2004-01-30 - 4:16 p.m.
End of 2003, Thank Goodness
Okay, so last you heard from me was before Halloween. Here is the end of the year in brief. Busy.
Halloween was good. I don't remember it. I think we did Rocky Horror, followed by an arcane wall, which was well lit, and had great tunes, but didn't start till late, when I had to go to bed early. The next day I had work, and then went home long enough to get dressed up for PCP. We were at PCP a little bit, but I am pretty sure we called it an early evening cause Love had been down to Miami, and Shadowedge had been busy with me. I could be wrong though. The weekend after that, we had a cheap candy and costume party at our still new apartment. After that I believe we spent weeks unpacking, and moving Shadowedge stuff.
Someone had a Fetish Party in November, I think. We helped a little with set up and advertisement, but once again we were to busy to stick around long.
Turkey day came along. The main bird was had with Love's family. Then I visited me mum. Then home to unwind.
In early december, I actually helped out at the midnight breakfast. Symposium was held that Friday. It evolved into two or three parties, and the strongest from the various parties were called to answer the question. I think it went rather well, though some of us were in a fiesty argumentative mood.
Later in the month I met up with great old friends, and we had an awesome time in the town of the Great Earred evil. I watched my first set of Kareoke(sp), and was very glad I came with who I came with. They were all awesome, and if I had been there longer, and not driving, I am sure I would have sung something.
Then the Whirlwind of Winter set in, pulling me through time space at break neck speeds. I had time off, and the vortex began with a trip to Love's family in Tampa, followed by a day of stillness. The next day to Love's for lunch, me mums for dessert, down to Shadow's edge for dinner, and a marvelous Birthday. Saturday I went to me mum's again, and did some chores around the house. Saturday and Sunday, I believe we spent time with people, of which I know Half-Fallen Angel and Stoker were amongst. New Year's eve I bounced between two parties, in my quest to get home. It was an awesome time, if unfortunately rushed. New Years Day was spent near the airport. Friday I flew to Alabama. Hung out with Love, her family, and old friends, some of which were getting married. Sunday we finally got home. Monday I was ill from all the travel. Alabama wasn't as nightmarish as I thought it would be. The people were very nice and polite.
We finished moving in Shadowedge this week. Went to the Ren Fair last Sunday. Empty Hats was incredible. Saw Patrick Stewart on Monday. That was quite nice, but the film he just made was the best part of that. I am going to Aikido pretty regularly, if not enough. I hope to start sewing soon. Sims is evilly fun.
Also, I am running a D&D game, in a faerie LARP, in another D&D, as well as a Marvel Heroes Game. I also have plans for laying seige to yet another LARP.
I did lots of other stuff, but my memory is entirely made of cheese, swiss.
So, what have I been thinking? For those of you silly enough to wonder. I have been focussing a lot on comming up with ideas. I haven't started chasing them down yet, but I have released ideas as foxes for my mind to hunt down and put to use. To put my mental state into roleplaying terms (cause lets face it, we like roleplaying cause it lets you boil down life to a few variable and concepts). I am feeling the strain of banality, haunting me on the corners of my very being, threatening to leave me undone. This has tipped me towards my unseelie legacy, but only slightly, because I firmly hold to the path of light, even if I appreciate darkness. I am also feeling daunted. If it weren't enough to have external enemies, having to watch out for the internal ones makes life bothersome. Can I get away from it though? No. Which is probably good for me. I want to run and hide really. Set up a fort of dreams, and challenge the world to lay seige. But my philosophy for defense has always been to keep moving. I may even have to engage the world, which sounds foolish, but if I am careful, might be a good idea.
I said I have been reading diaryland more. This is quite true. I have to say though, I feel that reading diaryland would best be done with a cigar, and a tall snifter of brandy. It is like interacting with the ghosts of my friends. Their psychic impression left on cyberspace to resonate to me the motions of their lives in the after life. My mind grabbing at pieces, trying to put together a picture, looking at it, and seeing all the shadows where there wasn't enough data. I am overjoyed to have these windows, but longing follows these.
It has given me a theory about life and friends, though. A model I hope not to follow, but pose as a model of behavior, that may be malleable if we change some of the precepts.
So a person comes of age, and is issued out into the world. Generally a quest for tribe friends ensues. A tribe is found. Time ensues. Entropy sets in. Seperations, arguements, betrayals, and growth split the tribe, leaving scars on the individual. In this state, the desire to build close tribe is eclipsed, but the need for other people continues. New friends are formed slowly and grudgingly, with ill will at the boiling center of being. Thus the slow isolation of modern culture overtakes the sociable in the modern world, playing the masses into the great illness. This leaps to a different theory I have. Isolation and lonliness being the most powerful tools the "Man" has in his arsenal of tools to control the populace, right up there with misinformation in usefulness.
There is the model. Now you can fix it, if you feel like it.
