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Gobbleslaying Palooza 2009

Nov. 29th, 2009 | 09:03 pm

The weekend started off great with Kearsley playing at Boston Gourmet, lots of friends, and 4 rum drinks. The next morning, not so great actually. Cooking hung over For The MotherFing Lose.
Saturday kicked off Gobbleslayer Palooza 2009. I made baked ziti, sausage and peppers, sweet and sour meatballs, lots of alcohol and of course..fire. Despite the fact the boulder that backs the firepit had a Flip factor of 8, there were no trips to the ER for burn treatment. Though Colin came close a couple times.

Some amusing moments of the evening..

Erin: I wonder if Jer got lost
Notsurewhosaiditbutitwasfunny: He's already here. You just can't see him. Cause he's a ninja.

Clifton: [Mocking the turkey balloons on the mailbox] It's the universal sign of part-ay ova heeeeeeaaaaaa!

Erin: Facebook status update...Flippy just wiped his ass on my arm.

Clifton: Rae Rae!
Erin: Imma cut you.

Erin: Are you flirtin with meeeeee :)
Sara: Uhhuh

Jer: I keep waiting for someone to announce "became a fan of anal" on facebook.

Kearsley: You know it would help if you were stupid..
Erin: *blinkblink*


Jer: I just made myself sick.

Erin: Maybe that's why he looked so angry. He had jizz in his pants.

AJ: So who are you playing with?
Erin: That's a loaded question..

[Sara and I sitting at the fire]
Jer: I hate you guys..[Jer walks away]
Sara: He'll be back. He's a masochist.

Good times. Nice seeing everyone. [:

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"Kindness" —Naomi Shihab Nye

Nov. 28th, 2009 | 09:43 am

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

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What's Thanksgiving Eve without a gratuitous "What I am Thankful For" post?

Nov. 25th, 2009 | 09:38 am

Things Erin is thankful for...in no particular order.

1. A job. Really. I get paid very well for a job that's pretty laid back, and while the company does a lot of things backasswards (typical of most corporate giants), my paycheck clears every two weeks and security card works every morning. I do a lot of tedious work, but I also get the go-ahead to pursue other things I normally wouldn't at another company. My co-workers are some of the best people I've ever had the pleasure of working with, and my bosses know if they give me a project and a deadline, it'll get done, and mostly don't bother me in between those two points. I count myself exceedingly fortunate in that respect, and hope I continue to be for a while to come.

2. Family. My family is pretty awesome. I don't get to see my family up in Massachusetts as often as I'd like, but facebook has given me the chance to keep in touch between holidays and weddings. Now if only we could get Nana and Grampy on here ;) My parents and step-parents all get along, which makes the holidays a lot less stressful, and I have a brother I can count on to have my back. As we get older, that becomes more and more important to me.

3. Friends. I've made a lot of sacrifices for friendship this year in a lot of areas of my life. It's given me a better perspective, and I think made me a person I feel I can respect again. It's important to me that my walking and my talking always go hand and hand. I've made a ridiculous amount of new friends this year, and maintained the older relationships dear to me as well.

4. Health. After many years of being unhealthy, and then the scare with my liver last year, I'm happy to be healthy. I still run three to five times a week, and I keep my crap food intake to a minimum. I'm not perfect, but I'm focused and I hope to remain that way. There's something about having a doctor look at you gravely while you're laying in a hospital bed hooked up to machines that changes your outlook on life a lot. I cut out a lot of the negative influences in my life. I try not to dwell on things out of my control. In a lot of ways I've been given a second chance, and I don't want to waste it.

5. Lessons. I've learned that everything in life is a lesson. If it doesn't kill you, there's something to be learned from it and when it sucks the most, that's when you should be paying very careful attention. Lessons suck hard, but they've made me stronger.

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Good News Friday

Nov. 13th, 2009 | 08:41 am

- It's Friday. That's good news I guess.
- I am going to the Apple Store tomorrow in hopes of getting my FUBAR phone fixed/replaced.
- I'm going to play with some sewing patterns this weekend.
- Maybe I can sleep in tomorrow morning? That'd be swell.
- I donated some food to our food drive this morning and as a result can wear jeans! Jeans I probably ought to try and hem this weekend.

