Much Ado About Something
Wuuuh.... *thud*
Long weekend with lots of ups and downs. I'm ready to call it quits for now and just get some alone-time with Wolf Pup. We had a good time overall, and the shows were fun (I'll try and post some pictures) but remind me not to be a member of court again for a while. I much prefer being a free-ranging maiden than a lady who has to participate in political intrigue. (That, and my character got hit on by Emil the Black... not that he's not cute but... joy) Anyway, I saw way too much and far too little of my family. Went to folk life for a bit, had sushi, walked the beach, played with horses, etc etc etc. I actually managed to get most of (if not all??) my work done.

This weekend spawned a series of random jokes and in-jokes including some Tourette-y nonsense about Sizzler (who the hell eats at sizzler?), the secret life of slugs and dick-itch cookies (don't ask). I also discovered I have a major gripe with the phrase "how do you do?". How do you do what??? What the FUCK does that MEAN? So I say "How do you do?" and you say "Well, thank you." and the whole exchange might as well have taken place between zombie chickens for all the sense it makes. Did the people who invented manners have any concept of BASIC GRAMMAR on top of formality? My theory is that they're all idiots...

Ah, and there was plenty of idiocy. Allie, Liz and I had a pleasant sugar high at the Seattle Center Saturday evening (pictures to come) and successfully scared several people with our sisterly giddiness. Justin left his wallet on the back of the car on our way out of Kirkland from the Bridle Trails show. It had $100 cash, and $50 albertsons and starbucks cards in it. Lucky for him it was returned by some generous lady who picked it up in the street. Very lucky for him. We drove the 8 mile loop between the park and where he noticed it was gone twice before giving up and going home. And its not the first time either, he left it on the car in the Everglades, Florida and didn't even notice until it was reported. Lucky bastard. Not so lucky for other things of which we learned later that night... but I'm not sure if I should print all happenings for the public without his consent. I'm not even sure *I* should talk about it, I don't know if I want to... it just fucks me up more.

Anyway, last night was the warm summer moon and despite the calamity I took a run and encountered some amature weed smokers in the park whilst I jogged. Almost offered them my water to soothe their coughing but it was worth a laugh more than anything. I was lucky enough to see a huge shooting star trace across the sky, behind the clouds and out again to the horizon. It left a sparkling trail as it fell and blazed as it disappeared... the biggest one I've ever seen. A portend of some kind?

Time for me to turn in. I'm pleased to be home, I think, and it's good to blog again.

Oh, and welcome back, Alex-san.