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I should use bullets
Oct. 6th, 2009 04:11 pmUniversity - I did not do well at Atlantian University with my scheduled class. Ironically, the two classes on card games that were last-minute add-ins were the ones I was the most comfortable teaching. The two-hour "Easy Garb Embellishments" class was a fail. Even with little notes on the pages of my flimsy's document-saver pages, I could not really get into the groove of what I was trying to point out and the class ended up being an hour long rather than two information-packed ones thanks to my poor memory of what the heck I used to teach with that material. I was very embarrassed.
Going A-Viking - I've hit that point in Living History play (and in age, probably thanks to menopause) as a 'provincial' member where I just don't really give a damn about the politics - or rather, I don't give a damn about being polite and girding myself up with diplomatic phrases and cluckings to say, "I'm so sorry you had that happen to you" and such. All I really can imagine myself saying this weekend when the drama starts getting re-hashed around me (because it will since I'm a member of "that other group) is, "I'm sorry - I don't care. Don't keep talking about this to me unless you are willing to hear my very blunt and very unvarnished opinion about these juvenile games you all seem addicted to playing". And even worse, I'm not the least concerned about me feeling this way. Normally, I'd want to be a supportive and concerned member, trying to soothe feelings and build bridges. But that hasn't worked in the past and now, well, I'm just not interested in it. I just want to Viking-geek with new faces and then go home.
On the same front, I'm feeling much the same thing about SCA dynamics. "Pull up your Big Girl/Boy pants and bark like an adult." Is about all I want to say anymore to the whiners and the "poor mes". Sympathizing doesn't make a bit of difference towards solving things so I'm done with it. And I'm tired of being the Big Bad Person that some drama-llamas set up to moan about because they can't pony up and do the work (and the time) needed to achieve respect and admiration on their own right.
It appears that Arn and I probably had the H1N1 flu. Apparently the 'regular' flu season hasn't hit yet so folks with flu symptoms and fevers are more likely to have it than any other type right now and the severity of our illnesses seems to point towards that according to http://www.cdc.gov/H1N1flu/qa.htm .
I'm having sleepless nights and shortened-sleep days again. This makes me even more incoherent than normal and causes alternating frustration/amusement among those trying to make sense of what I say.
And (this might make a few folks shudder), canned Roast Beef Hash smells just like dog food. It makes me wonder what dog food actually tastes like. Not that I plan on indulging, mind you.
Boy, this Crone-stuff is interesting. Perhaps I shouldn't indulge in it when I've gone a day without any Diet Pepsi (read: caffeine).
Going A-Viking - I've hit that point in Living History play (and in age, probably thanks to menopause) as a 'provincial' member where I just don't really give a damn about the politics - or rather, I don't give a damn about being polite and girding myself up with diplomatic phrases and cluckings to say, "I'm so sorry you had that happen to you" and such. All I really can imagine myself saying this weekend when the drama starts getting re-hashed around me (because it will since I'm a member of "that other group) is, "I'm sorry - I don't care. Don't keep talking about this to me unless you are willing to hear my very blunt and very unvarnished opinion about these juvenile games you all seem addicted to playing". And even worse, I'm not the least concerned about me feeling this way. Normally, I'd want to be a supportive and concerned member, trying to soothe feelings and build bridges. But that hasn't worked in the past and now, well, I'm just not interested in it. I just want to Viking-geek with new faces and then go home.
On the same front, I'm feeling much the same thing about SCA dynamics. "Pull up your Big Girl/Boy pants and bark like an adult." Is about all I want to say anymore to the whiners and the "poor mes". Sympathizing doesn't make a bit of difference towards solving things so I'm done with it. And I'm tired of being the Big Bad Person that some drama-llamas set up to moan about because they can't pony up and do the work (and the time) needed to achieve respect and admiration on their own right.
It appears that Arn and I probably had the H1N1 flu. Apparently the 'regular' flu season hasn't hit yet so folks with flu symptoms and fevers are more likely to have it than any other type right now and the severity of our illnesses seems to point towards that according to http://www.cdc.gov/H1N1flu/qa.htm .
I'm having sleepless nights and shortened-sleep days again. This makes me even more incoherent than normal and causes alternating frustration/amusement among those trying to make sense of what I say.
And (this might make a few folks shudder), canned Roast Beef Hash smells just like dog food. It makes me wonder what dog food actually tastes like. Not that I plan on indulging, mind you.
Boy, this Crone-stuff is interesting. Perhaps I shouldn't indulge in it when I've gone a day without any Diet Pepsi (read: caffeine).
