Longer meeting than expected tonight.

No one delay that I can really put my finger on, but sometimes you have a forty minute SCA meeting and sometimes it’s an hour forty. Tonight, it was an hour forty. Ah, well, we had a lot of ground to clear before the event in a couple of weeks.

On the other hand; this officer thing really is good for helping me remember how to talk to adults. And remember their names! That was more of an issue at first than I liked.

I am deep in the newsletter madness.

I’m doing a project for my SCA barony: I’m the chronicler, which basically means that I take notes at the meeting and do a monthly newsletter. But since the Pennsic War is coming up quickly, I thought that it’d be nice to have a special newsletter for Pennsic, filled with good advice and whatnot for people who were going for the first time. I’m not actually writing much of it, just putting together articles other people wrote and so forth, but the deadline for submissions tonight and editing requires a bunch of fiddling around.

Which is to say: I’m doing creative work today, but it’s creative work that has little to do with this site and I can either do it now, or tomorrow when my self-imposed publishing deadline is. I honestly would rather do it now. Which is to say, pared down even further: probably no gaming material written up tonight, or anything. I want to make sure that this isn’t hanging over my head.

So, the first week of the month’s gonna be weird for me.

Basically, now that I’m an officer in my local SCA barony I gotta do the newsletter every month.  Taken one way, it takes about an hour to do.  Taken another way, it takes about four days.  I’m really kind of hoping that that latter number starts coming down, but I’m not confident that it will.  And it’s not the cowboy days of the SCA, twenty or so years ago… Continue reading So, the first week of the month’s gonna be weird for me.

Weekend’s going to be tricky.

Essentially, I have to drive five hours on Saturday morning to make it to an one-hour meeting, then crash that night at a hotel, and drive five hours back the next day.  It’s SCA business: I’m the new chronicler for my barony, and we all have to attend a meeting like this every year.  Since my kingdom (Atlantia) stretches from Maryland to South Carolina, you can largely count on fun trips like this every year.

Also, in unrelated news: I’ve suddenly discovered a burning desire to join a Northern Principality for Atlantia movement.  Go figure.

Dagnabbit, they had a tank at one of the SCA’s Gulf Wars.

But now I can’t find the video.  Gulf Wars is a SCA war that takes place down in Mississippi in the month of March (when it’s considerably warmer than other places in the USA); the tank was a Da Vinci model.  They’d never let it on the Pennsic battlefield (August, Pennsylvania), but Gulf Wars is rather more easygoing about neat stuff.  It was an amusing image, too: as far as I could tell, they moved the tank by pushing it and the dude ‘driving’ it walked in the middle with his helmet visible so that a pike could maybe get at it.  I have no idea how the marshals were ruling attacks by the guy, or even if he was allowed to make attacks on his own.  Doesn’t matter though; it’d be enough to be able to say No sh*t, there I was, driving a tank in the field battle.

Anyway, amusing image.  Guess you had to have been there.  Or seen it yourself.

Moe Lane

PS: Hey, Leonardo Da Vinci was Fifteenth Century AD.  That makes it period, hey?  With room to spare.  At least in the Kingdom of Gleann Abhann.

The Bomticc Tapestry: 50 years of the Society for Creative Anachronism.

For lo: look now on the works of my people.  Well, one of my peoples.  The Bomticc Tapestry shows the first fifty years of the SCA, embroidered in a style evocative of the Bayeux Tapestry (which is, of course, not actually a true tapestry).

I don’t expect folks who aren’t in the SCA to entirely ‘get’ how cool this is for me, but: it’s pretty cool. And I pray to God that it survives, and confuses the living HELL out of scholars in the year 3045 AD. Just for the fun of it.