This tiny pink paper is folded in half. It's a letter from my half-sister (the only of my siblings who knows who I am.)

It's been sitting on my desk for about half an hour now.

I haven't read it yet.

Current Mood: pensive

There is Only one thing that could possibly be important enough for me to post after more than a year of silence in my own journal.

The next doctor will be....

If I had to have one wish for all of you, the ones I love best in this world...It'd be this:

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.

Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.

Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.

Merry Christmas, friends. May the holiday be as good to you, as you've all been to me.

Justin/Robert

Current Mood: content

Vaguely hungover, content. Eithni and PJ and Angie and Wren and Sara and I went out bowling last night and then to Sig's bar and then home. It was a lot of fun. Mateo gave me a call about noon to wish me a happy birthday, DreadEX wished me happy birthday in her LJ, and Marina sent me a birthday email.

Thank you everyone, my life is definately richer for my friends. ^_^

Current Mood: content

So, I was skimming through the Doctor Who wiki, trying to stem some boredom of the evening when I came upon the episode listings. "Brilliant," I thought. "I'll have a look, and torture myself a bit with the titles.

That's when I came upon this: Time Crash

And now I can't wait for my birthday. I was able to get last year's Children in Need episode from my torrent site. Now I'll be positively STALKING this one.

Current Mood: geeky

Well, the doors are closed, the place is silent, Andrew's gone, Bob's out of here on Wednesday, and I'm not far behind. The resort has the feeling of a great creature settling back and taking a deep breath of relieved stress. The last nights of festivies was had among many friends. It would be poetic to say there was a tinge of sadness over Andrew's going away party, but there wasn't. Over all, everyone was in high spirits, and happy for him. A bit of overindulgence happened that night, I was a bit headachy for fencing the next day, but the huge group of SCA folks gathered adn how could I refuse. The evening costume party began with me feeling a bit weary of the whole season, but the evening grew to be enormously fun. This summer was a new and interesting experience. I'm looking forward to my next summer on the resort, but I'm a bit relieved I won't be the fryer again. Not really sure where I was going with this at this point. That's alright. the season was fun, the season is done, on to ...ugh...winter. >.>

Current Mood: sleepy

Wow. All over the globe, thousands of fan fic writers and shippers just punched the air.

Dramatic Reveal

Current Mood: amused

So..I never read his work, but Robert Jordan has apparently passed away. Sorry to those of you who enjoyed his work and were awaiting his final novel of the Wheel of Time

Current Mood: cold

You know...sometimes..without trying...you just look the part.

Current Mood: amused

This is going to be a bit of a rambling entry, bear with me.

Nothing is worse than a bunch of nervous energy at 1:45 in the morning. I have no desire to sleep, no desire to deal with drunks in the bar past what it takes to get me my wandering drink, and no desire to sit and stare at the lake in the dark.

I've tried all these things so far.

So, now I'll try thinking. Buddhism has a concept of something that the japanese have grabbed onto very strongly, and has been cropping up in my mind for the last several days. The belief is a rather romantic one, and somewhat out of character for me after all these years. The concept goes that two people destined to be together are joined at the left pinky finger by a red string. Their destinies are joined.

So...What of all the little loves in between? Are these just little tangles in the millions and millions of strings as you gently pull your way towards that person on the other end of your string? Are they more accurately the people we bump into as we pull ourselves along, floating through life?

It's been a bit of a pensive evening for me. I'm not sure why. I've had the same play list of 14 songs running over and over again for hours. It's a rather eclectic mix of Eminem's rap music and japanese pop with a dash of Jonathon Coulton for good measure. I've got one or two things on the burner, so to speak, that are not coming to a boil as quickly as I like, so I have all this energy and nothing to do with it. I find myself skimming back over old journal entries, mine and some of my friends, and growing nostalgic. I almost never do this. I very rarely look back at what I and others have done, very rarely walk down the road I've walked down before. Oh, sure, I'll revisit memories when I tell a story, but I rarely sink myself into my past.

