Ars Gratia Artis

I walked through the moonlight, my dark cloak, dark dress trailing across the frosted grass. The procession was silent, in contemplation as we headed toward the labyrinth. A gatekeeper stopped us, one by one, whispering words to us and reminding us that our experiences were each individual. I could see my breath in the air.
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I’ve been sick. Oh, I know I bitch and whine about small illnesses and injuries all the time; I live my life vaguely run down because of the double whammy of sleep apnea and hypothyroidism that are never quite treated enough. But I’ve been REALLY SICK, like, fever-dreams and blurry days and a disjointed sense [...]

I recently finished reading Gaiman’s American Gods. I enjoyed it, although some of its imagery haunted me–there’s a willing cruelty in Gaiman’s work that always squicks me. I’m reading Stardust now (have already seen the film) and am waiting for that undertone to kick in. However, I digress. We’re talking about Gods. As [...]

I think that after Michael heads down to the prop group, I’ll set up my archery stuff and shoot things. Or maybe I’ll work on an writing project, or cook. Or do all of that.
Other places public things have been written since the last entry:
*Two entries at Cook-a-long, which contains content related to redacting pre-1601 [...]