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Last entry, I mentioned that bras and swords are basically interchangeable. Did you know that? Now you know!

*admittedly*, I did not get a chance to try wearing a sword as a bra. Okay, I mean, I did briefly walk around with one of Magus and Keira's foam swords as a sort of tube top, but it was over my shirt so doesn't really count. But at any rate, if you need a sword, a bra will one hundred percent work perfectly.

...

Let me back up.

So, at ESC I got to try rapper dance for the first time. Rapper consists of five people with double handled swords doing mathematically fascinating patterns. It is basically knot theory with swords and footwork and I cannot recommend it highly enough.

Anyways, there were enough of us who carried over into Session 1 that we decided to show off some of what we learned for the Scottish ceilidh. As near as I can tell, ceilidh means "party" in various assorted forms, but we use it as a shorthand for "talent show", as there are heaps of legitimately talented and funny people at camp.

So, we are going to pretend we are talented, and show off. Small problem: rapper dance uses a very specific and unique kind of sword. And you need five of them. And, erm, the person who'd had them at ESCape had gone home. So somehow, the gears start turning and the five of us decided that we will instead perform a "Bra-apper" dance. We went, caps in hand, to some of the more gloriously well-endowed women at camp and obtained us a set of five large cupped bras. We even found an extra to dangle off the end of Debbie's fiddle.

It went over gloriously well, and there was so much lace and sparklies flying around that no one even noticed if our stepping was not quite perfect or figures were weak.

And then we come to session two. A few of us are standing around right after a Highland class where we'd done a sword dance with no swords --the teacher had not wanted to try bringing even practice ones across the Atlantic. Someone points out that they used to use sweaty socks laid out in a cross instead.

"Well," sez I, "We all know that you can replace swords with bras, right?"

Cue cackling. Four of us again went begging, and scrambled to recall/recreate all the steps properly. With a little help from the Great Big Dance Book in the Cloud, we put it together, and were ready for the session two Ceilidh, where we were able to perform a fantastic, accurate, and deliciously hilarious Argyle Bra'dswords.

(I am totally talking it up more than I should. My Highland is sloooo-ooo-ooowly getting to be something that I do not automatically hate forever. It's a performative dance that I'm not good at yet, and I'm a perfectionist. But the important parts --being funny doofuses leaping over sparkly bras-- went magnificently.)

And yes, following tradition, we managed to scare up a bra to drape over the drones of our musician's pipes. It was even tartan this time! (We wanted him to wear it, but alas, he refused).

Outside of bra-related shenanigens, I was in three other Ceilidh acts --Laura and I (and Stephen in session 1) organized performances of the dances we wrote for our candidate class tutors, since we had one tutor present per session. Those were quite well received, and I am looking forward to being able to teach Tuchas Long Enough this August.

As for the last act...heh. Um. Let's just say it was the single most side-splittingly hilariously awkward ceilidh rehearsal I have ever been (or will ever be, probably) a part of, and if you want more details, you'll have to ask Lise or BDan. It was a magnificent showing of human strength and creativity. Also, the three of us turned into a salamander (we got better).

Tl;Dr: Sorcy was weirdly over-involved with the ceilidhs this year, while somehow hopefully still not being a spotlight hog.
Teaser: LET'S TALK ABOUT DANCE FORMS OKAY THAT'S FUN FOR EVERYONE RIGHT?!

~Sor
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A/N: I figure that it's worth putting half the con report in its own post, because, well, it was trivially easy to write over 2k words about one band. Anywho, all track titles and album names within this post *should* link. You're welcome.

The entire reason¹ I went to faerie fest was SJ Tucker. She was there with her band Tricky Pixie, which is made of fucking incredible musicians. Having bought all² of SJ's cds, I have been forced to spread out my "here take my money" urges and buy amazing fiddle and cello music from the rest of Tricky Pixie. OH NO. OH WOE. THIS IS TERRIBLE. *staples hand to forehead*

ANYways, pretty much the very first thing I did when I had a schedule put into my hands was figure out when and where Tricky Pixie was playing. They had three concerts, one for each day, and those became the linchpins for the entire rest of my schedule.

