Happy Jenday, everybody.  Jenday: Good.  And Good for you.  Just remember that the worst part of the week is over and the best is yet to come.  And you say "But I thought Jenday was the best day."  Oh no, my friend.  The is just the marker, the road sign, the milestone.  From the lofty heights of Jenday you can look back out over Tuesday and all you can say about Tuesday is at least it wasn't Monday.  And looking farther back you see Monday itself, crouching like some malignant creature.  It did it's worst.  It took a chunk out of you, or maybe just tore your pants at the very least.  But you fought and won!  And now as you look down slope you see the verdant, rolling Pastures of Thursday spread out before you like a comforting blanket.  And just beyond that, the Hills of Friday rise like angels into the sky.  Oh sure, it may be rocky at the foothill, but by noon you'll find the climb much easier.  By evening you'll have reached the summit.  What glorious splendors, what untold-wonders, what delicacies of creation await you there.  And beyond the Hills of Friday, that mystical land called Week's End, where freedom is celebrated sided by side with self-indulgence.  Roam free, my friends!  Roam free!  Be not slaves to the system!  Go!  Search, play, explore, laugh, sleep, drink, eat, screw, then sleep some more!  For the wheel ever turns.  And there are not always moments to live the way you love: with abandon and passion.  Go, and when you return, keep that freedom - the memory of it as a shield against the darkness.  Know that others with join their shield to yours, and perhaps one day, we can build a wall against tyranny.

Ok, I don't know where the hell that came from.  Sort of a stream of consciousness, I think.  Anyway, that was fun. 

Wow...that finale teaser was friggin' amazing.  Did you guys see my combat roll?  That was awesome.  If nothing else comes from all of this I need a tape of that.

Oh yeah, so once upon a time I mentioned that I would have pictures of WAR, but it turns out, I didn't really take many, and most of them were of people none of you know anyway.  I hate pictures like that.  But at least I can show you one. 

 There you go: Pirate Me.  Or, as known in the SCA:  Reverend Mochran Killington - The Horny Bard.  And yes, that is a bottle opener on my belt.  Really, I would probably dress like this every day if I could get away with it, but it does get to be a bit cumbersome and police officers often frown on people wearing 10" long daggers.

I don't have much for today's blog...the week after War is always sort of a let down, but it's also vitally important recovery time.  I've been very lazy in the last week and can't say that I regret it.  I have that luxury.

But soon, I should get to work.  When I say "work" I don't mean my 9-5:30.  I mean writing more, putting more songs together, maybe doing some laundry.  Ha ha.  Oh man, I almost said that with a straight face.  Hi-diddle-dee-dee, the bachelor's life for me.

Here's an interesting tidbit about how small of a town I really live in:  This last Friday night, some friends and I decided to go out to a bar.  Normally we just party at my house because it's cheaper and the bar tender is a friend of mine.  So we decided to go to a local pub.  And I mean A Pub.  It's called the Mayflower.  All old wood panelling; English, Irish, and Scottish paraphernalia on the walls, real beer on tap, and the best onion rings I've ever had in my life.  I decided to wear my kilt.  This isn't a crucial point in the story.  I just like to point it out.  And I thought it fitting since we were going to a pub.  Oh sure, there was all that stuff about the English oppressing the Irish and Scottish for hundreds of years, but hey!  That's all over now.  Now like I said I don't go out to bars often.  So it was completely coincidental that we choose this night and this bar.  Not long after we get there and order drinks some other guys come in, one of which looked vaguely familiar.  Turned out he was a good friend of mine back in junior high.  Also turned out he was getting married the next day. 

Its things like that that always make you take a step back and look around at your life.  Seems a lot of my friends are getting married lately, and I suppose this is the time of life to do it.  Me, I can barely take care of my self, let alone a whole other person.  But, really as long as I get to go to the reception, then I really can't complain. 

And Dictionary.com's word of the day is bagatelle \bag-uh-TEL\, noun:
1. A trifle; a thing of little or no importance.
2. A short, light musical or literary piece.
3. A game played with a cue and balls on an oblong table having cups or arches at one end.

Incidentally, "piraturg" is not a word in the English language...yet