Alright, the yardsale was an unqualified lame!fail, but the day was saved by a cardgame that Rachel brought out for us to play called "Camelot Ledgends."  I won but was still really cranky because Rachel assassinated my High King (and his lady love) the turn before the end of the game... when they'd already gone to Avalon!  I mean, WHO DOES THAT? Apparently Sir Breunis, "the most vile and dastardly of rogues," that's who.  I may have won, but she totally ruined my story.  So once Merlin lives backwards enough, he's changing it, because that was LAME.

...We're also changing pretty much everything else.  Arthur didn't even get out of the deck into someone's hand in our game, so he doesn't even really exist our fantabulous retelling.  He got kicked in the head by a cow when he was 9, got rolly-eyes and wanders away all the time.  Lancelot saw a guy in a chicken-suit in a tavern that had rolly-eyes once.  Go figure.  Lancelot is a big poser man who has hordes of fangirls and fanboys (who are worse than the fangirl, except for this one sorceress chick who wants to preserve his corpse and do creepypervy things to it [that's straight from the deck]), but his big brother Sir Ector is kind of awesome and is the one who introduced Princess Guinevere to her love, Sir Gareth (who was my High King, and totally cool, and most definately the hero of the story.  His best friend is a DWARF!  How can you not love that?!  That just really fuckin' rocks).

We're thinking about doing a webcomic, to be updated very sporadically.  It'll be epic.  Thought you should know.

ASK ME ABOUT IT!  IT'S AMAZING!

[AN: AH-HA-HA!  This post is my post #666!  SO COOL!  BWAHAHAHA!]

I'm having a yard sale tomorrow.  Because the term ended at my college and people are ridiculously wasteful, I went around to all but one dorm (I forgot PEG) and collected stuff that people were throwing away.  I have about 10 huge trash bags of perfectly good clothes, a scanner/printer, a TV (that admittedly I still haven't tested yet), a DVD player, a CD player/boombox and a rather large box of shoes and stuff.  I haven't even bothered to go through my OWN stuff to see if I want to get rid of anything.

I realize that clothes don't tend to sell particularly well at yard sales, but I can hope, right?  I kind of like this whole thing.  I'm pretty sure that a large part of that is the fact that other than 3 or so hours gleaning from dorms and then 2 or so organizing all of the shit, I've not spent a thing, so any money that I do make from this will be pure profit!  Whee!  Moneh moneh!

Here's crossing my fingers, eh?

In other news, I've got an idea for a sci-fi story that included pirates and a navy.  Woot.  And the main character's name is apparently Kit.  Because I think that that is the most fun nickname for Christopher and wanted to use it somewhere.  And then the other (eventual) main character's name is (the dorkiness continues) Misha.  Well, Mikhail, but the nickname of awesome for that one is Misha.  But not in the creepy, I name!stalk actor kind of way.  In the 'that name is super-de-dooper awesome so I steal it' kind of way.  ::sigh::  I'm just digging myself deeper, aren't I?

It's all Susan Cooper's fault, though I'm damn sure that she wouldn't want to be blamed for this stupidity.  See, I read Victory, which is quite lovely, and a very quick read, by the by, and one of those main characters is a galley boy then powder monkey on the HMS Victory.  You know, Vice Admiral Lord Horatio Nelson's flagship at the Battle of Trafalgar.  Again, I say woot.  ^_^  The story was engaging, and therefore my brain engaged, and of course decided that it would also be awesome to follow a sort of similar story in a SPACE NAVY!  Bwahahaha!  But what is a space navy without SPACE PIRATES!  BWAHAHAHA!  It pretty much went downhill from there.

I've got an idea of a material that could be loaded into torpedo warheads that would necessitate the presence of something like powder monkeys, so that that's not 'random boys running around' time.  There is a semi plausible reason.  >.>  Sort of.

And I've got the basic 'Kit is press ganged by Pirates and then rescued by the Navy, tralala' plot, with lots of places to go.  Now I want for someone to bounce ideas off of and just generally bounce with.  Hee.

I'm taking Jarvis with me to work again, but I reeeeeeeeeeeally need to remember to Z out the register after each show this time.  Otherwise bad things will happen.

I find that I start a lot of my entries with "So," or if I don't, I almost certainly wanted to.  That's a little sad and lacking in creativity or imagination.  Boo.

So, I have a new project.  Of the kind of huge kind, which might be a leetle bit overwhelming at the moment, but what the hell: bring it on!  Before May Term is even over!  Erm...  That's totally a good idea.

There's an inn in town which is not living up to its potential, and I've basically been conscripted to revitalize it.  Yeah.  I have a whole bunch of ideas, but not a lot of idea what I'm doing.  Exciting mix.  I'm very much open to help from friends that are in the area.  I've mentioned it to one or two of you, but this is sort of a 'this is what I'm up to, but wtf am I doing?' post.

