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Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain


The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.


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I worked entirely too hard this weekend and beat up myself entirely too much. Right now, my left kneecap has a colorful bruise, my right knee is missing a piece of flesh, and my wrist aches, and all because of skating.

Yesterday, I had a two hour exhibition rehearsal in the morning. I thought it would be easy, as I was under the impression that we were going to run through the exhibition four times and be done with it. What I neglected to realize is that there are some people who've hardly been to practice and still didn't know the opening and closing numbers. So instead of skating maybe a third of the time, I was busting my ass for more than two hours. Which isn't bad except that I was one of two dummies who volunteered to pose in a split at the end of the opening number (hence the boo-boo on my right knee because I was wearing shorts and my knee sliding across the floor took the skin off) and, being tall, I am at the center of the pinwheel at the end and have about eight people hanging off my arm and tearing my wrist out of the socket. Hence the sore wrist.

Also, the younger skaters really have trouble focusing, and Miss Jackie was losing her patience several times, I could tell. We do a big circle of nine allamans and they were all crashing into each other and giggling. They are also the short people yanking at my poor sore wrist during the pinwheel. There were two people there who I've never even seen before. I love performing in shows (exhibitions, whatever) but always resent that there's one or two people who never show up. I feel that, if you're going to make a commitment to performing in a show, then you should at least show up. Otherwise, don't participate. Now I work full-time and come from Ellicott City twice a week and haven't missed but a few (two at the most) practices.

Okay, now that I've covered part of Sunday, then it's back to Friday. Friday was nerd night. It was pretty ordinary as nerd nights go. Funny things were said and done that I can't remember now. I know that poor Zach lost miserably with his Dwarf army to Bobby's damned Bretons. (But everyone loses to Bobby's damned Bretons.)Potter's Dwarves also lost to Mike Murphy's Orcs, so it was just a bad night for Dwarves. (But Potter always loses, so again, not surprising.)

We were supposed to go to Games Day on Saturday. Last year, they gave away free limited access passes. This year, the tickets were $40 in the store and $45 at the door. Oh no! I am not paying $40 just to look at the Golden Demon models! (Which is all I really wanted to do.) I will see them when they are published on the Internet or in White Dwarf a few weeks from now.

Instead, we went hiking at Patapsco Valley. Hence the fact that I did beat myself senseless this weekend because that last hill is no joke.

Saturday night, we saw Kingdom of Heaven. At some point, I'm sure I'll write a review of it. For now, I don't feel like wrapping my brain around it. I need to organize my thoughts first. I have Monday-head, and my head feels like it is filled with sawdust or maybe bits from a cross-cut shredder. (The one at Bobby's workplace makes paper dust. Maybe that?) Right now, all I want to do is work on the D&D campaign, maybe write a bit, and avoid running scads of warrants. (Kathy picked up 14 on Friday, but she filed three of them as detainers.) I can't wait to get settled financially so that I can start my own business. This sucks.
Painfully yours,
Medium Dawn Felagund of the Fountain

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