The weekend is over, and so is my inaugural LARPing experience at Legacy. I am delighted to report that I was not immediately ridiculed and/or beaten to a pulp over the course of the event, though I think I may have suffered some lingering physical damage on the cellular level due to the fact that it got so cold at night I was seriously considering slicing open my fiancée and sleeping inside her carcass for warmth.
Got home late Sunday. Barely understood Game of Thrones. Thought I was still at game.
Take shower. Sleep. Make mouth-noises about weekend later, after day moon rise high in sky.
Ladies and gentlemen, the best comedy bit ever:
Actually this is just an automated post I set up before I left on Friday. Sorry, guys, no reports from the front lines! I don’t have a smartphone and there’s no WiFi for my iPod, so you’ll have to wait until Monday morning for a report of the weekend’s shenanigans.
Instead, have a pretty picture! I decided to totally embarrass poor J and re-post a piece of her artwork from her Tumblr. She’ll probably kick my ass for it, but I don’t care – it’s an awesome sketch and she deserves the (positive) attention!
Well, that’s it, ladies and gentlemen! Off to the races. Blog’s on autopilot until I get back Sunday night. For now, have a taste of what I’ll be doing all weekend:
I’ll be the one in the dress.
So I had finally gotten all the pieces of my costume together for this weekend and I had decided to put it together and test it out. Boy was that a painful experience.
So it looks like it’s official: Mitt Romney is going to be the Republican presidential candidate for the elections this November, especially after Santorum spread the announcement about how he’s slipping right out of the race. Now, with the Magical Underpants-wearing Romney being offered little to no resistance from “Captain Happy” Newt Gingrich and “Why Won’t Anyone Freaking Listen To Me” Ron Paul, the brainchild behind Obamacare is devouring delegates left and right like some sort of coked-up Hungry Hungry Hippo.