I’m reupping Jim Butcher’s The Aeronaut’s Windlass because I did have some free time this weekend. Running field in the SCA involves being in one place so that people can find you easily. You tell them where their pavilion goes, they put it up, you go back to that one place. It’s one of those jobs that, if you do it right, you vaguely wonder afterward whether you really needed anybody to do it at all.
Anyway. It is a good book.
#commissionearned
I’m running Field for an SCA event this weekend. That basically translates to “help set up the baronial and Minister of the List tents, as well as the list field fences themselves.” We had plenty of help, but I’m not thirty anymore. Shoot, I’m not even forty. I’m the guy with the gray beard and the three hundred foot heavy-duty outdoor tape measure* and the little red flags who tells you where to set up.
At least tomorrow is a no-heavy-lifting day.
Moe Lane
*It feels glorious to have one of those, in fact. There is nothing quite so grown-up as knowing that you are a person who needs to keep a three hundred foot heavy-duty outdoor tape measure in the trunk of your car. You can feel the universe taking you ever-so-slightly more seriously.
As a father, some of this was tough to watch. I’m just glad that I can trust my own kids not to do anything like this.
Via @DaddyWarpig.
Still trying to get into the rhythm.
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Continue reading 05/19/2025 Snippet, IN THE HALLS OF THE LILY KING.This is fairly hardcore, especially since the DM in question undoubtedly heard this response at some point, and then began to smile evilly.
As is customary for this site, happy Juneteenth! It’s a clear, hot day: I may just grill those hamburgers instead of stove-cooking them, after all. And to Hell with all slavers.
Yeah, it’s silly that aliens would come to Earth just to collect humans for their larders. Silly and stupid. On the other hand: lots of guns, and Linda Hamilton doing a weary Russian accent. On the gripping hand: my wife wants to know what they did with that poor Gorn’s eyes.