My company is pretty good about charity stuff. My branch in particular especially I think. I got this email this morning from the General Manager:

Update: The message of giving thanks and helping those in need just keeps getting better!

When executive management heard our plans to support our local food banks again this month, they were impressed with your generosity to continuously help those less fortunate in our community.

Inspired by your willingness to help, KMBS will match the accumulated value of our food donations during the upcoming food drives. These matching donations will really help to stock up those food banks and make Thanksgiving enjoyable for all.

What a great company we work for with very caring employees.

As always, thank you for everything you do.

It's not Utopia here, but I am mighty thankful I have a well paying job, work that doesn't suck too much, awesome coworkers, and a company that is usually pretty fair when it comes to the treatment of its employees.

Have a nice weekend, kids.

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Happy Birthday Walter

Nov. 9th, 2009 | 07:57 am
mood: okayRemembering

"With every friend I love who has been taken into the brown bosom of the earth a part of me has been buried there; but their contribution to my being of happiness, strength and understanding remains to sustain me in an altered world."
- Helen Keller

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My weekend was made up of boobs, kittens, donuts and the ranting of personal opinions. Whatchu' got?

Nov. 8th, 2009 | 08:11 pm

Somewhere between discussing whether or not a ginger kid's ass glowed and the tipping policy for zombie stripper babies, Jodi queried while laughing "What happened to you when you were small that made you so broken????" I really have no idea. Maybe it was the inordinate amount of time I spent in a hospital as a small child being poked with needles. Normal people's train of thought goes from A to B to C. In general, my own thought process is a constant seizure of A, Q, L, 12, Yahtzee!!! Hey a squirrel.

Saturday I went to visit the MJ camp, and play donut fairy to the kitchen kids. Jodi then surprised me around 11 with mint m&ms. Which were like crack. I'm fairly certain I'd do terrible immoral things for mint m&ms now. This might be a problem.

I got to peek at the FI game going on from back in the kitchen area, and it was pleasantly voyeuristic. There were a lot of space cowboys. A LOT. Hi I'm Mal. I'm Mal too. Well I'm Malcolm. I'm Jane. I'm Jayne. I'm Jaane. See my funny hat?
I loved Firefly, and Battlestar Galactica, but I've always been of the opinion if everyone else is doing it, it loses the cool factor. Popular culture sucks the uniqueness and spark out of everything.

I got to visit with Rachael, which was nice, I didn't see her a lot at faire and I enjoy her company very much. I also saw the lovely Amber, who was very busy with cast stuff but whose company I also enjoy immensely. The charming Fenton was there too of course, but was equally busy. We won't talk about the door to the cast area, and how many times I failed..epic failed in fact..at trying to open it. Door: 4 Erin 0. Very embarrassing.

A woman very thoughtfully showed me her boobs, ensuring that I did not miss out on National Wet Boobies Day. They weren't wet, but they were boobs. Nice ones too. I met another nice girl ...who did not show me her boobs, but when I introduced myself responded "Oh..YOU'RE Erin..". That's always a little disconcerting. I blame Richie, he's always talking smack about me. Bitch..

In other news, I will be at MJ:R in the spring, as a player. What character I will be arriving as however I'm still chewing on. I have a few offers, one of which is coming in as a little sister to some shady characters. I think that would be a fun scenario to play with. I have time to decide on that though. Whichever story avenue interests me the most will likely be the one I step into. I'm a sucker for a good back story. I need to stop reading the rule book before bed though. I keep dreaming of monsters as a result.

I met Minion this weekend too. I didn't expect her to be so small still. She's very itty bitty. Much like me, if you sit quietly, she will come visit you of her own accord. Forcefully try and pick her up and drag her anywhere, she'll cut your fool ass. I can appreciate that philosophy.

Brian's kitchen staff? Nice kids. But after playing round robin with the pictures on Richie's phone Saturday night, all I can say is them boys ain't right.

