Happy Fools' Day!
I'm surprised I haven't been pointed to any baconphilia sites so far. Maybe the war has disheartened my fellow Tricksters. Which is too bad, because we need to laugh harder than ever. Maybe because CNN is so funny, the Tricksters feel they can't compete. Too bad.
So far, the Gods have pulled a small Trick on me. I spent the whole morning paying bills, then rushed to grab food and throw clothes on myself. It wasn't until I was on the highway that I remembered my backpack . . . which I take every day . . . which has, among other things, my discman to allow me focus while the office is noisy, and the high-tech Hall Pass that allows me to get back into the floor my office is on after going down to lunch. Not a big Trick, really.
I've cancelled all my plans between now and Seattle except for those involving snuggling either of my lovers. I was going to do dinner tonight with postrodent, postvixen and a lover or two. Vixy thought it was particularly appropriate to meet with a Trickster on the High Holy Day of Tricksterdom. Although, really, today is the High Holy Day of Prankster-Tricksters. If I was going to dinner with friends who so obviously expected something, I might have tried the old sugar and salt switcheroo, rubber roaches hidden under your food, or something of that overdone ilk. The truth is that neither I nor my beloved Coyote Julius are Prankster-Tricksters. I doubt the front door will have a bucket of something gross balanced delicately on it when I get home. (Of course, I did just put that idea in his head, and he hates to disappoint. I think I'll open the door with a broomstick.)
I'm a Deceptive Trickster. Which ultimately means that most of my Tricks are long and plotted out, based on lies and illusions, rather than the simple but funny handshake-buzzers. Here's a short rundown of some recent Tricks I've pulled:
One of the reasons that the World of Darkness game world of White Wolf is my favourite roleplaying system is because they put the Trickster Archetype in just about every subsection of every game. In Changeling, the Tricksters are the Pookah Kith, and they hold a gathering once a year. In New Orleans. Can't remember if it's Halloween or April 1, but I've always wanted to play a game that visited or was involved in that gathering. Can you imagine, thousands of Tricksters in one convention center? In New Orleans? It'd be the best kind of Mad.
I would go to a Trickster convention in a New York Minute. Too bad the only conventions I've heard of are for Fandoms, and various career, queer, race, or art-oreinted things.
SIGGRAPH is coming up, speaking of. Too pricey. Otto's work would send him if he asked, but probably not "our Sysadmin plus our Sysadmin's masseuse/sextoy/de-stressing expert". Oh, well. I'll go eventually, maybe with postrodent.
So far, the Gods have pulled a small Trick on me. I spent the whole morning paying bills, then rushed to grab food and throw clothes on myself. It wasn't until I was on the highway that I remembered my backpack . . . which I take every day . . . which has, among other things, my discman to allow me focus while the office is noisy, and the high-tech Hall Pass that allows me to get back into the floor my office is on after going down to lunch. Not a big Trick, really.
I've cancelled all my plans between now and Seattle except for those involving snuggling either of my lovers. I was going to do dinner tonight with postrodent, postvixen and a lover or two. Vixy thought it was particularly appropriate to meet with a Trickster on the High Holy Day of Tricksterdom. Although, really, today is the High Holy Day of Prankster-Tricksters. If I was going to dinner with friends who so obviously expected something, I might have tried the old sugar and salt switcheroo, rubber roaches hidden under your food, or something of that overdone ilk. The truth is that neither I nor my beloved Coyote Julius are Prankster-Tricksters. I doubt the front door will have a bucket of something gross balanced delicately on it when I get home. (Of course, I did just put that idea in his head, and he hates to disappoint. I think I'll open the door with a broomstick.)
I'm a Deceptive Trickster. Which ultimately means that most of my Tricks are long and plotted out, based on lies and illusions, rather than the simple but funny handshake-buzzers. Here's a short rundown of some recent Tricks I've pulled:
- Ha-ha, I eloped! If you don't think that was much of a Trick, re-read my proposal, which was a Trick of its own. I got married, not in Las Vegas but in my own City Hall, and nobody except the other two members of our Poly Unit knew about it. A week or so later, I told my friends. Via LJ. A few weeks later, I informed my parents that they were not present at the wedding of their only daughter. (Hopefully, we'll throw a big anniversary party in a few years, but that's not the same as a marriage.) A month or so later, we informed Julius' parents the same thing . . . and eventually, he told his friends.
