• Leave me a comment saying "Resistance is Futile."
• I'll respond by asking you five questions so I can satisfy my curiosity
• Update your journal with the answers to the questions

1) What music are you listening to now?
The sweet sound of my coffee pot finishing

2) If you had an all expense paid trip to Origins or Gen-Con but the price was running a weekend series of games what system would you choose?
GURPS 3rd edition, because I know it well and can handle almost anything. Are you Juvie Supers reading this?

3) If D&D style magic worked in our world and you had to distribute six five magic items to six five people you know, including yourself, who would get what from the following list: Ring of Three Wishes; Flying Carpet; Vorpal Sword; Deck of Many Things; Wand of Fireballs; the Eye and Hand of Vecna?
Ring of Three Wishes-Me
Flying Carpet-robdamnit Just to keep him from driving.
Vorpal Sword-moonpuppy61 Because I'm fairly sure you would only use it only in dire need, say, on the Green Line.
Deck of Many Thing-My ex, Tony. Because he would figure out how to maximize the benefits from it.
Wand of Fireballs-richenza Because it's dangerous AND funny to do so.
 
4) Lemonade or Apple Cider: what is the right time and place to serve each?
Lemonade is served on the front porch in July or August. it is best when diluted by half with a light beer. (note, not LITE beer)
Cider needs an Autumn chill, a roaring fire, and a Robert Frost omnibus.

5) When the blues visit what sort of things cheer you up?
80's music, shopping, naps.

I have lost my phone. Since I am a cheapskate, I have no way to reclaim my old contacts. Please spread the word to all, send me a text so I can rebuild my life.
I miss the days of calling cards. A Butler was not cheap, but unless the house was very large, you didn't lose them.

So my boss turns to me today and says "What do you know about Rosetta Stone?"
 I replied "It was the key to unlocking Egyptian hieroglyphs. It had the same inscriptions in three languages, on of which was Greek, allowing Jean Jacques ..."
He hits me with a file folder and says "No dummy, the software."


I needed my geek-peeps.

 And I totally want the Kodak guy. If he can make waffles.

It's nice to look fabulous, but there is nothing like getting home and getting your corsets off.
"Huge Sigh of relief"

In my quest to add variety to my iPod I spent the morning surfing for Russian pop/dance music. There's actually quite a lot of it out there, fairly easy to find (once you slog through the Cyrillic) and a great deal of it free. Yea me. My favorite find so far is Valerij Meladze. Criminally cute and sings  sort of a George Michael meets Tom Jones and they have drinks repertoire. 
Yes, my musical taste has no shame attached.
There is also the lurking horror of Russian Boy Bands. And yes, it is as bad as it sounds.

The angel of death. In silhoette.

As I got my coffee this morning I noticed a spider web across the open section of my kitchen window. It's gossamer strands glowed softly in the late morning light. Within it's fragile, glass-like strands were trapped four mosquitoes and one of those nasty centipedes with the extra antennae, struggling futilely against their grim fate.

Go arachnids!

A huge Thank You to my wonderful friends who indulged my weirdness last Christmas and gave me tickets to The Lyric's "Don Giovanni".  
While habitues of La Scala or Staatsoper might have found the Shubert cramped,  I thought it was perfect for small Mozart. Die Zauberflote wouldn't  fly in that space, but the smaller stage is a better fit for the intimate intrigues. Christopher Schaldenbrand (Giovanni) was delightfully slimy and charming by turns, Kimwana Doner (Donna Elvira) really looked and sang like she had fury that hell might want to borrow. Matthew Burns (Leporello) did not play a complete clown (hooray) and maintained the very tricky balance between cunning and trustfulness that is often badly done. After all, even if your Giovanni is the greatest voice on earth, the plot can't move without Leporello.

Favorite aria of the night, Heather Johnson's (Zerlina) Vedrai carino. Very sweet, beautifully sung, and slightly bawdy. I had never thought of Zerlina that way. Nice to see an ingenue with hormones.


Costumes were late forties style, made it a little hard to separate the "peasants" from the quality, but perfect for highlighting the three very distinct silhouettes of the female leads. 

So due to a burst of domesticity (and stop that snickering) I am waiting for my dough to rise. Since I have some time to kill and it seemed thematic, I decided to have a look at horrors even I wouldn't commit in the kitchen.

Dear god, my eyes!

cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-brides-have-no-budget-or-taste.html 

Rick-rack must be banned.

I have had the honor of meeting richenza 's little one. I found him, (cue apocalyptic music) adorable. Those of you who know me at all know that I only love children when they cry, because then someone takes them away. It is rare that I can cope with children of any age. However, he looked at me with slight suspicion before returning to his nap. He has also expressed a distain for plastic eating utensils at age five (days). You have to respect that. Still, it does make me wonder what other character traits have been changed by advancing age.

Singing "I like 'em Big and Stupid" at full voice in the shower will get you some very strange looks when you go to pick up your mail. Yet another hazard of apartment life.

I am in the vortex again. My phone has no service, and my email is unreadable. I can see that I have mail, but it won't open. The link is satellite, the system has only 64meg of ram. There are chipmonks lurking on the front step. It is not dark, but there are many, many trees.
On the up side, there is beer, coffee, and many, many guns.

Miss Tonyetta has had an accident with her phone. Since the phone was a gift from a cheap bastard (me), there is no simm to swap out. Herself has asked me to ask people to call her and rebuild the contacts file. You know who you are, the decision rests with you.

Rooting through the costume closet is always a trip down memory lane, but this time I must have been in a more reflective mood.
Some things I noticed:

1. The sheer yardage of velvet I have mangled over the years is probably greater than my apartment.
2. Ditto for taffeta.
3. My boas are in a hatbox.
4. My hats are in a Mac box.
5. My Tacky Jewelry is in a shoe box, but at least it's labeled.
6. My continued attempts to make a Tudor flat cap have not entirely been a waste of time.
7. Poison ring, still missing.
8. There is no easy way to fold a stretch-velvet, rhinestone-studded burnous.
9. The waistband on my Venetians has shrunk. (My story, sticking to it.)
10. The grey silk will never be turned into anything because it's "Too nice to cut".
11. Revlon makes at least eight tints and nine shades of blue eye shadow.
12. Eye shadow expires very quickly.
13. I have a brocade that would have made Queen Elizabeth I violently ill. It wants to become shoes. It may yet.
14. I have carted Rob's ex-boyfriend's (many times ex) evil polyester cocktail dress through five moves.
15. I have a cassock that will fit nobody over 100 pounds.
16. My bishop's outfit is missing the mitre. I suspect that it is still at Jo's house, resting on the skull in the living room.
17. The roll of white satin piping labeled "36 Yards" is actually 38 yards.
18. The artificial spider webs were stored in the fabby little red satin clutch.
19. How many matte black throwing knives does a person need?
20. I do not own enough boots.

Page 56 Meme
* Grab the nearest book.
* Open the book to page 56.
* Find the fifth sentence.
* Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
* Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.

Ariconte and his twin Tamendonare were born at the same time from the same mother, yet they had different fathers. One was the god Maira Ata, the other a mortal man named Sarigoys. It is not know which father was responsible for which twin. The twin brothers were mortal enemies, but that didn't stop them from having a series of exciting adventures together. Their mother had been eaten by cannibals while they were quite small.

A Guide to the Gods
Richard Carlyon


Okay, so the apartment is a mess.