I went to the Renaissance Festival recently.
I've decided I hate --with a raging passion that borders upon unhealthy neurotic obssession-- persons that affect a fake English accent.
I can deal with the bad acting, the 16-century cavalier-types with those oh-so-period spandex tights, the $6 keg-cups o' Guinness, and even the annoying game hawkers that you pass fiftten time a day, but for some reason, the fake English accents make me want to produce a butter knife and carve the offending shmucks spleen out ... very, very slowly.
On the positive side, turkey legs are pretty damn tasty.
Also, hanging out with folks that you know (that work there) provides many a bonus, specifically; after hours cast parties, interesting insights on renfair life in general, oh, and a new addition to the family ... a pretty lil' kitten.
Munkees got a girlfriend, aww yeah.
I want to call her Cornbread, but she seems to like Gypsy better,
We'll see ...
I've decided I hate --with a raging passion that borders upon unhealthy neurotic obssession-- persons that affect a fake English accent.
I can deal with the bad acting, the 16-century cavalier-types with those oh-so-period spandex tights, the $6 keg-cups o' Guinness, and even the annoying game hawkers that you pass fiftten time a day, but for some reason, the fake English accents make me want to produce a butter knife and carve the offending shmucks spleen out ... very, very slowly.
On the positive side, turkey legs are pretty damn tasty.
Also, hanging out with folks that you know (that work there) provides many a bonus, specifically; after hours cast parties, interesting insights on renfair life in general, oh, and a new addition to the family ... a pretty lil' kitten.
Munkees got a girlfriend, aww yeah.
I want to call her Cornbread, but she seems to like Gypsy better,
We'll see ...