Now, here is a fact about SJ Tucker: I cry like a fucking waterfall when I experience her live. Not just the sad stuff. Not just the stuff I have a history with. Everything. I had weird tearing-up at the sound check. It is what it is. It is a thing to do with power and divinity and the intersection of music and prayer.

BUT

Sometime around 2005 or 6, my clone named me Sor, Demigoddess of Dance. It is a title that has only become more accurate with time. If I must confront a Goddess in her Glory, it's a hell of a lot easier to do it from the centre of my own power. So I can sit and listen to her sing and I can sob.

Or I can dance.

And just like any other time that's one of the options, it's not even really a choice. I listened to exactly one song from a sitting position (Mushroom Song) before my brain kicked in, no Sor, this is stupid, get on your fucking feet and move-cast-pray-DANCE.

(Are you cock of the walk when you're walking alone?)⁴

I danced in the sunshine and I danced in the rain and I danced in the ashes of a bonfire to avoid dancing in the mud. I did actually dance in the mud as well, and only slipped about three times. Caught myself every time too, which I find honestly shocking --I am not joking when I call this kind of dance "flail like a fool". My dance involves a lot of movement and a lot of flight and at least a little bit of Highland fling steps. None of those are exactly wise to do on a dancefloor coated with slippery river clay.

The sets were so good. ( Notables include: )

Whew. There were a few other songs in there, mostly Betsy and AJA's that I don't know as well. I danced to allllllll of them. I danced to the sound checks on Saturday and Sunday. I danced to "okay so the band is busy setting up and putting on their makeup" (although that was usually just a footing test)

And I did one thing every day that scared me⁷. Because damnit, I am a powerful creature in my own right (see aforementioned Demigoddess of Dance discussion above) and more importantly, I have *wiles* and if I can work 'em on Tailsteak so thoroughly he becomes one of my best friends, I can certainly work them in a very mild fashion on s00j such that I can talk to her without feeling like an idiot.

No, but really, it is not tenable to have people in my life who I cannot interact with. It's frustrating and annoying and that's before you get into that other part⁸. So, you know, there's striking a balance between being friendly and fangirlish/clingy, and I suspect I stayed on the correct side of it? We'll see.

I made a point of stopping by the table and having nice conversation each day. As mentioned, I got my disc of Sirens signed (yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyY!), as well as a couple of...other things *waggles eyebrows cryptically towards someone who almost certainly is not reading this*. I asked for a selfie last day of fest (and she said yes and ohmygosh and I should put that on Twitter) and wound up asking if she'd be willing to take a photo of me wearing awesome clothes on Saturday (I'll tell that story more in the proper con report.)

And she gave me a hug right away on Friday, after dancing, before I even was able to mention that I had a hug for her from K. She liked that I was dancing a lot, squee!

SJ Tucker is a genuinely kind and wonderful and magical and awesome artist. Support her music, so she can keep making it.

~Sor
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1: Okay, so, strictly speaking, 85% was s00j, 10% was general "I wanna go to a faerie fest", and a pretty person was the remaining 5%. But said pretty did not wind up going, so their percentage can be directed back towards SJ. Is all good.

2: okay, again strictly speaking, this is not entirely accurate. I haven't gotten around to buying most of her singles yet, nor the audio-book-Cat-Valente stuff, nor the soundtrack she did for Ember Days. THAT BEING SAID, I own seven of her albums legitimately (two of which I have bought twice³) and one illegitimately (Brenton bought Mythcreants back when we were dating, and we swapped digital copies like the dirty pirates we are. I will for-reals buy Mythcreants sometime soon (money willing), 'specially for all the weird Mushroom Song did to me at NYFF.

So yes, I certainly have more s00j CDs than any other artist. I mean, part of that is Vienna Teng's only put out 5 albums so far, so it's not a totally fair race, but yeah.

Also, I am still technically waiting for my copies of Wonders and Blessings to arrive in the mail, but you know the awesome thing about Bandcamp? I can download the mp3s immediately, and then the mail can take as long as it needs to get to me.

Oh, and I guess I never actually bought Sirens, it was a gift. But that's okay, I have a physical copy and now it is signnnnned!

