mmm...chocolate...
Jul. 3rd, 2004 08:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabineIt has been a pretty good day. So far. I am loathe to proclaim this a universally good day. That statement has just a bit too much hubris for my peace of mind. I live too much by the whims of the gods to blatantly tempt them to meddle. *grin*
Found a new store today. This could end up being a problem. You see, it's a bead store. Yeah.... I spent a bit too much money, but I now have a gorgeous pair of earrings that'll go with my costume. It's awfully hard to bend and twist wire today. There is a reason for this. Every couple of days I have to cut my nails about as far down as they'll go. My nail beds are long enough that if there is any white at the ends of my nails, they're too long and will poorly interfere with throwing. Because I went to throw yesterday, my nails are super-short, and the tips of my fingers are a bit torn up from the clay anyway.
I have to wait to bell and coin my costume until it goes from being flat pieces of fabric into something resembling clothes. Yes, all the naughty bits are going to be covered. Granted, it's not going to be by much in some places (eek) but it'll be fun. It's not going to be a quiet outfit, that's for certain. This is going to make it difficult to sneak up on anyone. Hm. Maybe I should rethink this idea.
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So the DCI competition last night was spiffy. I had a great time watching the hot jailbait march around the field. Boy didn't enjoy it so much, however. Just so everyone's on the same page here, we did not twist his arm or coerce him into attending in any way. He voluntarily joined us. That being said, after the third or so corps to perform, I leaned over:
Me: You look like you're not enjoying this nearly as much as I am.
Boy: Yeah, I'm not.
Me: Why's that?
Boy: I feel like I'm surrounded by hard-core gamers, except I understand these people less because I've actually gamed before.
Me: *flabbergasted* But, it's music and motion and coolness! How can you not understand?!
Boy: It's like being at a con where the original Star Trek cast is making a guest appearance, "Hey, look! It's Leonard Nimoy!"
Me: It's not that obsessive...
Crowd of teenage musical urchins: *shrieking* GO GREEN MACHINE!
Me: *muttering* You know, you're in Madison - you really ought to be cheering for the Scouts if you want to live through the show.
Boy: *looks vindicated*
Found a new store today. This could end up being a problem. You see, it's a bead store. Yeah.... I spent a bit too much money, but I now have a gorgeous pair of earrings that'll go with my costume. It's awfully hard to bend and twist wire today. There is a reason for this. Every couple of days I have to cut my nails about as far down as they'll go. My nail beds are long enough that if there is any white at the ends of my nails, they're too long and will poorly interfere with throwing. Because I went to throw yesterday, my nails are super-short, and the tips of my fingers are a bit torn up from the clay anyway.
I have to wait to bell and coin my costume until it goes from being flat pieces of fabric into something resembling clothes. Yes, all the naughty bits are going to be covered. Granted, it's not going to be by much in some places (eek) but it'll be fun. It's not going to be a quiet outfit, that's for certain. This is going to make it difficult to sneak up on anyone. Hm. Maybe I should rethink this idea.
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So the DCI competition last night was spiffy. I had a great time watching the hot jailbait march around the field. Boy didn't enjoy it so much, however. Just so everyone's on the same page here, we did not twist his arm or coerce him into attending in any way. He voluntarily joined us. That being said, after the third or so corps to perform, I leaned over:
Me: You look like you're not enjoying this nearly as much as I am.
Boy: Yeah, I'm not.
Me: Why's that?
Boy: I feel like I'm surrounded by hard-core gamers, except I understand these people less because I've actually gamed before.
Me: *flabbergasted* But, it's music and motion and coolness! How can you not understand?!
Boy: It's like being at a con where the original Star Trek cast is making a guest appearance, "Hey, look! It's Leonard Nimoy!"
Me: It's not that obsessive...
Crowd of teenage musical urchins: *shrieking* GO GREEN MACHINE!
Me: *muttering* You know, you're in Madison - you really ought to be cheering for the Scouts if you want to live through the show.
Boy: *looks vindicated*
