MySpace Story Chain Letters and SAVE Deadwood

My SCA MySpace group has swelled in size over the last couple of months. It is now over 2,500 members. Because of moderating the group, I get all kinds of messages, requests and forwards. But one of the most horrible things about MySpace (even though most of it is fun) is the 'story chain letters'. One person starts a story, and the next adds a few words, and so on...

I usually just delete stuff like this, but I realized that I pretty much lived this story so far at Estrella War last February.

I have decided to start a 3 word story, lets keep it SCA related and for those who dont know what SCA is then just keep it Medieval related like knights, horses, kings etc. so come on!!! War is coming lets get geared up and play ^_~ Copy and paste into a new bulletin with your 3 words at the bottom !!!

No Sh*# there I Was:

1. I had Just - Julie
2. Finished Killing the - Gunther *G.E.R.*
3. Fighter from lame - Sammy
4. Then drank Bane - Magical lol
5. All Night Long ~ Dargo
6. even though my ~ Bishy
7. bottle of Rum ~Krusty
8. was almost empty ~ madihah
9. and my Pants ~ Patrick
10. were on the flagpole ~ Meriam
11. In drunken bewilderment ~ Mhari
12. I staggered to ~ Rick
13. a Nightwolf Party ~ Fonda
14.To Hunt pirates~Jessika star butt
15: and drink mead ~ Carrie

I'll keep an eye on this chain and see if it gets funnier....

Another thing learned from MySpace today: Where to go to protest HBO for cancelling Deadwood: SAVEDEADWOOD.NET

Scrambled Ramblings

As I was not so gently reminded by one of my readers the other day, it has been WAAAY too long since I've posted anything of worth here, and I'm sorry for that.

Let's just say that working too much overtime, moving and settling into a new place will do that to you. Oh, and getting totally sucked in to HBO's Deadwood Seasons 1 & 2 DVDs. I've never liked westerns. Until now. It's Shakespeare with the most incredibly vulgar swearing. I'm totally hooked. But don't worry, I'm not going to run off and join another reenactment society! But to reenact the old west would be anachronistic indeed! Too bad I just can't get over the guns. I'd much rather fence.

Moving to Caerthe has lessened my commute to Caer Galen fencing practice to only 25 minutes! Not that I've been able to fence much lately, though. Oh, moving is SUCH a bother. Speaking of 'bother', did you know Winnie the Pooh got a star on the hollywood walk of fame? How cool is that?

I mostly feel like Eeyore right now, though.

Hopefully my mood will change with the coming weekend. I'm heading up to Unser Hafen for Luck of Heroes. I'll be bringing a couple of boxes of SCA stuff I want to sell. Not that I'm trying to compete with the auction.... OK, I am. But I'll give over an item or two for that. I'm not completely selfish.

On the horizon - I'm starting a couple of new and finishing up a few old sewing projects. So if you happen to be wandering around my new neighborhood and hear screaming, it's probably just me.

Other projects: An updated version of the Outlands Map by 20th year. Even though I can't make it to that event...but can I pull this one off? I sure hope they get cloning perfected soon. I'm going to need four of me this summer....

Speaking of summer, the camping event season officially opens for the summer at Grand Outlandish, and I really REALLY should go. The new site is apparently much better than the previous sand traps. And I've heard something about a ShadowStag party?

It's only SIX WEEKS AWAY. SIX.

Unless a bag of money falls out of the sky into my lap, I don't foresee this one working out. Maybe I'll get incredibly lucky and find a job in Denver. One that wouldn't mind me taking four days off right away. Sure.

And more time off for Glory. And that wedding that conflicts with 20th Year.

Yeah, and I'd like MORE time off for that free trip to Trimaris...I wonder if there's any good events to crash? Hmmm...Trimaris is the home of TheQuarter.org. Maybe a reconnaissance mission is in order??

Crossed anachronisms

Earlier this evening I went to Unser Hafen Baronial Yule, a small and cozy event that the Queen herself attended. The food was great, court was punctuated by fabulous musical interludes and a Darbukan Dame getting Stagged.

Then, I received a present that I had asked for. Deadwood season one and two. I was instantly stretched between the medieval and the old west. I wanted to leave and go home and watch them immediately. But I wanted to stay and dance, eat and see great friends. I chose to stay and watch them tomorrow. But it was a close struggle.

The event wound down, and we adjourned to a local residence for the obligatory post revel. But I had planned ahead and brought a swimsuit for the hot tub. Ahhh, modern technology. As we were socializing and the tub was getting ready, a bunch of us ended up discussing Firefly and Serenity gossip and opinions.

One was that Shepherd Book's story was told in Serenity: He used to be an assassin as well. Ok, I can go with that. Another was that Alan Tudyk asked to be killed off in Serenity because he has cancer in real life? I was concerned enough about this one to look it up online, but I can find no evidence to support this one.

Another rumor is that a local SCA'er has apparently found documentation for the Jayne Hat, which would mean it is period and I can wear mine at events. How's that for crossover? Now I completely feel like I'm living in the wrong time.

As I basked in the 103 degree water, I saw a shooting star, and wondered if 500 years from now, someone will be reenacting us...and will it take place aboard ships like Serenity?

Up on Cripple Creek

There's a lot of history right here in Colorado that I haven't really explored enough of. Take Cripple Creek, for example. Last weekend, I went with my parents, and observed while they gambled at the various noisy, flashing slot games.

Now, I'm not one for throwing my hard earned cash into a machine (except old school arcade games and pinball machines), but it sure seemed like they were having fun. Especially when the money goes up instead of down.

I know that there's been gambling going on there since there were enough men to sit around a table with a deck of cards.

The old brick facades of the casino seemed to taunt me with their faded history. As I walked up and down the main drag, I could imagine dirty, tired miners bringing down their gold nuggets from the hills, ready to spend their wealth on whiskey and whores. The stories and songs of the place just seem to seep up out of the ground. I got the feeling there was a lot of blood mixed in with that dirt. Blood and corruption.

It occurred to me that this is a place that people have come for many years to show off and blow off steam. I saw fine gentlemen in hats, ladies all dressed for a night on the town, peacekeepers patrolling the streets, making sure that the local toughs don't roll you for your recent winnings. Children eating sweets, dogs begging for scraps. Craftsmen hawking their wares on the street. Lowlifes leaning against the age-darkened brick of a building that their great-grandfathers frequented, selling God only knows what to unsuspecting addicts. This could have been 100 years ago, and only the clothes would have been different.

I walked way up the hill towards the train, and found an antique shop that also made 'old timey' photos. I nearly fell victim to an 80 year old lace parasol in the store. Seriously, what on earth would I do with that? So I opted for the photo shoot instead. The nice couple working the props tried really hard to get me into a dress, but I would have none of that.

"Give me a gun and a bottle of whiskey!" I said.

"Oh, you're one of those girls, huh?"

Yes, apparently, I am. Calamity Jane reincarnate. Except I can't hit the broad side of a barn with a rock on a good day. Let me tell you that gun was really, really heavy. The only way I could've hurt anyone with it would have been to drop it on their foot.

As I posed for the camera, I wondered: "Would I make a good extra on Deadwood?" Naw, they'd probably try and put me in a dress, too. And they've already got a Calamity Jane. Oh, well.

There happened to be a classic car show as well (as if I didn't have enough anachronistic things on my mind) and a whole bunch of bikers came cruising through town on their modern-day horses. I got that double-image past and present feeling again, and imagined ghostly horsemen riding alongside them.

Damn it all if I don't want a Harley now.