Matty did not show Saturday. I hate his face. :0P

Today (Sunday) I did all the things I intended to do Saturday: errands, cleaned, went to the gym, ran. It was beautiful out today.
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Good News Friday

Nov. 6th, 2009 | 01:19 pm

- It's Friday! That alone is good news.
- It's pay day.
- I am finally caught up on the documents that got dumped on me like a bad re-enactment of 2girls1cup in November of 2008. Here's 300 documents, and you'll be getting about 30 or 50 more a month from this point onward. Good luck with that, Skipper. Today I finished the last of the backlog and the current ones. I celebrated with soup for lunch. Now onto my other 5 unrelated projects...
- I get to sleep in tomorrow. I have nothing planned this weekend. NOTHING. Except the gym of course, grocery shopping, and cleaning. Other than that though, I can sleep. Sweet, sweet, sleep. Zzzzzzzzz.
- I'm employed. What's not to like about that when unemployment has risen to 10.2(?)%.
- Assuming I get to move into where I want to move into in March, I may get a puppy. I kind of want a mini dachshund like Otto, but I'll probably end up at the local animal shelter looking for someone that needs me. Keep your fingers crossed for me.
- The weather is going to be pretty nice this weekend. I'll take it.

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An Invective Against Wusses

Nov. 5th, 2009 | 09:16 am
mood: calmcalm

No one ever said life would be hard. Of course, no one ever said life would be easy either there, Princess.

See, I can understand being mad when you leave the tire store and your four tires suddenly roll off because no one put lug-nuts on. I can sympathize if you throw a fit because Bank of America screwed up your automatic deposit and never told you until you were at a concert and as a result the ATM machine told you that you wouldn't be leaving with a JoBro t-shirt. I can even understand getting annoyed at rush hour, the guy at Dunkin Donuts who waits until he gets to the front of the line to THINK about what he wants, and people that wear crocs. I get that.

I don't get people that freak the fuck out. I'm talking about the guy that finds out his local coffee shop ran out of donuts and crawls through the drive-thru with a screw driver. The ones that don't get annoyed by life's little inconveniences, they are completely and utterly crippled by them. I remember one Christmas at the mall years ago, a woman stood in line in front of a McDonald's and was wringing her hands. She seemed noticeably vexed, and like most vexed people sighed, and shifted, and fidgeted, and sighed, and looked around, and then finally exclaimed "THIS IS THE WORST THING I'VE EVER SEEN!"

I was suddenly equally horrified, not at the length of time it would take me to get my trans-fats on a bun, but at what actually came out of her mouth. At the time, I lacked the filter I have now (Dan gave me this filter..you can thank him), and turned to the lady appalled, "You should thank whatever God you believe in that a long line at McDonald's is the worst thing you've ever seen, Lady." She glared, but said nothing, and went back to gnashing her teeth and eyeing other people's lunch panic stricken.

I've seen people lose their minds over sandwich toppings, toilet paper ply, and even sale items. "WHAT do you MEAN the coupon is expired! BLAHBLAHBLAH!"
For the love of Christ, it's a 50 cent coupon. Here's a dollar, shut up and go home.

Is it that we've been conditioned to be so comfortable these days we find minor discomforts completely unraveling? We've got our Dr. Scholl's inserts, ear thermometers, lidocaine patches so we don't feel anything when we get shots, our candy coated medicine cups, our drive thrus, delivery pizzas, chairs that will literally lift us off our damn asses, and jars that combine peanut butter AND jelly so we don't have to exert the energy in opening two. I believe the downfall of civilization can largely be explained in Uncle Ben's "Ready Rice". Ready Rice..it comes in a the same kind of bag your cat's tuna vittles does, and it has the same texture (coincidence? I think not..). You just dump it in a bowl and put it in the microwave for a few seconds. Minute rice was ENTIRELY too fucking long to wait, I need ready rice NOW. I'm totally missing Biggest Loser waiting for my damn rice to ..yanno..cook, when I could be sitting in my chair eating my "Gogurt", my "Ready Rice" and my sports drink with crucial electrolytes.

Forget exercise, everyone's waiting for a pill, or a magic diet that will allow you to lose 100lbs in the span of a week. Exercise is so uncomfortable. You're all sweating, and out of breath, and it eats into the time you could be eating your Ready Rice in your chair.

