice bunch.

Nather is the Irish Bomb. Brought a smile to me face, he did, when he told me he loved the way I showed up at a certain Prince of the Mists' Investiture.

Haven't done a darned thing today. Watched the daffy "Young Einstein" On Demand, begging the question, what ever happened to Yahoo Serious? Fell asleep in the middle of "The Big Country," (not surprisingly, it's a damn long movie).

I can haz HTML

Every so often I get an email from somebody along the line of "Love your webpage, but I found a couple of broken links." Yet they never, EVER seem to think to include which links they got errors on and I have to write back and ask.

She did. I fixed one link on the surcote page, but two are dead and I cannot find evidence of their having migrated, or being reacheable via the Wayback Machine. (Sabrina, if you have a new link to your surcote article, please drop me a note and I'll update it.)

Then it occurred to me back when I went on that Campaign Against Stupidity and added a bunch of links to the SCA JML links page that, Hey, those are MY links. So I updated my Japanese "Resources" page, including the de-slobberization of the reference to Reconstructing History, seeing as Reconstructing History has pared back the content on Japanese-specific articles.   Made Budget Bushido go away entirely. Armor kits were a novel idea, but the person behind it appears to have fallen off the face of the earth.

I added Mykaru's photos to Samurai Eye. I shot danabren  a note asking for descriptors for some photos she sent me awhile back and I just dug up. I probably need to insert a submission guidelines link in the vain hope that people won't send me photos I have to turn down.