Update

Weather couldn't have been better.
Food was fabulous, as usual.
Company was very good, and desperately needed.
The cider, beer, mead, and scotch flowed freely, but in moderation.
The sleep was even better after Gangis John gifted me with magical earplugs.
The shopping was plentiful, and phat loot was purchased.
Travel was uneventful.

Miss it already.

Concentrating on work, when yesterday at this time I was chucking spears into hay bales and discussing the fine points of grip for accuracy vs. distance is making my brain ache.

- k.




*Edit - and I still hate vacations because of this drowning feeling I'm experiencing right now. Plowed through the email, whittled it down to the ones that might require my attention, but don't even have the foggiest idea where to get started...*

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We all knew MickyD's was evil, but this is just awesomely, deliciously creepy:

http://pzrservices.typepad.com/advertisingisgoodforyou/2008/07/bizarro-ronald.html

- K.

Phantoms

Back when I larped, I'd get what is called "Phantom Horn Syndrome" (in other places, know as Phantom Limb syndrome) It came of going all weekend with little nubby saytr horns glued to my head - after a while, you get used to them being there.
They become an appendage, and when you take them off for school (or nowadays, work) on monday, you miss them, can feel the weight of them there on your noggin.

Today, I have Phantom Boot Syndrome. I bought a really spiffy pair of SCA boots my first day of war, (figured I owed it to myself after about 8 years or so of crappy SCA passable footwear) and didn't wear anything else all week.

If I try really hard, I can imagine them, my big stompy brown knee-high bullhide boots, on over my jeans, under my cube.
That pleases me.

- K.