If your life is a leaf that the seasons tear off and condemn
Yesterday's lone post will give you enough of an impression of how my day at work went. So here's catching up on the enjoyable stuff instead.
Chanty Sing was Tuesday night and it was good. At my table there was a tzel, picsty, wcg, and a fellow who I was convinced was tzel's spouse but turned out not to be (evidently this happens to him a bit, as they're all friends and the two guys look a lot alike. I think they should team up and commit daring crimes or something). There was all the inappropriate conversation you could hope for (I think I won the 'weirdest sex ed' story, but the competition was fierce) and also some pretty good singing. And some bad singing (but there was beer).
Also, when we were singing Paddy Lay Back, the guy who was not tzel's husband (and I am very bad with names so I have forgotten it) devolutionary (thanks, pictsy!) decided that the song was about pants, specifically something about 'take a turn and pull your pants down', which isn't quite the traditional lyrics, but who am I to argue with the folk process?
I sang Roll Down, which wasn't my best choice (too many rolling songs that night), pictsy lead Sugar in the Hold, and wcg did Donegal Danny and it was all very good. There were only a few dirge-speed songs, and oddly enough for the Royal Mile, quite a few songs done faster than usual.
Dance Class was last night as was a good deal of fun. Favorite Lines:
scene: We were dancing a strathspey (slow time) dance called Asilomar Romance. The dance has a figure called 'hello, goodbye setting'. In quick time dances, dancers often clap near the end of this figure.
Dancer: Are we clapping in this?
Other Dancer: No no no. This is slow. Elegant. Romantic.
Me: And there's nothing romantic about the clap.
(there was another good one from Very Best Flirting Partner, I'll add it if I can remember it)
Odd Amazon Searches In continuing my efforts to properly accessorize my life as a crazy old bat of a misanthrope, I was recently looking at umbrellas on amazon. I have yet to find my ideal umbrella, but they have some nice ones.
Although I don't want anything so girly as a parasol (cranky old bats need something more bat-like), I had a look at a oversized black ruffled umbrella because it does have a very nice silver tip (my ideal umbrella would have to have a silver tip, for storing ricin).
Note: this is an umbrella intended for hitting and poking people, not keeping out of the rain. I like the rain (more than people, evidently).
I was deeply amused to see that first 'customers who bought this also bought' recommendation was for welding goggles.
Hello, steampunkers.
It is not quite as amusing a match as customer who bought a large crowbar also bought The zombie survival guide, but it still made me happy.
Chanty Sing was Tuesday night and it was good. At my table there was a tzel, picsty, wcg, and a fellow who I was convinced was tzel's spouse but turned out not to be (evidently this happens to him a bit, as they're all friends and the two guys look a lot alike. I think they should team up and commit daring crimes or something). There was all the inappropriate conversation you could hope for (I think I won the 'weirdest sex ed' story, but the competition was fierce) and also some pretty good singing. And some bad singing (but there was beer).
Also, when we were singing Paddy Lay Back, the guy who was not tzel's husband (and I am very bad with names so I have forgotten it) devolutionary (thanks, pictsy!) decided that the song was about pants, specifically something about 'take a turn and pull your pants down', which isn't quite the traditional lyrics, but who am I to argue with the folk process?
I sang Roll Down, which wasn't my best choice (too many rolling songs that night), pictsy lead Sugar in the Hold, and wcg did Donegal Danny and it was all very good. There were only a few dirge-speed songs, and oddly enough for the Royal Mile, quite a few songs done faster than usual.
Dance Class was last night as was a good deal of fun. Favorite Lines:
scene: We were dancing a strathspey (slow time) dance called Asilomar Romance. The dance has a figure called 'hello, goodbye setting'. In quick time dances, dancers often clap near the end of this figure.
Dancer: Are we clapping in this?
Other Dancer: No no no. This is slow. Elegant. Romantic.
Me: And there's nothing romantic about the clap.
(there was another good one from Very Best Flirting Partner, I'll add it if I can remember it)
Odd Amazon Searches In continuing my efforts to properly accessorize my life as a crazy old bat of a misanthrope, I was recently looking at umbrellas on amazon. I have yet to find my ideal umbrella, but they have some nice ones.
Although I don't want anything so girly as a parasol (cranky old bats need something more bat-like), I had a look at a oversized black ruffled umbrella because it does have a very nice silver tip (my ideal umbrella would have to have a silver tip, for storing ricin).
Note: this is an umbrella intended for hitting and poking people, not keeping out of the rain. I like the rain (more than people, evidently).
I was deeply amused to see that first 'customers who bought this also bought' recommendation was for welding goggles.
Hello, steampunkers.
It is not quite as amusing a match as customer who bought a large crowbar also bought The zombie survival guide, but it still made me happy.