Children have to be entertained to learn now. Every educational tool and program is about how to make learning more "fun" so your kid will want to do it. It's not their responsibility anymore. When your kid is a brat, or flunks, it's always "Oh he was bored". It's on the teachers to make learning exciting, and as painless as possible. Remember when fear of being bludgeoned by your mother for a crappy report card was reason enough to pay attention? Meanwhile kids in other countries are chomping at the bit to just be given the chance to go to school. Sitting in cramped nasty school houses for hours and hours, walking miles, and working when they get home too.

The United States was made up of some of the strongest people from every culture. The kind of people that dealt with the monumental suck of immigration knowing that some day, things would get better down the road if they worked hard enough. I have pictures of my grandfather standing on the beach at Normandy. D-Day sucked. The fact the bun on your cheeseburger wasn't properly toasted? Not so much.

Suck it up, Sally.

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You've Got To Burn to Shine..

Nov. 4th, 2009 | 01:00 pm
mood: goodgood

So, since most people I know are on facebook, I've started importing public posts from here over to there. Of course, most of my stuff is not public, and there's a good reason for that. But what the hell, I'm not Joe Lieberman, I'll give people a public option.

Not much new in my neighborhood. Halloween has come and gone. I took my baby sister trick or treating. She was a witch, appropriate for the women in our family I suppose. I then headed off in a nurse costume of questionable virtues to see Kearsley play in Manchester. Alas, Kearsley had been canceled, and rather than give the rat bastards our money, we found somewhere else to eat, drink, and be merry. Some of us more "merry" than others...

Our waiter was flamingly gay, and by flamingly gay I mean if he was any gayer he'd have bent Rich over the table and rode him like a confused Shetland pony. Rich of course was asking for it, with his equally flamingly gay cowboy costume. Proving that God does indeed exist and have a sense of humor, said gay waiter believed Rich and Marc were a "couple". That alone made my night.

Brian went reverse trick or treating (forcing candy on other people), but classed it up a bit by not in fact keeping a candy jar in his pants which would have been my first suggestion. Had it been my idea at all, I'd have filled said bag with candy, situated said bag just over the crotch area, and inserted a dildo in the bag (you know..the kind with the suction cup bottom? Shut up, you know what I'm talking about. Don't lie.) So when random chicks reached into the bag they'd be greeted by a large rubber phallus. Or maybe that would just be funny until we got thrown out or someone's angry boyfriend crushed Brian's skull. Hm.

But I digress. The food was okay. But either I'm turning into Greg, or the drinks were not strong. Despite my best efforts, I didn't even manage a buzz. I need harder liquor apparently, and let's face it harder is always better. AJ however was inebriated enough that she was licking the glass and demanding protein from a table of men. She may have forgotten that incident, but I did not. Oh no, I most certainly did not and I did promise to mention it. I'm nothing if not a woman of my word.

Then she asked..the question. I hate the question. But I love AJ, and she was "indisposed" so really, she was not to blame for anything that came out of (or went into) her mouth that evening. "Why are you single?" It's often meant well, but how do you honestly answer that? It's "What the fuck is wrong with you?" in friendly pajamas. It makes me want to answer with creative things like "My enormous penis scares men away" or "It must be my collection of animal heads that is off putting." I'm single for a lot of reasons, not the least of which being, I'm difficult to get along with, Columbus.

"Is it because you're smarter than them?"
"That could be it, AJ."

And upon such, the Celtic new year was born again. Time to shake off the ash.

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For those it may concern, interest, or dismay...

Oct. 20th, 2009 | 09:28 pm
mood: calmcalm

I have resigned from my positions with CTRF management. Personal email should go to klkaigev@aol.com from now on and all questions regarding faire business directed to Brian Harvard (brian@ctfaire.com).

To the merchants, the indies, and staff of The Connecticut Renaissance Faire, I'd like to express what a pleasure it has been to work with you all over the last six years. I wish everyone much success in the future.

And if the idea of not seeing me anymore at the faire horrifies you (as well it should!), fret not, you can find me in the 2010 season at O'Connor and McCullough's Hitting and Stabbing Emporium.

See you all next year!

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