3: She released Stolen Season in unmastered form a couple months before it actually came out. Uh, yes please! As for Mischief, she was out of physical copies at the Balticon I first heard Cheshire Kitten, so I basically gave her money and had Bethany send me a complete set of the tracks. I couldn't stand not actually having it though, so I bought a copy of the CD for myself this weekend.

4: *begins cackling* So this is a thing now. I'll have to make a tag for it or something so I can find all the other pieces.

5: Mischief is also my favourite. As is Sirens. This is acceptable to me.

6: (k). Hands up if you get the reference.

7: I mean, I'm not always sure this is great advice, but it certainly makes my life more interesting.

8: I've left enough clues, *you* figure out why it might be relevant to my life to get along well with s00j.

?: Did you notice?

It’s been a while since I made a proper one of these con reports, but I like making them. So here is an Awesome-Good-Meh-Bad-Ugly report of this Arisia!

Awesome:
*I have found my hill and I'm gonna die on it. See, londo declared to me, first time when I saw him on Thursday, that his mother was better than mine. Like what is this bullshit, nobody's mother is better than mine. I instantly declared him heinously wrong and my arch-nemesis, later slapped him with a glove as a formal declaration of war¹, and commissioned people all throughout the weekend to go up to him at least once during the con and tell him "I hear Kat's mom is cooler/better than yours." It is a fantastic thing.

(As an aside, I'm sure Conor's mom is _exceptionally_ cool. She may very well be the second coolest mother in the universe. Unfortunately, can't beat the Werewulf, as she is the master of momitude (never ever forget it's all about her).)

*It has been a pretty gawddamn good convention weekend for hot dickings, and that's all I need to say about that.

*I fucking kick ass at Powerpoint Kareoke³, which should not be shocking nor surprising to me. See, I am aware that I am good at improv (I am only half-joking when I say that Powerpoint Kareoke is basically my day job), and I am aware that I am funny, despite my sense of humour being...strange. I mean, I was pretty sure when I volunteered that I was going to be pretty good at it, but it was _super gratifying_ to be onstage and make people laugh and then to have any number of people come to me after and congratulate me.

But it's the sort of thing that makes me wonder if I shouldn't try to refine this talent. Like, can I be funny in front of people more regularly? Can I be paid money to do it? Should I try to put together a standup routine (hahahahhahahahano) and go to an amateur night? I don't know.

*I think I have a new partner? Which is not a sentence I've been able to say since I turned 21². I do a lot of relationship anarchy and umfriends, there've been just bunches of people who I have cuddled and snuggled and kissed and occasionally more'd, but I...feel serious in a way I haven't in a long while. Fingers crossed!

Good:
*My clothing was super on point, basically the whole time. So many good costumes, multiple changes a day because suck it, that’s how I roll.

*The Art GoH was leemoyer, who is an absolute doll, and who I haven't seen in maybe fifteen years. Old, longterm friend of the family, and it was kinda fascinating to watch how utterly unbothersome it was for me to switch into "yo, I'm a damn dirty poly kinkster who likes sex, what up!" when chatting with him. And I got to spend three hours working with him to help frame art and be ready for the weekend, yay!

*I gave blood! I gave a whole pint and will maybe organize a group-go in eight weeks because that would be awesome of me!

*Shortly after clawing myself back together before the masque, I was standing straight and tall and casting-praying. I glance down casually, and an eleventh doctor sitting in the audience suddenly waves wildly in my direction. It was my favourite student from my last long-term gig! It was good to see him, we chatted some about this-and-that, and probably I will see him at future Arisias. (it is decreasingly weird that my students are humans and thank god I was in my octopus queen outfit and not the black leather miniskirt).

*Actually, I ran into two of my students from that batch! The other is apparently a second-gen, with parents embroiled in the "running the con" department, who I saw a couple times running around and helping out! Both of them were kind enough to tell me they missed me.

(One of them asked me to make [realteacher] pregnant again, to which I responded that I was not capable of doing that, but I'd tell her husband. So, uh, if you're reading this dear, there you go. Put more babies in your wife. ;)

*My rad friend tdjewell was in his first masque! He won BEST IN SHOW because he is awesome! here is a pretty great picture of his costume, in case you're wondering what kind of madness a novice needs to pull off to win Best in Show like that.

