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Spent most of this afternoon being pissed off to the point of feeling physical pain (alliteration, I can has it?) because, after weeks of anticipation, it turns out I can't go to Tennessee for the Appalachian art festival. We were going to hit up the Museum of the Cherokee, camp out both nights, and go Zorbing on Sunday! But no. I'm a dunderhead, and I didn't look fully at my calendar to realize that I have a meeting with my Ireland travel group from 3-5 next Friday, which means that even if I left the meeting early I still wouldn't get to the campsite until almost 11PM. And I'd be driving alone, as everyone else was able to work their schedules out so they could leave early afternoon/mid-morning. Gas is far too expensive to drive alone. It would be ridiculous. But the dulcimer and I were looking forward to the trip, and to spending it with the ladies and gentleman signed up to go.
Nomming some ridiculously delicious popcorn chicken improved my mood, as did a phone-call from my cousin, "Sirius." Turns out he's going to be working at RenFest this year as one of the squires for the knights involved in the joust! It's a perfect job for him, and hopefully he'll get put with the right knight, one who'll teach him about his equipment, its proper maintenance and historical usage. Sirius has a thing for swords and pointy, lethal weaponry. An interest I feel would be best tempered with some intellectual stimulation.
Draft project 2 is finally out of the way. After 4 and a half hours in the design lab, it doesn't look all that bad. I can finally look forward to the weekend, with two tests and a quiz behind me. Never mind the paper due Tuesday or the resume that needs reworking or the texts that need reading or... whatever!
And by the by: I'm in love with an Irish step dancer. It's official.
If you've never heard of Celtic Crossroads, you need to look them up/buy their CD/stalk their tour schedule immediately. Go to http://www.celticcrossroads.ie/. Right now. One of the best live shows I've seen in a long time.
Nomming some ridiculously delicious popcorn chicken improved my mood, as did a phone-call from my cousin, "Sirius." Turns out he's going to be working at RenFest this year as one of the squires for the knights involved in the joust! It's a perfect job for him, and hopefully he'll get put with the right knight, one who'll teach him about his equipment, its proper maintenance and historical usage. Sirius has a thing for swords and pointy, lethal weaponry. An interest I feel would be best tempered with some intellectual stimulation.
Draft project 2 is finally out of the way. After 4 and a half hours in the design lab, it doesn't look all that bad. I can finally look forward to the weekend, with two tests and a quiz behind me. Never mind the paper due Tuesday or the resume that needs reworking or the texts that need reading or... whatever!
And by the by: I'm in love with an Irish step dancer. It's official.
If you've never heard of Celtic Crossroads, you need to look them up/buy their CD/stalk their tour schedule immediately. Go to http://www.celticcrossroads.ie/. Right now. One of the best live shows I've seen in a long time.