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ClanCrack

May 30, 2001

Hear ye, hear ye, while most of Renniedom was off playing in CA, the cruel, sadistic Clanchief... I mean, our beloved, gentle Master had all the Castle Ogres working triple overtime this past weekend on his latest and greatest creation. You guessed it! Clangear is finally here!

Run, don't walk, skip or amble, on over to the Herald's Hall and read the short (for HIM anyway) announcement and to find the link that will lead you to your first taste of ClanCrack! Or if you have no interest whatsoever in our leader's words, you can click on the "ClanGear" link at the bottom of this page to go straight to the marketplace.

~ A bunch of very tired Ogres

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Ugh.

May 18, 2001

I don't really have anything to say or update right now, but I'm sure you're just as tired as I am of looking at Monday's update. So there you go. Of course, what should be filling up your devious, little minds is ME. No, I don't mean like THAT. I mean the "Question of the Week". You should all be racking the deepest, darkest reaches of your evilness and posting the outcome here. So get crackin'!

~ 1 coin donated



Question of the Week:

May 15, 2001

Okay, so I'm thinking that I'm going to jump on the t-shirt bandwagon along with Snipe, Bronxelf and FaithyMoo. My question to you, my faithful readers, is what snarky bits of wisdom do you think should be on a Clan MacDobhran t-shirt? So put on your thinking bonnets boys and girls, and help out your befuddled clanchief.

~ 4 coins donated



FabriCrack and MangoGear

May 14, 2001

Well, I think a week is just about enough time for everyone to stare at The Marcy update. Yeah, I know that you know that the only reason it was up there for so long is that I'm a lazy bastard. I thank you though, for not pointing the obviousness of that out and destroying the fragile walls of productive fantasy which I cower behind. Cause somedays that's all I've got.

Actually, there isn't all that much to report. On Saturday, the Clanlad's team won their soccer game. I know they keep score and stuff because it's a league, but nobody really cares. It's mostly about having fun and not letting the little heathens maim each other. When you think about it, it's almost exactly like Faire... except that we're more heavily armed.

Sunday I threw out the idea of going to see the new movie, A Knight's Tale. Sunni was the only person to show up. She's relatively new to the Faire scene, short, blond, perky, cute, funny and married. Other than that though, I like her. She also turns the brightest shade of red when she blushes. Well, that's what she told me anyway... *blink, blink* What?! Surely you, dear reader, don't think that I could say anything that might make a Wench blush... *Ahem* Yeah, well... After the movie, which rocked like Satan's 20 piece orchastra at Carnegie Hall, we walked around Reston Towne Center because it was so damn nice out. While sitting in the shade near the fountain, talking about Faire and costuming, we decided to run over to G Street Fabrics... or as it is known locally, FabriCrack (tm). Unfortunately their plaid selection was seriously lacking, as in they only had one that was even remotely interesting but it was too lightweight and too expensive. Naturally, I couldn't just leave without getting something... so I got two different colors of stretch velvet for my next set of Clanchief wear. Now I just have to find someone willing to sew for lil ol' me. *bat-bat* Cause ya know, I'm just a boy. Sewing is hard.

Speaking of which (nice segue, huh?), did you know FaithyMoo now has LusciousWear?!? It came out rather well even if I do say so myself. I did the graphics (since I did her site too) but she wrote all the text so be sure and read the item descriptions when shopping for your MangoGear. Well? What are you waiting for? Go. Buy. Enjoy.

~ 1 coin donated



The Melting Pot

May 8, 2001

I meant for this to be included in Monday's post regarding my weekend activities but I got carried away with the soccer thing. Anyway, Saturday night those of us that were too lame, poor or uninterested in going to Stockwood with the rest of the East Coast, went to The Melting Pot for dinner and socializing. You can now read the review and commentary as well as enjoy some more of my special digital camera magic.

~ 1 coin donated



Startling Truths About Marcy

May 8, 2001

So I'm chatting with The Marcy last night and she tells me how her mother has been pimping out her (Marcy's) website to all her friends. Naturally, I'm thinking, "Well, what's that got to do with me?" when she makes the comment that it's because her mother is proud of her. Okay, I guess I can see that happening. But then she tells me that all these friends of her mother are now worried about her because of her dubious association with some people... like Crickett... FaithyMoo... and me.

Me! Can you believe it?!? They're worried about ME! I mean, I can see the need for a certain amount of alarm regarding her afiliation with someone who calls herself "Bug", has well known teddy bear issues and a disturbing habit of mimicking fellow Rennies and certain irreverent late night cartoon characters. Don't even get me started on Faith's unholy obsession with cows, leopard print and feathers. Although you have to be impressed with how she manages to bend the laws of physics to get that many feathers on one hat. But we are not gathered together here this day to discuss Crickett and Faith. Oh no, gentle readers, we are here to defend your Clanchief (that would be me) by pointing the finger of incrimination at Herself, the Leech Pimp.

I wonder if the "Friends of Marcy's Mother" (hitherto known as FMM) know about her sad decline into a world of strange addictions or the various crimes she commits to sustain them. I don't know if the federal authorities would define what she does as a continuing criminal enterprise or an alternative religious practice. I'm afraid to even speculate how the Federal Wildlife and Game Commission would classify it. That's right FMM, the sweet, young Princess Marcy, the Belle of Texas, is actually the head of the largest illegal leech running operation in the country. Shocking, isn't it? Nobody seems to know where she keeps her legions of bloodsucking illegals, but if you're in the market for some quality leeches and don't care whether or not they have the proper papers, Don Marcy is the one to contact. Evidently though leechpimping is profitable enough to keep a steady supply of Pendragoncrack coming into her hidden Boston compound. Holy Homes of the Rich & Famous, Leechgirl!