*Jugggggggggling! Lauren found out that there was an hour of "open-and-teaching" juggling, followed by an hour of "free juggle!" and we went to both and had a blast. I learned some cool modifications to try instead of just a plain reverse cascade, she got to practice tossing pins with another person, and both of us got heaps of regular practice and things to admire. Apparently there's an MIT jugglejam that happens in the infinite on Sunday afternoons...this is a timing we can both actually make! So that might turn into even more and better awesome.

*Late Sunday night, I was full of brainweasels and out of cope, so I decided to flounce. I grabbed my computer, stomped off to the game room (I had a strong suspicion anu3bis would be there), flopped in a chair next to him, and attempted to write morosely while he played Cosmic Encounter.

Of course, then the group finished Cosmic and just happened to have a 1kBWC deck and OKAY FINE, I will play your stupid game and have a GOOD TIME instead of being MOPEY. Sheesh! At about three AM, we all disbanded, but Anu and I wound up sitting in the elevator lobby on the eighth floor talking about everything and nothing for another hour. It was...really nice. He comes from a very similar fan-life as my parents (up to and including having met his wife at a LARP), is mostly separate from my other friends groups (in a way that is good for venting without causing drama) and has the dual traits of being completely friendly/cool with the idea of poly, kink, etc while also being happily and monoamorously married.⁴

Meh:
*I felt pretty floaty and indifferent about all the dancing, which was not the greatest thing. So I did not do very much. Maybe next year?

*I...worked the masquerade. I worked the masquerade after telling many people that I don't work tech at Arisia (save set-up and strike, and I've even kinda been doing less of that) and after intentionally not working tech at Arisia for several years now and after confirming to myself that _no really_ not working tech at Arisia is a really good thing for me to do.

The masque itself went well, I took over as an emergency follow-spot because they needed one, and I managed to get all the people spotted adequately, and spent "only" ten hours working on Sunday which was not the worst way to spend Sunday of con really. But top of a spot tower is lonely, and the middle, between rehearsal and masque, was the worst braincrash of the weekend.

Bad:
*So, the only downside of the fact that I think I have a new partner is that ohemgee, NewToy energy, during a time when I would _reeeeeeeally_ like being able to spend a lot of time with a more different partner who is going through sort of a shitty lifespace this week. So, even though I am quite sure more different partner is capable at taking care of themself, and not being upset that I am having this NewToy, and even though I am quite sure new partner is also capable at taking care of themself and being totally understanding that I have to be there for more different partner...

Yeah. It is my job to save the world, doncha know, and I found myself occasionally complicated around the idea of "you are both amazing people and I desperately want you both to be happy and taken care of, and I am not entirely sure how to balance that, aiee!”

*I bid on a piece in the art show⁵, which I did not win. I probably could've gotten it, if I had thought to go straight there at the end of masque rehearsal instead of up to the room to eat, but I completely didn't think of it, and when I checked in after dinner, the bidding had ended. Like, I know who the artist is, there may be another opportunity to get that print, but a) probably not as affordably, and b) the tipping point for "I really like this, should I bid on it?" was that the print number was 8/250, and eight is hella one of my numbers. SIGH!

Ugly:
*Man, when I was walking down to the ballroom this morning, there was a woman throwing an absolute screaming fit about...something. I was a little behind an Arisia Security person, as they approached the table to check in (two adults and three kids), both the woman and the man she was with started shouting "GO AWAY" at the top of their lungs.

Don't fucking do that. If you need to throw a fucking temper tantrum like a goddamn toddler, do your absolute fucking damndest to not do it in public. If you're gonna do it in public, don't be surprised when people come over to check in and for _christ's fucking sake_, don't scream at innocent workers, especially not ones who are goddamn volunteers.

I later saw the same security person again and pulled them aside to just say "I'm really sorry you had to get yelled at like that, it was not cool." Which isn't my responsibility or anything, but I felt so bad for them, it was a big pile of gross and this random person did not have anything to do with it.

