What, no Apocalypse?

Well, not surprisingly, 06/06/06 passed without our planet being devoured by the flames of hell. I think the worst thing that happened was the remake of The Omen got released on that day.

From the few I know who have seen it, I hear it's really weak, not that I would have watched it anyway. I'm done with horror movies. The old Omen scared me to DEATH, but I think I was 6 or 7 when I saw it. Way too young. But then again, I got scared by The Blob, so I can't vouch for the 'actual scariness' of the original Omen.

I haven't wanted to go out to ANY movies lately, because I am now completely certain that Hollywood has run out of good ideas. I mean, a remake of Aeon Flux? Please!

Ok, I'll admit I'm looking forward to Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Mans' Chest but I do have a penchant for pirates...

As for the SCA news, currently in Artemisia, if one were to go to an event called Uprising, one could stroll into the Darbuka encampment and find my partner and a few good friends all camped in my old 20'x30' bedouin tent.

And I just KNOW that there is some good music going on, and everyone within earshot is falling asleep to it every night. Sigh. But I'm not jealous. Nope.

I'm so glad my new guy has a great group of people to go to his very first camping event with. We were able to find him a replacement drum (for the one in his stolen car) to take with so that he can learn those tricky 10/8's.

Well, his absence is giving me some free time to blog, and catch up on other projects. Huzzah!

Here are some things I've wanted to share with you all:

The SCA gets mentioned in a "Ripley's Believe It or Not!" comic. That makes us officially geeks!

Also, the DaVinci Code has apparently created a surge of interest in arcane languages and artifacts. Well, you don't have to go all the way to Europe to dig up nifty cryptic stones: right here in America is the Kensington Runestone. This article has some new info that seeks to verify that Norwegians visited America in 1362.

And most importantly, I've been wanting to mention Your Inner Vagabond for quite some time, mostly because I admire them, but now because anything you buy helps get them back on their feet after a fire. Go for the photo gallery at least. These people REALLY live the dream.

Friday the Thirteenth

I just HAD to write a post on Friday the Thirteenth. Only because I'm NOT superstitious. Did you know there is actually a specific fear of the number 13?

It's called triskadekaphobia.

Oh, AND it's a full moon. I've been outside once already today, and let me tell you the crazies are out in force.

I'm just going play it safe and get ready for a fabulous weekend at Winter Oasis. I'm taking my fencing gear in case I can get authorized for rapier on Sunday so that I can fight at Estrella War!

I'll post an event review maybe by monday, if I'm recovered by then. Because OF COURSE I'm going to the post revel...

I should have stuck with witchcraft

So when I was a wee lass of oh, say 15, I was fascinated by the occult.

I had tarot cards, pendulums, runes and even a Ouija board to help me unravel the mysteries of the metaphysical universe.

I fell off the wagon around age 25 and became agnostic (thanks, J). I'm thinking now that I should have stuck with the witchcraft. Then I could counter the huge freaking CURSE that has been sticking to me like glue for the last couple of years.

I'm not going to bitch about all (okay, most) of the bad things that have happened lately, because if I remember anything from my 'darker' days it is that if you feed something, you give it life.

After a conversation today with my Don (the guy who broke his leg skiing) I came to the conclusion that it might not be ME. It might be my JOB.

Now, I have a great deal of respect for entrepreneurs. IF they are ethical and honest. Being an ethical and honest businessperson myself, I made it abundantly clear during my interview here, that I would not stand for certain practices. I was flat-out LIED to. Two and a half years later, here I am, having bitten my tongue on more occasions than I can possibly count, and I have just been served my lay off notice.

I saw it coming. This place has so much negative energy stuck to it that it's frightening. I'm honestly HAPPY to know that after the end of April, that I do not EVER have to set foot in this dysfunctional place again. Funny that the boss thinks he's completely in 'the right' all the time. I've gotten hundreds of calls and letters that say otherwise. And all these people are directing negative energy at him and his business.

Now, about that witchcraft. Should I take revenge on the boss? No, that would be bad karma. But I WILL set up an altar in my office for the remaining time I have left here. Black candles, sage, crystals, the whole nine yards. I'll even bust out the Feng Shui and run a strip of red tape all the way around my door frame. That ought to make the receptionist and accountant happy! They hate me anyway, might as well think I'm a total freak. That will give them much more to gossip about.

With my altar, I will prevent this curse from having any further effect on me. I will leave here knowing that I don't have to stuff my morals in a little box anymore. I will leave and never look back. Unless I choose to mock this place in a future blog entry, that is.

Hmmm, I should make a photocopy of "The Tower" from my old tarot deck and tape it to the window to speed up the process of destruction.