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At least my ribs do not care to be squished into certain formations for 10 hours at a stretch, thank you very much. I got straightlaced on Saturday and forgot that bodice #2's grommets are set in much farther than bodice #1's. Which means when I straightlace #2, there's a good three inches of overlap. Which means the tits look fantastic, but now I have this painful contusion floating at the bottom part of my sternum. Ow. It's only a bit puffy at the moment, but it hasn't (yet) started to discolor.
This was a glorious weekend out at faire. The weather was perfect and Saturday's crowd was a lot of fun. The Sunday crowd seemed a bit dead, and that tends to pull my energy level down a bit, but it was still a good day. I had something really funny happen on Saturday, but of course my ferret brain has forgotten. I even thought to myself "Gotta put that one in LJ on Monday." Stupid ferret brain. Got to meet some of the Minneapolis crew and impressed the hell out of the king, prince, and a guardsman with The Hand Trick. When the prince could speak again, he kissed my (non-slobbery) hand and said "You're a goddess." Wiggle! One of my great joys in life is making people happy, but it's also really fun to shock 'em once in a while.
I got to see three of my grad students out on Sunday--the Medievalist crew. I hope they had a good time. I worry that the academics will come out to faire expecting some sort of realistic representation of the renaissance when what they're going to get is a fantasy interpretation squirted out of a can of Cheez Whiz. I'm fairly confident that the graduate students still maintain a sense of humor, though. So they should be fine.
This morning was a meeting with the Graduate School. Wasn't as bad as it could have been, but that's not saying a lot. They're implementing more stupid application procedures that make absolutely no sense at all. I really have to wonder at the method they use to reach decisions. I swear it involves a dartboard.
And in fifteen minutes I leave for a lunch date. I would be more enthusiastic about it if I'd actually remembered to bring money to buy myself something to eat. Rats. Since the co-luncher also works on campus, we agreed to stay up here and not lose our parking places. I guess the lack of cash will ensure that I won't be tempted to head down to the new Chik-fil-A in the basement. I think I might have enough change for a soda...
This was a glorious weekend out at faire. The weather was perfect and Saturday's crowd was a lot of fun. The Sunday crowd seemed a bit dead, and that tends to pull my energy level down a bit, but it was still a good day. I had something really funny happen on Saturday, but of course my ferret brain has forgotten. I even thought to myself "Gotta put that one in LJ on Monday." Stupid ferret brain. Got to meet some of the Minneapolis crew and impressed the hell out of the king, prince, and a guardsman with The Hand Trick. When the prince could speak again, he kissed my (non-slobbery) hand and said "You're a goddess." Wiggle! One of my great joys in life is making people happy, but it's also really fun to shock 'em once in a while.
I got to see three of my grad students out on Sunday--the Medievalist crew. I hope they had a good time. I worry that the academics will come out to faire expecting some sort of realistic representation of the renaissance when what they're going to get is a fantasy interpretation squirted out of a can of Cheez Whiz. I'm fairly confident that the graduate students still maintain a sense of humor, though. So they should be fine.
This morning was a meeting with the Graduate School. Wasn't as bad as it could have been, but that's not saying a lot. They're implementing more stupid application procedures that make absolutely no sense at all. I really have to wonder at the method they use to reach decisions. I swear it involves a dartboard.
And in fifteen minutes I leave for a lunch date. I would be more enthusiastic about it if I'd actually remembered to bring money to buy myself something to eat. Rats. Since the co-luncher also works on campus, we agreed to stay up here and not lose our parking places. I guess the lack of cash will ensure that I won't be tempted to head down to the new Chik-fil-A in the basement. I think I might have enough change for a soda...