So, I got a new phone a couple days after giftmas (her name is Ida, she is an iphone 6 wrapped in a heinous orange and purple otterbox, I appreciate her existence about as much as I did Nyota's) and then I made this tremendous mistake when I was transferring music. To wit, I grabbed a couple random playlists that I figured would have everything sufficient to my needs.

I DO NOT CURRENTLY HAVE IMMEDIATE ACCESS TO A COPY OF "THE TOWER" WHEN NECESSARY. Nor "Harbour", nor "Whatever You Want", nor "City Hall", nor fucking "BETWEEN". Shifting from the all important Vienna, I'm also missing Amanda's "Oasis" and S00j's "Cheshire Kitten". In fact, pretty much the only strength song I have on my entire instant-access music player right now is "Go Away Godboy", which is a hugely significant and good thing, but not anywhere near enough.

This discovery --a moment where I was fracturing just in the ways that One who survives by making the lives of others worthwhile; she's coming apart would fix...oh gods, I went from being sorta out of it and sad to a full sobbing freak-out breakdown alone on top of the spot tower. Thank _fucking_ god for YouTube.

So I'll be fixing that shortly.




1: It is possible that this declaration may be on film, which is probably a terrible thing. I blame K.

2: Literally, my sir and I got together on my 21st birthday.

3: Powerpoint Kareoke! You are assigned a topic! You are assigned a slideshow! You don't know what's coming next and neither does the audience! TURN BULLSHIT PHASERS TO FULL!

4: This is a trait I especially appreciate, because it means I can talk about my life without worry of judgement *or* worry of "oh shit, am I leading this guy on by existing-while-poly." Truth be told, the latter is a lot scarier to me than the former, having friends who I know, in no uncertain terms, are off limits in *both* directions is important and necessary to my ability to be a non-sexually desirable personality. I should just make this footnote a separate post, I could word-spill a *lot* about it.

5: Third one down here, the Cthulu-girl. OH GODS YES PLEASE.

So this weekend was the annual Tech Squares weekend hosted at East Hill farm up in New Hampshire. It was just under forty-eight hours of dancing, gaming, good food and excellent socialization. I slept for approximately five of them.

As a reference, I currently know the Modern Western Square Dance calls through A2. Square Dance levels go Basic, Mainstream, Plus (where anyone who graduates Tech Squares knows); Advanced 1 and 2; Challenge 1, 2, 3A, 3B, and 4.

Because I think it might be a more interesting way to do this sort of thing, awesome-good-meh-bad-ugly list! Reverse order, to end on a positive note.

( I use a lot of terminology that I don't bother to define. Do ask if you need help with a phrase! )

Overall assessment? Doubledoubleplusplus, and I *will* be back next year for more. Thanks to everyone there who made it just about perfect, and I can't wait to see you all again --next Tuesday, next month, or next East Hill!

~Sor
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PostScript: Everyone kept complimenting my earrings. I have all the yay!

I'm so far behind on everything. This past week has been madness. Here, have a pre-written photopost from a month ago.

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So, at No Such Convention, I wandered into an empty panel room at some point, and noted how lonely the chalkboard seemed. So I picked up a piece of chalk and drew one of my standard rar-dinos.

( It only got awesome from there )

Speaking of Shaenon, here is her and Dirk manning their booth:


And why not just consolidate the con pics --( have some snaps from Vericon, too )

~Sor
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Arisia! Arisia was a con and it happened, and in all honesty it was a weird con for me in a lot of ways. I remain inconsistent with format for my con reports, but I am increasingly liking Sparr's highlights version of "good bad ugly" (with the added categories of awesome and meh). So!

THE AWESOME:
*That moment where I was crying near-silent in a hotel bathroom while my roommates slept on the other side of the wall, and the boy I was with grabbed my hands and kneeled before me and told me with all the conviction he could muster that he loved me and I was wonderful. I love him too.
*Hell, that boy in general.
*Oo, and that first kiss when I knocked on his door. I liked that a lot.
*I had a conversation with Merav, that involved a miscommunication so artfully done that it was worthy of a sitcom. We were each taking a completely different dreadful meaning from the conversation, and there was a lot of laughing when it continued enough to reveal the disconnect. And a lot of saying "Oh thank goodness!" as well.
*Hanging out with Shaenon in the little bits and pieces I did, because glee and she is cool.
*ROBOT PARTY! Also pie and pyjamas but ROBOT PARTY!
*I made a new best friend. She is called Sarah and has amazing taste in dresses and likes ponies and has my contact info, so hopefully that will work well.

