Mega-meme 20

Twenty mega-memes! That's a lot of memage! For those new to this, feel free to click on the "meme" or "mega-meme" tags to this post to see all the OTHER memes I've done over the past two years. Good for hours and hours of procrastination!

Onwards to memage!

( I should wear a Retro MTV Tee )

( I am Strawberry Ice Cream )

( I am a Rose )

( Life is Beautiful )

( My candy heart says Hug Me )

( I am the Empress )

( My blog is worth $2,822.70 )

( I am a Zoroastrian Pagan )

( I am Bragi )

( My pirate name is Black Jenny Flint )

Plan? What plan?

I had a plan for the day. It was a moderately simple plan: go to a meeting at YES (11 am), go to karate after that was over (12:30), come home and do some moderately productive job-hunting stuff in the afternoon, maybe go to Maz tonight.

Instead, I wound up coming home after the meeting, going for lunch and grocery shopping with Ian and his mom, getting home at 4:15, chatting with Ian and our gardner / landscaper for a half hour, doing computer stuff while getting increasingly frustrated that someone I wanted to speak to online was busy, all the while Ian was upstairs and waiting for a phone call, which he finally received, and now it's suddenly 7 pm. Ian's gone, and I've missed not only the early afternoon karate class, but also the evening one, which means I'm not doing a class until next week.

I'm emotionally tired and ready for dinner. A long shower would do me worlds of good, too. Still haven't decided on Maz.

I apologize for the fact that there was nothing remotely interesting in this post.

New piece: I met a bard upon a moonstruck night

A few days ago, I asked for requests for new bardic pieces people wanted me to write, mostly as a way of gaining inspiration to actually put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard, as the case might be). The first one that caught my muse was the one by emerlion, "write a sonnet about an experience you had at Pennsic."

Sad to say, the experience that stood out most in my mind was being snubbed by a certain someone on the Tuesday of War Week. I had hoped to be going back to his tent, and he wound up going back with someone else. I was, shall we say, miffed. But that was the memory my muse focused on, so here's the sonnet about it:

( I met a bard upon a moonstruck night... )

Constructive criticism and other comments are welcome.