Bah. maybe I'm just getting old.

Current Mood: indescribable

So many people on tonight, but not the one person I want to....need to...talk to.

Current Mood: melancholy

1. Mundane Name:
Justin Flatt

2. Mundane Job:
Student, Chef's assistant

3. Persona name:
Lord Robert Talbot

4. How did you come up with your name?
Roberts have always been my friends and heros in life. Talbot came from Anne Rice books. It was a happy coincidence that both of them are readily documentable

5. What is your Knowne World location?
Montello (Madison), Wi.


6. What is your persona?
16th century english; The son of a midwife and an apothecary, Robert went to the Church at a young age. Somewhat disillusioned with the way God was handled in 16th century england, Robert left the seminary, and signed on with Capt. Michael St. Christian as chaplain of the Star Dogg'd Moon.


7. What kingdom do you consider to be your home?
Northshield

8. How long have you played?
11 years


9. How did you get started?
A friend in high school, having heard of my love for the local renaissance faire, introduced me.


10. Why did you join?
Because I didn't have to wait a year to attend events (I went to the faire every summer, but nothing all winter long) and I got to DO stuff. Like fight.

11. Have you registered a name?
Yep, signed, sealed, and just like it says above. Robert Talbot.

12. Have you registered a device?
Yep, canted and all (that's a play on heraldic terms in regards to the name and the device matching somehow. It's considered very neat, or so I'm told.)


13. What awards have you been granted? In what kingdom did you receive these awards?
AOA from the Middle, Queens glove, King and Queens Cyphers from Northshield, Baronial fighting award from Windhaven, Order of the Golden scalse from Jararvellir. Also held the Princess' Sleeve for Her (Then) Stellar Highness, Aesa Gilsdottir.


14. How many events do you attend each year?
Depends. Usually between 8 and 10 with 1 or 2 of those being out of kingdom wars.


15. What is the best event you have ever been to?
Gulf Wars!


16. What is the worst event you have ever been to?
The bitter bitter cold year at Gulf.

17. What event do you make it to every year?
Gulf Wars


18. What event do you refuse to go to?
I don't think there is really one I refuse to go to..Just some with lower priorities.


19. Who is your favorite person to hang at an event with?
All of them. Everyone I go with.


20. What activities do you participate in?
rapier fighting, getting into heavy fighting, sewing.

21. What activity would you like to learn?
I've got a deep dark fascination with archery.


22. Are you a marshal?
Oh, yes.

23. How many tents have you had destroyed at events?
....Mine or others?


24. Has your garb ever caught on fire?
....No...But I do look hot in it. >.>

25. Have you ever woke up in a strange person's tent?
Just my own.

26. Do you have a pavilion?
Kinda. It's a canvas cabin tent. It's...pavilion flavoured

27. Are you a peer?
No

28. Do you ever want to be a peer?
Yes, but probably not the way as is suitable for civil conversation in the SCA at the current time and climate.

29. Is it a coincidence that peer rhymes with beer?
yes

30. Are you a squire, apprentice or protegee?
no

31. Who would you like to be squired, apprenticed or protegee'd to?
Oh, my, the soap box that goes on with this and number 28. For the sake of argument, I'd love to be squired to Siegfried.

32. What is your war cry?
Click, Click, BOOM! (Also MOO! BOOM!) (Also the howling of the Hounds of Hell)


33. Have you ever been pulled off of the field for your safety?
no

34. What is the funniest thing that has ever happened to you in armor?


35. Have you read copora?
Cor-wha? Oooh..the really long thing that legalizes even while it tenderizes...no, no I haven't read that.


36. Circlets, how do you feel?
I have one, I don't typically wear it. A man is as good as his actions, not the trappings he wears.

