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Whoo. Lords & ladies, I was scared and a bit depressed at the end of Saturday, but it looks like we've got ourselves a Faire! Yesterday's scenes worked, the fights clicked and even got ooos and ahhs (and, maybe more importantly, didn't involve blood being drawn or axes flying where they weren't supposed to), the audience (including juliansinger, callunav, akycha, heavenscalyx and asciikitty, yay!!) was into it* and really fun to listen to ("I want to see what the evil witch lady does to you!"), and...just wow, generally. Getting to lie under the drawbridge and listen to four little kids debate exactly how Rob got hit with the arrow ("They used a special one that doesn't have a pointy tip!") is going to be one of the high points of the summer, I know it.

Wow to the point that I'm interested in doing a commedia thing with someone I barely know, just to get some more of this. I'm insane.

Don't get me wrong, Saturday worked...it just felt like, well, you know how a really good group is supposed to operate like "a well-oiled machine"? There wasn't any oil in Gloucester that day. Except maybe under the guards' stocking caps. Don't get me started on my hair after this weekend.

Now it's time to hydrate, scrub my hands until the black leather stains go away and I don't look like I've just been fingerprinted by the cops, go over the lines and choreography, catch up on sleep and get ready for Friday. Oh, and heal. Silly Oaken, slamming into the drawbridge all dramatically...


*Audience member who was maybe a little bit TOO much into it: a patron thought our dungeon was a BDSM-style dungeon and asked to be tied up and whipped. Um, no. But thank you for attending this fine all-ages show.

Random Things

On my way back down 128 after the Faire Sunday, I ran into this huge traffic back-up. About three miles long, and I was getting more and more puzzled as to what it could be--people coming back from the beach, maybe?

No.

Finally I reached the cause: two cars had pulled off the road and a woman was walking her black cocker spaniel, and hundreds of Our Fine Drivers had been compelled to slow down and take a look.

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I had a dream last night where I was a Martian law enforcement official--big, green--from a culture that considered itself far superior to the neighboring humans, which is why it was so galling to need their help. See, we'd taken it on ourselves to discover gates to other dimensions--NASTY dimensions--and secure them, and why bother to let the earthlings even know they existed? I mean, it would only lead to them wanting to poke and prod and tinker and...no no, we knew better.

Pride, fall, you know the story. Suddenly nasty tentacle things from the worst dimension of all were leaking through, and when I took this Earthling cop in to show her how tight the security around the gate was, it took her five seconds to notice that our 'security' was a sack tied around a floating gate the size of a dartboard...and that a Terran mouse had gotten in and chewed a little hole in it. Oops.

Side note: the Terran cop was the Faire performer some folks refer to, with justification, as "ADHD Lass." In the dream she spoke a lot more normally, but she was really fast with her six-guns.
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So when I wake up from this dream, what's in our bathtub? A mouse. Toby's as happy and excited as if he, personally, was responsible for trapping him in there. I name the mouse Mr. Googles (for his big eyes), herd him into a tupperware container, and take him to the park to start his new life.

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Okay, how bright is it for a vet's office to have "Everybody Hurts" playing on their 'on hold' music?!? Ack!