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Weekend number six is in the books, two more weekends and Faire will be over.
As dog-tired as I am the thought of it nearing end stirs feelings of loss and, actual panic. I've met more wonderful, kind and genuine people in the last five weeks than I have the entire last decade combined.
Granted, this may be my fault and the places I choose to frequent.
Regardless, I will miss some of them so terribly that I don't want to dwell on that right now for the time is coming when I shall do nothing but.
Food for thought.

Scotty



A giraffasaurapegacorn!


The culmination of all of our rondel daggers (most made my their individual owners) and a slightlly-spilled mug of Woodchuck amber cider:


This one of my closest, my favorite, most beautifulist friends, Miss Angela, who visited this weekend to attend her very first renaissance festival:


And here she is with the King of the Britons and a Knight that no longer says Ni!


And here is something I spied driving to work at 5am the other morning. It's a trailer with Chucky and the Bride of Chucky chained to the back of it. I found this vaguely creepy yet fundamentally interesting at the same time:


My parents came into town this weekend.
I know I waxed all sortsa whacky back in December, attempting to convey how much I love and appreciate my parents so I'll do my best not to do this again.
One this I will share though is that I had a few beers in my and I proceeded to apologize for being a total dick from my mid-teens to my mid-twenties.
Yay for emotional purges and good laughter.



I came home from 14 hours at Faire yesterday to Bones having pooped on the floor, [that I promptly stepped in] which resulted in me damaging a few items in my room, one door, one hand and one desk chair.


I really should be able to control my temper by this age but sometimes it sneaks out, try as i might to keep it under control, under wraps, underwear.
Wait, what?


I totally want a DOG-AT.


Or maybe this:


What I do not want is this:


But, back to things I do want:


And, in all due course, things I do not want:


I've been watching the hell out of Firefly lately. The.hell.out.of.
Best bit ever?


"They were little geisha dolls with big heads that wobbled!!" Le swoon.

Here:


Okay, I need to go crawl into bed with a certain furry fellow who's feelings I know I hurt when I screamed at him like a maniac after he pooped on the floor.


I mean Bones, by the way.



Okay, off I go!

Eye<3ewe,
Scotty

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