Blots; The Orgy Was Cancelled

If you are in the Nashville area from Oct. 8-10, please look for your free copy of Blots at the Southern Festival of Books. Yours truly has a piece in the newest issue, 10.1, hot off the presses. Blots is a local zine with national flava, and I'm bringing it from Detroit. Okay, not so much the funky flava, more just a bit of weirdness. Find it! Get it! Take a picture of yourself holding it! Which is what I will do when my copy arrives in the next couple of weeks.

Did I mention that Blots is little sister to Ink Monkey? Yeeeaaahhhh... Cool, huh?

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Now I answering your burning questions: First, how did the orgy go?

THERE WAS NO ORGY. &#@$!%^

In fact, B and I even thought the tits on display lacked their usual fanfare. Last year, they hit an all-time high, with corsets cinching in waists and boosting breasts to over-spillage everywhere. This year, not so much. We also noticed that there were very few Steampunk costumes. Rude language? Hardly. This was, we feel, a family-friendly Ren Fest. Sure, one guy hawking his handmade wooden mugs did call out to a passing woman drinking beer out of a plastic cup, "My wood will get you drunk faster, lady!" But aside from being slightly confusing, it was just amusing. I wouldn't care if my kid heard that. And now, pics!

Becky and Brian go to the fair! Check out my chic shades! $5 at the mall!

The main boulevard. Like the flags.

It had rained earlier that morning, and everywhere was mud, mud, mud.

Live chess. Pieces fought each other. Pirate vs. Prince. Pirate lost!

Gratuitous pics of Gryff sleeping, above and below. *g*

If you'd like to check out pics of the site of a former Ren Faire, now abandoned, you can see it here. It's funny, because this just posted to Abandoned Places, and while at the Fest, I was wondering what it looked like during the rest of the year. I'd love to wander when no one else was around. And is it strange that I was looking at the pics of the abandoned faire grounds and analyzing it for its zombie-defense capabilities? (it rated very low, unfortunately)

Next post, birthday pics. ;)

Wirework Art; Directions To The Orgy, Please; Neil Gaiman

Cheshire Flea by urban_elf

It's not just the wire work, which is incredible (check out the detail in the last two pics), but her overall cleverness. There's more to this than just this guy -- click and see. *g*

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Decided last night to return to my favorite writing method, Write Drunk, Edit Sober, after reading about someone else doing it. I can't recall who, because I was already tipsy. This morning, I see I've got some strange drabbles. One was clearly inspired by Little Red Riding Hood, but then again, it may only be clear to me because I have been told I was expounding on my "favoritest fairy tale of them ALL" last night with wine glass in hand. Matador. That's all I can say.

We have tickets to the Renaissance Festival, and we're going tomorrow. While trying to find discount tickets online, I saw a number of reviews of the fest. It has never occurred to me in all the years we've gone that the festival is not perhaps as kid-friendly as organizers would like you to believe. Then again, we don't have kids, so perhaps I found the adult-oriented in-jokes during the shows and songs to be clever, and not offensive. And the language the people in character spew at each other as they stroll the grounds -- sure, it's a bit blue, I guess. And some of the women's costumes, well, yes, I'll agree that they sometimes seem a bit more "fetish" than "Renaissance," but hey, to each his own. Personal expression. The Italians are masters of leatherwork, so no doubt there were ladies of the court doffing their heavy gowns to show their amores some brilliant piece of tit-exposing bridlewear (hehe) each night.

However, the review I found most amusing said that this fest was more akin to a carnal affair than a carnival, saying that if one was "available and promiscuous, then go in costume, you'll be sure to get laid at least once." They remarked on the amazing amount of sexual activities going on in the parking lot.

Brian and I are appalled. How have we not seen even one little blowjob during our visits? Not even an exposed nipple! Bare bum pressed against a window? Come on, throw us a bone (literally).

We will be on the look-out tomorrow for the orgy. Clearly, they are hiding this from us. But we are dedicated. Also, we need to sharpen our skills. We'll be looking for Hidden Mickeys next month in Disney, so we'll practice by looking for discreet oral acts tomorrow.

Neil Gaiman blogs that he has been riding a bike twelve thousand miles a day and has since come up with his next big book. He calls it "prose project," but that's a book. I am simultaneously overjoyed and annoyingly jealous. Of Neil Gaiman. And then, in trying to buck myself up, I said, "Hey! If Neil Gaiman knew about you, he'd be jeal... he'd be... No. He wouldn't be jealous of you at all." And I was back to square one, with an added bonus of depression.

Blowjobs. Must look forward to possibility of blowjobs.

Off to polish and submit drabbleage. It's a chance, I know. But maybe I'm brilliant when I'm drunk and just don't know it. also tomorrow is my birthday tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow aaaaiiiieeeee so excited!!!!