Plus I have homework.  Ew.

Demetrius is acting quite strangely, even for him.  I think it's because we just put a slip cover on the chair that he and Melita have spent the past year ripping the arms of to shreds.  He just doesn't know what to do with himself!  Oh noes!  Other than squawk and flail and then tear around the apartment, only to come to an abrupt stop in the middle of the room, stare at me for a moment, slink off, and then repeat the process.  He does change this up with flouncing into the middle of the room, throwing himself down, hooking one of his claws into the carpet and then propel himself around it on his side in a circle.  Breakdance!kitty is so fly!

Today is just going to be plain weird.  Also, I miss having people around.  [/random]

It wortheth! foxglovehp is my hero.  The project that I have spent 28 hours on is now picture perfect as a PDF.

I am now busy doing my HAPPEH DANCE!  WOOOOOO!

Does anybody know of a good way to convert word document into a pdf file?  Everything I've tried either has a stamp from the software across the top or just screws with my formatting.  I have spent literally HOURS on this formatting and reeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaally don't want to lose it.

Suggestions?

Other than, ya know, killing the program DEAD in the FACE until it is NO MORE.  Because I've thought of that one.

Star Trek isn't going to have midnight showings.  Instead, they're just premiering it on Thursday night.  Usually movies come out on a Friday so the theaters will sometimes to 12:01 showings Thursday night/Friday morning.  They're apparently kicking it back a whole other level to 7pm on the day before.  My theory is twofold: 1) beat the rush by doing something different and 2) quite a few Trekkers/Trekkies are getting up there in years and might not actually be able to do a midnight showing. 

Anyhoo...  I'm not working on Thursday night, finish class at 4 and don't have class until 1 on Friday.

I'm lookin' at you, sing1118!  IMAX!  Thursday at 7!  Can we make that work?  Pretty please?  Mom wants to come too!  (She has another friend to stay with.)  She's the one that started me on Trek after all... while I was in the WOMB!  Bwaaaaahahahahhaaa!  And then TNG started up 16 days after I was born.  Hee.

I've left the official site up on my computer for a bit because I'm having fun listening to their snippets of music. ^_^

I'm going to the staged reading of "The Insatiate Countess" at the Friars on Sunday.  Anybody still in town/going to be in town wanna come with?

The little blubs said this:
"FREE staged reading of "The Insatiate Countess" featuring M.Litt/MFA students this coming Sunday, 26 April at 7:30pm in the Blackfriars Playhouse. A bit like an early modern version of "Sex and the City" the main character scandalizes Europe with her sexual escapades, while the comic subplot focuses on two witty sisters who have married mortal enemies. With bawdy jokes, gorgeous poetry, a beheading, a fall from the balcony, misogyny, and a double bed trick, there's something for everyone!"

I'm gonna probably head down about 7.  Peoples should come!

"The airship hangar's interior is so large that fog sometimes forms near the ceiling. A person unaccustomed to its vastness is susceptible to optical disorientation. Looking across its deck, planes and tractors look like toys. Along its length maintenance shops, inspection laboratories and offices help keep the hangar busy. Looking up, a network of catwalks for access to all parts of the structure can be seen. Two elevators meet near the top, allowing maintenance personnel to get to the top quickly and easily."

I want a story!  Or a lot of them!

I've been sorta interested in steampunk for a month or two, but don't know a whole lot about it, nor have I found any stories to immerse myself in (haven't looked terribly hard either), so I'm not quite sure if this would be up that alley.  Or converting the kind of expansive awe of the hanger into pure scifi with a space-age shipyard.  Or, I donno, but....  SO COOL!

DIRIGIBLES!  So, so cool.

...anybody have any steampunk recs?  Or AUs of stuff that I'm familiar with?  I think that that would be the most desirable.

But I just wanted to let everyone know that dirigibles are awesome.

The past 12.5 hours have been devoted to Western Civilization, 1648 to now.  I still haven't taken the final.  And I still don't feel quite ready to.  ::facepalm::

Then there's the Anthro final which I haven't even looked at stuff for.  It's an open notes/book test, so you know it'll be wicked hard.  AND I have to turn in all of my reader reaction stuff, which I still haven't completely done yet.  ::shoots self::

Plus the Historic Preservation final which ... ew.

I love finals week.  To add insult to injury, the Blackfriars birthday bash for Shakespeare is tomorrow night. Which I (of course) really want to go to... and really shouldn't.

Boo bad timing.

The highlight of my day waschildminerva getting an A on her Bowen paper (dude!) and an A in her French class!  Go her!