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Saw Kevin Smith talk for 3 hours Thursday night, what a fuckin' blast. I gotta give him props because he doesn't have anything prepared for this thing, someone asks a question, and he pulls 5-40 minutes of entertainment out of his ass for each question.

The highlight of the night was this young man (who had come to ask a question) and woman, friends, who were there because the lady had broken up with her boyfriend of two and a half years and her friend brought her to Kev to cheer up. Mr. Smith, upon hearing this story, coerced these folks into accepting the key to the suite the venue had provided him, on the condition that they fuck and offer up proof of the deed. His passion for fucking convinced them. It was miraculous. (oh, and kev now does the show with a couch on stage, and in a bathrobe.)


I totally fucked up. Accidentally erased the pics.

Today myself, Almalthia and her brother went to the Minnesota Renaissance Festival for Alma's 3... ahem, *cough*... 28th birthday. Spent way too much money... WAY too much. She got silk garments and I got a pricy bit of cold death. But we had fun, and hey, you only turn 28 once... (or twice)...

will post pics later. tired, and a bit nauseous from too much sun (I'm slightly allergic) and swallowing about a pound of dust.
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Promised pics...

Almalthia's silk garb.

My new scimitar. Not a decoration or replica here... this one's high carbon steel, sharp as fuck and battle ready. (insert dork boner here)----------------------->

Also, if you have a chance to see them, check out The Danger Committee. Comedy and death-courting play with knives, fire, axes, and yes, garden weasels.

(this is a perfectly timed photo of Jason LeMay catching a knife in midair. Later he did the same thing with a knife that's hilt was on fire.)