THE GOOD:
*People doing inadvertently cruel things and me calling them out on it, and them thinking about what they did and apologizing and hopefully not doing cruel things to people it would hurt more.
*Shaenon will be at NonCon. I have...missions.
*Not starting any new relationships. Which seems to kinda be an every other year thing --2008 Arisia is more or less my anniversary with Magus, and 2010 Arisia is more or less my anniversary with Sparr.
*Okay, that one relationship that's strictly casual but *boy* is NewToy energy fun, even if I didn't get to do much with it.
*HULA HOOPING HULA HOOPING HULA HOOPING!
*Masquerade rehersal was actually fun, as was most of the actual masquerade!
*I went to panels, which is rare and fun.
*All the bits of the con that I'm not allowed to talk about publicly.
*That girl.
*Cat Valente is nice. Seanan McGuire, who I totally didn't even manage to say "you write good!" to has awesome taste in hats. Cecilia Tan lives in Somerville and is totally cute and neat. And I remain completely in squee with Shaenon Garrity.
*Every boy even slightly attached to me.
*Making money for the MS fund!

THE MEH:
*Spilling yogurt on the floor of an elevator in front of a dashing young gentleman I happened to know was very fond of beating the shit out of pretty young (consenting) things. It's not like I had a chance anyways, and I managed to clean it up just fine.
*Learning about the predilections of my parents' friends. I don't mind, it's just a little weird.
*My project of giving interesting little toys and such to people. I didn't get rid of as much as I wanted, but I feel I got more of an overall positive than negative response.
*Eric in Elevators theoretically has scuba gear and it's awesome and stuff. And we want proof of this? I'm not sure? There was a rumour I was supposed to spread, and I don't think I'm doing a very good job of it.

THE BAD:
*Having to hear jokes that make me want to break down or punch something. Mitigated by point one in Good, above.
*Really really stupid decisions that involve taking a whole bunch of tired cranky people who just want to escape, and holding them for longer than they expected or wanted.
*Feeling like a dumb bimbo around someone totally hot and intelligent. In my defense it was like...six in the morning on Monday, and I was tired, but still. I completely fucked that one up.
*Not getting to spend enough time with a lot of people, Brenton especially. My con skewed significantly towards one person, which was utterly awesome, but it also meant that the social bars connected to other people have not filled as much as I expected this weekend. The first couple weeks back are gonna be interesting.

THE UGLY:
*Someone I was potentially interested in having casual play with managed to do something that makes me completely unwilling to have anything to do with him except the strictest of friendships¹, for at least several years. Luckily, there wasn't a lot there to begin with but still, justifiable loss of trust (he has proven to me that he thinks his enjoyment is more important than the safety of other people) makes me a sadKat.
*I am an empath. Sometimes this is okay. Sometimes this is flat out awful.

I probably missed some dreadfully important things, but there you go. This is a roughish overview, I suppose you can ask for details if you really want them or if I was unclear about anything I didn't mean to be unclear about².

I'm gonna go sleep for an hour and a half, eat dinner, and dance like an idiot. Whee!

~Sor
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1: And I hold grudges. If you have done something to seriously hurt me in one part of my life, it is not likely I am willing to interact with you in any other part of my life.
2: As opposed to the things that I meant to be unclear about. Which would basically be every time where I could've said a name and didn't.

I am at Origins. It is awesome. I am not tweeting nearly enough, because I am lazy and it's hard to type with the PoSBox¹.

We played one *epic* game of Werewolf last night --it was a no nighttime round, designed with people mingling in mind. It ended with a seer confirmed voting block, after we lynched Tony for being a wolf. The like...three of you who know Tony and aren't here know how awesome it is that we actually managed to get him.

