This is me as Bitchy Longstocking this past Halloween. If you want to see the original, click the picture. This is actually one of the better pictures ever taken of me.
Like most of the good pictures taken of me, it was taken by Chris.
That was a memorable party I attended that night. It was...friendly. Very freindly. Nothing like a bunch of good friends, a bit of food and a little bit of alcohol, and several cloven pumpkins to make for an interesting night.
Cloven fruit is an SCA tradition. Basically, what you do is get a piece of fruit (traditionally oranges, but other fruits can be subsituited) and stud it with whole cloves. Then, you take it up to someone you'd like to kiss and present it to them.
The recipient has a few options here. Either they can turn you down, no hard feelings. (Turning it down is reccommended if you have a communicable disease like mono or a cold.) If they take the cloven fruit, it means that they are inviting you to kiss them—but they get to choose where you kiss them. Popular locations are hands, checks, and lips. If you accept, you take a clove between your teeth and pull it out of the orange. If you like, you can chew on it a couple of time to freshen your breath, and then the other person smooches you.
And, of course, if you like smooching that other person, nothing's stopping you from kissing them again, if you like. It makes a good icebreaker. Fun little custom, yes.
I was messing around last night with sound. The result is this is a couple of .mp3 files of me reading poetry. They're located here for download if you want to hear what my voice looks like.I've always loved hearing the voices of the people whose Web sites I read. I like seeing if their real voices match what I hear in my head when I read their words.
It makes them more real, somehow.
So, hi. Nobody gets to make fun of my accent.
It's been a lazy Saturday morning. I got up late, wandered up to Lake Union Mail to get my mail and send off a couple of packages, and later I'll go to a kids' holiday performance and have Chris over for decompression and dinner.It's going to be a busy weekend.
how goes the war?
camped by a river, grumbling.
