Sadly there are no photos of me at Pennsic. Well, there is one, taken rather close-up, and I am making a horrid face, the way I do. So in effect, there are no photos of me at Pennsic. Which is just as well. There were no mirrors at Pennsic and nothing to keep me from making Bad Garb Choices, so I undoubtedly did not cut a very dashing figure; it is just as well that I may keep my memories of Pennsic unrelated to my actual appearance there.
Chita-chita is the cutest kitty, incidentally. Which is not relevant to this entry, but there she is.
In a bit of something like irony, yesterday while I was trying to do my Pennsic laundry and hang things out on the clothes line to bleach in the sun and collect nice sunshiney smells, something was going on and the air was suffused with alternately woodsmoke and burning-other-things smoke smells. We're thinking it may have something to do with a building that burned down late last week about a mile away-- the oldest building in our village, as it turns out-- but we're not sure. So all the clothes I washed the Pennsic Funk out of now smell like... smoke. Yes. I may be re-doing some laundry. Also, like an idiot, I decided to pre-wash a whole bunch of green fabric I bought on clearance, in my load of darks. This was a great idea, except that one of the items in this "dark" load was... a towel with a picture of a leopard on it. The leopard now has green spots. All my black socks came out lovely, though.
But! I have my Pennsic photos online, and should be meticulously crafting a loving blog entry about them, so I'm going to go get right on that. I had to buy a Flickr Pro account to get them up, since I had 498 photos online and felt like, well, since I've been using the service for like four years, I might as well get a paid account. It's an experiment. We'll see how it goes. I'll hopefully be more prompt at getting photos up now that there's no limit on how much I can upload.
Anyhow, I will be writing up an entry to splain things, but in the meantime, here's the link to my Pennsic flickr set.
Chita-chita is the cutest kitty, incidentally. Which is not relevant to this entry, but there she is.
In a bit of something like irony, yesterday while I was trying to do my Pennsic laundry and hang things out on the clothes line to bleach in the sun and collect nice sunshiney smells, something was going on and the air was suffused with alternately woodsmoke and burning-other-things smoke smells. We're thinking it may have something to do with a building that burned down late last week about a mile away-- the oldest building in our village, as it turns out-- but we're not sure. So all the clothes I washed the Pennsic Funk out of now smell like... smoke. Yes. I may be re-doing some laundry. Also, like an idiot, I decided to pre-wash a whole bunch of green fabric I bought on clearance, in my load of darks. This was a great idea, except that one of the items in this "dark" load was... a towel with a picture of a leopard on it. The leopard now has green spots. All my black socks came out lovely, though.
But! I have my Pennsic photos online, and should be meticulously crafting a loving blog entry about them, so I'm going to go get right on that. I had to buy a Flickr Pro account to get them up, since I had 498 photos online and felt like, well, since I've been using the service for like four years, I might as well get a paid account. It's an experiment. We'll see how it goes. I'll hopefully be more prompt at getting photos up now that there's no limit on how much I can upload.
Anyhow, I will be writing up an entry to splain things, but in the meantime, here's the link to my Pennsic flickr set.
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Date: 2008-08-12 02:11 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for the pics! What a great setup you guys had!
P.S. I noticed the mallet. Your Dad is cool.
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Date: 2008-08-12 02:41 pm (UTC)OCDreally together and with-it people in it. ;) (Actually they're all pretty sensible.) They've been steadily making substantive improvements for five years, and by now are stable enough that the focus is shifting to cosmetic improvements instead. This year's improvement was making the shower stall into a bridge so it didn't make the path muddy.The focus at this event wasn't much on costuming, though i would've liked some nicer outfits-- that'll be my focus for next year, now that I know the practical requirements.
My dad is so rad. That mallet, incidentally, was christened "THUMBCRUSHER". I am in the process of finding out how to say that in Old Norse, so that it can be more intimidating. He made that thing almost 100% by hand in about 45 minutes.
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