37. What household(s) do you belong to?
Niether of these are households, but I'm a member of the Black Isle Academy of Defense, as well as The Hellhounds. I suppose the closest we get to a household is the Ship, the Star Dogg'd Moon.

38. If you could change one thing about the SCA what would it be?
drama and people who ruin the game


39. What is your favorite part of the SCA?
That golden moment when you look around a campfire that's engrossed in a song we all love and you realize that "Yes. This is the family I would choose. This is my home."


40. What is your SCA Goal for the next 7 years?
I dunno? King? Sure, why not, let's shoot high. King. >.>

Current Mood: sleepy

I'm a third of the way through that damn thing already and I have no clue at all what's going to happen. I only know what Already HAS happened...

( Harry Potter 7 Spoilers )

And just incase you read the spoilers and got this far... Obliviate!

^_^

Current Mood: geeky

So, as a week's gone by now since the start of this tale, And 3 full days since I arrived home at the end of it, I suppose I should write a little bit about this years Warriors and Warlords.

Working at a resort, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to get all the time off for it I wanted, but I did, and after waiting for the mail to arrive on thursday, fencingkitty and I got on the road in the late afternoon. The drive was uneventful, and not even particularly hot, except that we had to go about 13 miles out of our way to get the supplies for the weekend.

The site was large, expansive and pretty much what everyone's already said it was. Also, it was wonderful. I'm one of those people who don't mind having to move my chair around to find the shade. I survived Pennsic's Serengeti for a week, I certainly survived the wide open plains of WW for 4 days.

Friday was My Day(tm) I woke up, tottered down to the field too late to stop Dirk (I'm not spelling it the way he does, it's like...welsh or something..) from walking all over the poor kids in the walk the plank tourney. He's very much a strip fighter and that game was tailored to him. I understand he got 53 kills. However, what followed that was mateobard's unscarved tourney. It was a pretty good set up, 3 pools headed up by 2 dons and a warder, out of which came 1 candidate each for Mateo's 3 virtues (Prowess, Courtesy, and Joi de Vivre). I showed well in that first part, and was selected as something of a wild card from my pool. The second part was a Gates of Valhalla pool, wherein a circle of combatants turn and face each other, acknowledge someone and fight the first person that acknowledges them in return. You're cast out of valhalla when you lose, only to reenter when the person that killed you is killed.

This was run as part of the baroness' whim a couple of years ago and it was great fun. Additionally I had wicked flashbacks towards the end of it. The first one I was in had Warder Gallien, Warder Tristan and myself in the final and Gallien and I double killed which left Tristan the victor. This time around it was Roland, Miguel and I and thankfully doublekills were refought once. In the end, I stood victorious over the Mad Cardinal and the Foreign Visitor.

Which means a song! Yay! And I didn't have to get drunk to do it!

...however I made a good go of it that night. The plan was easy, and good. I had an empty bottle of tattoo and a full bottle of tattoo. I poured half of the full bottle of tattoo into the empty bottle of tattoo and topped them both off with sprite. Then I went out carousing. Talked with Ahlwin a bit up at the Torchlight tourney, finished off my one bottle and sent devikat back to camp for my second one. Then we wandered down to the Gray Fox party for a bit. It is here that my troubles began. I finished off my second bottle of tattoo (Read: One Full bottle in me) And I wandered up to the bar with my empty bottle intent on getting another drink. Arnora, being up-til-now a good wingman came with me. I set the bottle down on the bar and the conversation went like this:

BartenderButNotReally: "What can I get for you?"
Robert: "Got any Captain Morgan's Tattoo?"
BartenderButNotReally: "I have regular Captain's, is that okay?"
Robert: "Sure, why not. Give me a Captains and Clear."
Let me break here briefly to explain that a captains and clear in MY bar is a captains and clear soda.
BartenderButNotReally: {Insert words that I didn't hear because I was drunk and focused on my conversation with Arnora}
Robert: "Yeah, that's fine, captains and clear."