My voice has disappeared faster than any Origins ever. Seriously, it was starting to seriously go last night(Thursday) and today it is practically gone. Luckily, I survived Andy vs Everyone. Hopefully, I will still be able to talk at six tomorrow, to survive it again.

Annnnnd that's life. I need more ice cream sometime.

~Sor
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(Unrelatedly, holy hell, Sparr's laptop is huge. By which I mean, dunno, five or six inches bigger than mine, but when I'm trying to lounge with it on my lap, that is a lot.

Also, dear Alys, laptop is not a euphemism. OR IS IT?!)

1: PoSBox is my current cell phone. It lives up to its name.

This is further Balticon con-reporting. Also, if you haven't bothered to click on the cut from my last entry, it's probably worth it. Slutty but Sweet and all that.

Part One

( Tweets are still in italics )

And this last tweet has nothing to do with Balticon at all:

23 days. Twenty three days, two hours five minutes. Oh my god. This is suddenly actually Real.

It is. It is absolutely positively real. And it is also 21 days 23 hours and 51 minutes.

~Sor
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So, this weekend I went to NEFFA. YAY! I decided to go the entire time without Vera. YA...oh, wait, BOO!

But! Before going, I set up my phone to receive twitter messages, from mom and the people who were gonna be at NEFFA, and more importantly, set it up so I could update my twitter from anywhere I got phone service.

Tweets are in italics, and ( under the cut )

So yes. NEFFA this year felt largely more like a convention than a dance event, but I'm pretty okay with that. I spent several hours doing multiple kinds of dance --I got to do a bit of swing with a really talented lead --he led me through a couple jumps and dips, which was rad.

Volunteering went reasonably well, if dull. Dancing was not enough but quite good what there was. People were utterly amazing --I should really make a point of talking to SpringIsWrath more often, as he is wonderful, plus keeping up with Jesse (known also as Boy-I-Kissed-At-Flurry) and ncarraway.

Soyes! That was my weekend. More posting on more things eventually.

~Sor
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POSTSCRIPT: My twitter is here, if you want to actually follow it. Let me know offlist who you are, so I can follow you back!

1: I like boys in skirts, oh yes I do.

2: Tall. Painfully skinny. Long hair. I don't find everyone who fits this trope attractive, and there are certainly other tropes I go for hard (my height, something like twenty or thirty pounds more of curves than I have, dark hair, female -oh yum!) but both my dating track record and my eyecandy track record reeeeally like the gangly ones.

3: Pets, with the capital letter, are different from pets, without. The capital letter denotes ownership of some sort --it's very not my kink, but not to the level where I'd call it an antikink⁴ or anything. I find it a fascinating power dynamic, from both sides.

4: I feel that the most acceptable word for the opposite of a kink is a squick. But the word squick (and its original meaning)...well...squicks me, so I try not to use it. I'm working on finding a better word, expect post on this later.

So, Arisia was pretty awesome. I was at a bit of a weird place hormonally (Anyone want to trade?) but the incredible emotional high of spending a weekend with a lot of people I really quite like totally made up for it and gave me a wonderful rush of homeness.

"Steampunk is easy. All you need is goggles and a top hat." "Yeah, if you WANT to look like a poseur."

(Sorry. Am having conversation while updating. I am scum like that.)

Annndyes.

So.

Here's the awesome(?) news. The fun of Arisia last year was that the monday of it was the day I could move back into my dorm. So, like a sensible person, I assumed that the monday of this years Arisia was the day I could move back in.

Classes start on the 26th. Dorm opens on the 25th. I have a week in Boston to screw around!

So, yeah. I'm going to enjoy being able to spend time in my city as it's meant to be, what with the good and glorious SNOW everywhere to play in. (I suspect I'll be sick of it as soon as I have to walk anywhere ever, but in the meantime, ohmygod, SNOWWWW!)

My shoulder is being read over, which is always slightly disconcerting not because I mind the words being read, but because it always tends to make me self-conscious when I am watched in any way, and doubly so for what I lamely consider my art. 'Specially because I tend to have just abysmal grammar.

Annnnd I'm going to finish packing now. Byeeee.

~Sor
MOOP!