Dear Diary, Not so much with the sunrise counting anymore.  The weather has been really really hot.  The stick-fighting got under way and I tried not to miss it all that much, and that seemed to work.  The heat probably helped convince me that abandoning my more martial hobby was a good idea, what with […]

Dear Diary, I finished my class prep for Early Period Arts and Sciences Day next week.  This one’s a killer: How to Be a Bad-Ass Bard in Three Easy StepsStep One: Be F’ing BrilliantStep Two: Be Really CharismaticStep Three: Work Your Ass OffIt worked for Etaine, it worked for Anubh, and it apparently works for […]

We went to Tim’s on Sunday to eat Callinectes sapidus: beautiful swimmers.  That has to be one of the best summer rituals we Americans have come up with.  Water bugs taste gooooooood.  Old Bay tastes gooooood.  Drawn butter with lemon juice tastes goooooooood.  And then all of that together, with perhaps some beeeeer—mmmmmmmm.  Until it […]

I can’t wait I can’t wait!  The felt version of Ultuna is in the washer right now, hopefully binding itself tightly together into a stable, funny hat.  I was busting my hump last night to get this thing to come together.  I’m sure it’s harder to make in steel, but it hasn’t been easy in […]

Another cranial creation complete.  But it is smaller than we intended.  Or smaller than we thought we intended.  It will serve some purpose well, though it will likely be replicated.  And not in a Blade Runner kind of way.  Ultuna:  heah.Feltuna: We are almost off to the big P.  Prepare to have your skulls measured, […]

I finished my Red Tail Hawk Socks.  I finished the fifth Season of the Sopranos.  I’m temporarily done with the laundry, the catbox is clean, I’m pages away from the end of Bury Me Standing.  I’m pretty much convinced that we already had the 2005 Potomac Celtic Festival, though I can barely believe it, which […]

Is this thing on? Some folks–a potter in particular–want hats, but we’ve hatted everyone bold enough to ask for a hat and careful enough to submit their head measurements. Which is sad, considering there are as yet only four bona-fide members of our shadowy tribe. Think of our safety, here: folks who knit large wool […]

a h’aon: Cindy’s gift, cunningly displayed at Tuatha with a “sold” tag on it.  My spies say she showed it to  her daughter during the festival and said she wanted me to make her one.  You can’t quite tell from here, but it’s lined with the rest of the material I used to make umm […]

It is June 5th, which means that my PCF pals and I have very few days left to do whatever needs doing before our lov-er-lee festival.  If you see me and I look, well, entirely burnt out, please pour some iced coffee or co-cola or maybe a really large amount of bourbon in my mouth.  […]