- Ha-ha, I read those boring books! A few years ago, I was dating this guy who was really into the Wheel of Time books by Robert Jordan. He was always egging me to read them, so that he could re-experience what it was like to read them all for the first time. I knew they weren't gonna be my thing (few animals, the only magic is pretty mundane), so I just rolled my eyes at him. Meanwhile, I secretly read the books: one every week or two, because they were damn big, damn boring, and I was working a lot at a mind-dulling job or two. I even read the stupid "World of the Wheel of Time" book about the world itself and its drab characters. (OK, Min was neat before she got lovey-dovey and Mat was pretty cool, although I'd probably like his adventures before the story starts rather than the ones that actually get told.) I waited a few weeks after finishing the last yawn-worthy word, but he and his friends spent those weeks having zero conversations about the books, weirdly enough. So I just outright started talking about them in bed one night when I needed a laugh. He spluttered, "What? But you- how can you know? What?!?" It took him a full twenty minutes to comprehend what I'd done, and his shock was deliciously funny.
- Ha-ha, made you sad! The last time I was in Australia, I was supposed to visit for 3 months. I brought along a big chunk of money that I saved up, but for some reason I didn't change it all into Australian money right away. About halfway into my visit, the Asian markets crashed. Since Australia's economy is closely tied to Asia's, its dollar went belly-up. Suddenly, I was a rich womyn. I visited Melbourne again, hiked through Tasmania, bought my one and only piece of Designer Clothing. And I extended my stay for an additional month and a half . . . but I didn't tell Julius this. Instead, I enlisted his help with my packing. We spent a sad "last evening" together, and for some reason, he fell asleep without giving me any sexual attention. The next morning, we moved my bags out to the curb . . . he looked so sad and empty, that at this point I had to fight to keep my sad-mask intact. I went inside to "call the cab" and giggled silently at the mirror for a minute or two. When I went back out, I waited a minute, holding his hand dejectedly and looking up the street for the cab. Then I fumbled at my pockets, asking him in a panic-laden voice where my ticket was. Julius produced it with a flourish and handed it to me. I frowned. "Something's not right. Look at this, honey. Is there something weird here?" He looked blankly at the ticket, I resisted the urge to whap him over the head. "With the date? It seems weird . . ." He actually read the Date of Departure and stormed silently back inside while I laughed so hard, my lungs just about burst. He opened a paper and stared furiously at it. He was so mad, he didn't talk to me for ten whole minutes. He never gives anybody the silent treatment, he's nice to people who annoy the shit out of him. That was the maddest he's ever been at me. Years later, he can clap me on the back, call it a good Trick . . . but he'll always add, "don't ever fuck with my emotions like that again". I won't. Probably. Hmmm, Otto's overdue for a Trick. Wonder what I should pull on him?
One of the reasons that the World of Darkness game world of White Wolf is my favourite roleplaying system is because they put the Trickster Archetype in just about every subsection of every game. In Changeling, the Tricksters are the Pookah Kith, and they hold a gathering once a year. In New Orleans. Can't remember if it's Halloween or April 1, but I've always wanted to play a game that visited or was involved in that gathering. Can you imagine, thousands of Tricksters in one convention center? In New Orleans? It'd be the best kind of Mad.
I would go to a Trickster convention in a New York Minute. Too bad the only conventions I've heard of are for Fandoms, and various career, queer, race, or art-oreinted things.
SIGGRAPH is coming up, speaking of. Too pricey. Otto's work would send him if he asked, but probably not "our Sysadmin plus our Sysadmin's masseuse/sextoy/de-stressing expert". Oh, well. I'll go eventually, maybe with postrodent.