Perhaps I've said too much already. I'm already considering joining the Witness Protection Program since I forgot about May 6 being Nurses Day. Although the WPP may be full up with Boston area hospital administrators, physicians and agency reps. I just know that I don't want to find any of Don Marcy's little friends in my cafeteria food.

Disclaimer: The preceeding has been a loving tribute in the high form of sarcasm. If you didn't realize that by now, then you should definately not read any further into this site. Thank you. -The Management

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Soccer

May 7, 2001

Wow. This past weekend went by fast. Saturday morning I went to see my son play soccer on a team for the first time. He joined late in the season, and only because his little friend across the street was playing, so his first game was the weekend I was in Texas.

First, the fatherly pride... he was soooo cute in his little soccer gear standing out there on the field. Yes, I took some pics, but not many. I got too caught up in cheering and kept forgetting, so I'll probably post them at the end of the season.

Second, the fatherly reality... I don't think we're going to have to worry about scouts banging down the door anytime soon. I think he was excited because I was there because he kept watching the sidelines, or walking around in his own little world, rather than paying attention to where the ball was. A couple of times, the ball came within inches of his leg, but from behind him because he was facing the wrong way. *sigh*

Now don't get me wrong, I was very proud of him and had a constant litany of "This is so cool! That's my boy out there!" running through my head. It's mostly that he doesn't know any better. He's only been to like three practices and let's face it, organized sports resembles nothing close to how we play soccer in the front yard. Although using the term "organized" to describe eight little kids (four to a team) running around half a soccer field may be stretching things. I've already started to try and impliment some rules into our play like "No, Daddy's goal area is not from the corner of the house to the street." (a distance of about 40 feet). Not that I ever played soccer, that was my brother's sport, but it looks like I'll be learning.

Actually that's one of the things I remember most about my father and one of the big reasons I was so happy to have a son. My father was never much of an athlete either, even though we're totally opposite in body size and style. He was a sprinter in high school. 5 foot 8 inches of wiry speed. But no matter what sport I was interested in, he would buy books and pamphlets full of rules and equipment specifications so he could, if not coach, at least show me what to do at home. Swimming, baseball, softball, basketball, football, track... he coached me through them all. I'm rather proud, not only of him, but that no one had to tell me why he read all those books and encouraged me without pushing. I knew it was because he loved me. It would be very poor payment indeed if I didn't do the same for his grandson.

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One Man's Porn

May 4, 2001

I have seen porn sites before. Shocking I know, but nevertheless true. Graphic pictures don't bother me. What bothers me are those stupid sites that direct you to another site with ten million popup consoles that multiply as you try to close them down. Second only to that in annoyance are the "gateway" sites that are nothing but links and banner ads, which of course take you to other sites with nothing but links and banner ads. Whatever happened to good old fashioned free porn on the internet?!? Um, not that I've ever searched for it or anything you understand...

Anyway, did you know that wenches.org redirects you to one of these "gateway" sites that is nothing but a list of banner ads for porn sites? You did?! Oh really... and how did you know that?! *ahem* Now you're probably wondering how I knew that. Well, there is a perfectly resonable explanation I assure you. Completely innocent and above board... honest... really. It was pointed out to me by one of the clan that the IWG banner in the Study pointed there instead of the intended International Wenches Guild. I've since corrected the problem of course, but clicking on a porn link first thing in the morning got me to thinking. Wouldn't it be nice if every day started out with sex? Now I know some of you are going to gleefully pipe in confirming that in your case it does. Let me just state for the record, "I hate you".

Okay, I don't actually hate you... but I think you understand my pain. I guess I'll just have to be satisfied with the porn sites for now 'cause, I mean come on, isn't that why we all got computers in the first place??

*blink, blink*

~ 1995 coins donated



Scarborough Faire

May 3, 2001

Finally, I have answered that age old question, "Are you going to Scarborough Faire?" I could give you a short, concise answer here, but nah, I know how you people hunger for my writings. The full story, at least as much as I can say in public, can be found by going to the Watchtower and clicking on the Scarborough Faire button for 2001. For you exceptionally lazy asses, you can go straight there.

I just want to stress again what a great faire this is. It's jumped all the way up to number 2 on my All Time Favorite list of Faires, right behind Maryland. Granted, we had perfect weather and lots of friends from all over the country. I hope to make Scarby one of my annual pilgrimages though.

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Happy May Day!

May 1, 2001

May Day. Beltane. A time for new beginnings. A time for renewing old beginnings. A time to get off my ass and do the things I keep saying I'm going to do. But, that's me... Mr. Procrastination. So, anyway, I just wanted to wish everyone a Happy May 1st.

~ 1 coin donated



Patience

May 1, 2001

... it's a virtue. Or so they say and you just know that they always have your best interests at heart and would never, ever lie to you. Y'know, cellphone cancer and global warming notwithstanding...

Yes, I'm back from Texas and the Scarborough Renaissance Faire all safe and sound. Tired, sore and broke, but basically just as you left me. I do have lots, dare I say... oodles?, of pictures for your enjoyment. I've said it before, and I'll say it again, digital cameras ROCK! I've sized, cropped and uploaded most all of the best ones. Hopefully this afternoon I'll be able to create the display pages for them and write a little review type thing this evening. I kinda miss writing Faire reviews. True, I have this space and the (almost defunct) Herald's Hall as a creative outlet, but honestly most everything I write here is created out of thin air, fairy dust and excessive amounts of Mt. Dew. At least with Faire reviews I have a nice broad subject base and timeline to work with. You don't have to understand it, just know that it appeals to my Virgo nature to have a certain amount of structure. And yes, I was that geeky kid in school that liked writing the book reports almost as much as reading the book.

Like you hadn't already figured that out yet...

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