So I take my bottle of captains and clear and over the course of the next..maybe...30 minutes...I start to get REALLY REALLY drunk. Like disproportionate to what I'm drinking, or rather what I believe to be drinking. Thankfully eithni found me and got me home.

Here's where The Valuable Lesson comes in. Have a good wingman, nay..a GREAT wingman. Arnora still needs some teaching. KNOW YOUR BARTENDER...failing that...WATCH YOUR BARTENDER MAKE YOUR DRINK!

Apparently at that bar captains and clear didn't mean Captains and clear soda as it does in the bar here at the Estate....but, in fact, captains and EVERCLEAR. Yes, that's right kids...I put down a quarter of a liter of captains and everclear.

So, one might think "Oh dear lord, the HANGOVER that man must have had.." Heh. One might think that. But would I be the cadet of Michael St. Christian if I went out that way? No, of course not, and here then, oh you princes of men, is the conclusion to this sorry tale.

9 AM saturday, I wake up still drunk. Stumble to the necessary, then to the cooler to acquire 2 bottled water and some food. Down I sit for about 2 hours and nurse my way right out of drunk into stone cold sober. No headache, no vomitting (apart from the initial the night before. That probably saved me...like..literally.) Nothing. It took a bit of motivation to get into armor and up to the field because I more like passed out the night before, I didn't fall properly asleep, but I was cognescent enough to go to the Duel At Dawn tourney and go toe to toe with Dirk.

Saturday night I swore off the sauce and played wingman instead, getting a very inebriated Arnora a better drink and then a bit of a hangover cure. And then there was packing up on sunday which was BLOODY HOT and driving home.

It was very very fun, from start to finish. I had a great time, I have a great story and really...you can't ask for more than that.

Current Mood: content

There was The Wizard. Mr. Wizard.

He's gone now..

Well done, Mr. Wizard. And thanks for all the science.

Current Mood: Geekily Sad

Take: 1 tall Tom Collin's glass (you know, the frosted looking ones.)
Add: Ice
Add: Vodka
Add: Orange Juice
Add: RedBull
Add: Splash of Grenadine

Because everyone looks at a screwdriver and says "This could be a little more sonic."

Yes, tonight in a lull, Michael, Mateo, Leona and I created and tested The Sonic Screwdriver.

This summer's going to be fantastic.

Current Mood: amused

1. Where is your cell phone?
Pocket

2. Relationship?
Deeply

3. Your hair?
Stylish

4. Work?
Kitchen

5. Your sister?
Unknown

6. Your favorite thing?
Money.

7. Your dream last night?
Nonexistant

8. Your favorite drink?
Tattoo

9. Your dream car?
PJ's

10. The room you're in?
Used

11. Your shoes?
Floor

12. Your fears?
Loneliness.

13. What do you want to be in 10 years?
Graduated..>.>

14. Who did you hang out with this weekend?
Don's

15. What you're not good at?
Humility

16. Muffin?
Chocolate

17. One of your wish list items?
Money.

18. Where you grew up?
Neenah

19. The last thing you did?
Drove

20. What are you wearing?
Hawaiian

21. What aren't you wearing?
Shoes

22. Your pet
kitties

23. Your computer?
Powerhouse

24. Your life?
Average

26. Missing?
Some

27. What are you thinking about right now?
Booze

28. Your car?
Loud

29. Your kitchen?
packed

30. Your summer?
Hopeful

31. Your favorite color?
rainbow

32. When is the last time you laughed?
recently

34. School?
Perpetually

35. Love?
Abundant.

Current Mood: content

The internet makes people a little too accessible when a girl I dated in my freshman year of highschool managed to find me on Myspace. I haven't spoken to her in years, for christ sake.

The internets is a scary scary place.

Current Mood: weirded out

This is the best...thing...EVAR!

http://www.nandahome.com/

"Why is your alarm clock running away?"

"Well..if you woke me up, wouldn't you?"

Current Mood: amused