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doing the crone-shuffle
Sunday, 22 May 2005 11:59 amMy worst suspicions about my carnivorous car have been confirmed. Last night, taking advantage of my exhausted and mind-numbed state, it made a spirited attempt to eat me with its boot. (Mouths on both ends, how scary is that?). Fortunately, even in my zombie state the l33t Jedi reflexes (thank you, Jo) cut in, and I dodged, so it only managed to hit me on the head with the edge of the descending door. I have a lump this morning. It's painful.
The exhausted zombie state, and this morning's crone-like shuffle, are the result of two days of cooking for last night's SCA event, which was good, if tiring, and has left me with an aching back. I am still at one with the peculiar state of Zen mathematics where I can significantly overcater for more people than I actually planned to (not much with the pre-booking, our Shire) and still bring the feast in several hundred rand under budget. I never had much truck with sensible numbers.
As usual, many willing and able helpers saving my sanity during the cooking process, but a strange and nasty phenomenon has raised its head in the Shire: Early Fade Syndrome. By the time we ate dessert, on time as planned, half the guests had left. By the time clean-up happened, a lot more trickled away. The final kitchen tidy was done by a group of five of us, and Evil Landlord and I finished unpacking the cars after midnight. Very gear-intensive hobby, the SCA. The Fade Syndrome problem is arising for two reasons, I think: one, we're attracting a bunch of newcomers, which is cool, but they're at the early stage of "oooh, shiny SCA" and haven't yet cottoned onto the need to chip in, which means effectively the old, core group are running events for the newbies. Two, bunches of our core group are (gasp!) having babies, necessitating that they go home early, so the celibate and sensible among us have to take up the slack. Which is understandable and inevitable, but a bit wearing.
Anyway. All of above exhausting wossname is not assisted by the fact that I now have to do a serious pile of marking, before Thursday. Further blog entries in the next few days will be plaintive meeps issuing from under a large, badly-written pile of paper. Sigh.
p.s. talking of l33t Jedi reflexes, Dayle pointed me to this recently. Star Wars Last Supper. Heh.
The exhausted zombie state, and this morning's crone-like shuffle, are the result of two days of cooking for last night's SCA event, which was good, if tiring, and has left me with an aching back. I am still at one with the peculiar state of Zen mathematics where I can significantly overcater for more people than I actually planned to (not much with the pre-booking, our Shire) and still bring the feast in several hundred rand under budget. I never had much truck with sensible numbers.
As usual, many willing and able helpers saving my sanity during the cooking process, but a strange and nasty phenomenon has raised its head in the Shire: Early Fade Syndrome. By the time we ate dessert, on time as planned, half the guests had left. By the time clean-up happened, a lot more trickled away. The final kitchen tidy was done by a group of five of us, and Evil Landlord and I finished unpacking the cars after midnight. Very gear-intensive hobby, the SCA. The Fade Syndrome problem is arising for two reasons, I think: one, we're attracting a bunch of newcomers, which is cool, but they're at the early stage of "oooh, shiny SCA" and haven't yet cottoned onto the need to chip in, which means effectively the old, core group are running events for the newbies. Two, bunches of our core group are (gasp!) having babies, necessitating that they go home early, so the celibate and sensible among us have to take up the slack. Which is understandable and inevitable, but a bit wearing.
Anyway. All of above exhausting wossname is not assisted by the fact that I now have to do a serious pile of marking, before Thursday. Further blog entries in the next few days will be plaintive meeps issuing from under a large, badly-written pile of paper. Sigh.
p.s. talking of l33t Jedi reflexes, Dayle pointed me to this recently. Star Wars Last Supper. Heh.
