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Online conversation from today, discussing potentially problematic questions on an exam she'd given:
[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat: Bonus question #2: "What do they mean, 'if a woodchuck could chuck wood'. Is there any point in calling it a woodchuck if it can't? Defend your answer, quote Sartre if necessary."
[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat: (i have no idea what class you're teaching right now. I'm just feeling exceptionally silly)
[livejournal.com profile] catalana: Logic
[livejournal.com profile] catalana: :)
[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat: Well, there you go, then. The Woodchuck question is completely applicable.
[livejournal.com profile] catalana: Sartre believes that existence precedes essence, i.e., that we can create ourselves into whatever we wish to be. Hence he would be perfectly fine with a woodchuck existing even if it couldn't chuck wood.
[livejournal.com profile] catalana: Aren't you glad you asked? :)
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So, some more random thoughts from Gafilk weekend.

Thursday:

Since I had actually taken Wednesday off to get some last minute stuff done, Thursday was remarkably unstressful; a first for me. I had to go drop my car at the shop in the morning to get the side mirrors fixed (long story), but aside from that, we had everything pretty much ready to go. [livejournal.com profile] hawklady showed up around lunchtime with her pickup truck, we got the sound equipment and other bulky stuff loaded in, and then she and [livejournal.com profile] kitanzi headed down to the hotel, with me behind in the car. We got checked in, settled, and started checking on flights. The weather forecast was for winter weather, so we were naturally concerned about people's travel. Several people had their original flights cancelled and had to reboot earlier or later, including [livejournal.com profile] bedlamhouse & [livejournal.com profile] ladyat's flight, which was early, and Ellen and Delia's flight, which was delayed. Poor Alexander James Adams had his flight cancelled entirely, and ended up flying in on a crack-of-stupid morning flight on Friday instead. Poor guy. I let other folks have the perk of meeting the guests at the airport this year, which left me free to go and take [livejournal.com profile] museinred to get a new cell phone, as she'd lost hers somewhere in the wilds of Manitoba. After stopping for dinner, I got back to the hotel, peeked in briefly on Play It With Moxie, who were rehearsing in the main room, and then went off to relax before the big day.

Friday:

Friday morning started out pretty normal. We got the dealers room open so the hucksters could go ahead and start setting up, made sure registration was good to go (which, being run by Myra, it was), and then headed off with [livejournal.com profile] bedlamhouse to pick up some of the last bits we needed for the sound gear. Last year, we had to hire sound equipment, which is frightfully expensive, so this year we'd started buying our own kit, but we still didn't have everything we needed for the weekend, so a bit of shopping was in order. We got most of what we needed at Guitar Centre, and then set off to look for a Radio Shack....

...and found ourself trapped in an episode of the Truman Show.

The first Radio Shack my GPS directed us to turned out to be a newly constructed block of apartments, which wasn't terribly useful, so I looked up another one that was nearer the hotel and we set off again. As we got close to where the place was, we were directed to turn down a particular street, but were thwarted by a cop parked behind a set of orange cones. Undaunted, we began plotting an alternate route, which brought us out and around down a side street, then told us to turn......down a short connecting street that was being dug up by a construction crew, who forced us to turn around. We were starting to get the feeling we were stuck on the set and couldn't get to the store, but finally we made our way around all the obstacles to get the last few things we needed. We stopped at the Chinese restaurant near the hotel for lunch (Note to self: your first meal of the day should not be at 3:30pm)

Back at the hotel, it was time to do the usual "bounce around and make sure everyone has the things they need", before going up to the room and finalising the questions for the My Filk panel. I had gotten questions from both our SSGs and our Toastmaster this year, but the Second Line category I always write myself. Once that was done, there was nothing to do but get dressed up and prepare for opening ceremonies.

Friday night is always "showtime" for me at Gafilk. I almost never have anything to do on stage during Saturday, but Friday night is opening ceremonies, meeting the guests, and then hosting My Filk. Sunday afternoon is closing ceremonies. In between, most of my duties lie behind the curtains. But we got everything kicked off, introduced the guests, and sang Auld Lang Syne. I only got some of the events out of order. (Next year: lists!)

Once the party was underway, Bill and I began trawling the audience for panellists. we managed to find a good cross-section of people, but this year's question set apparently was brutal, though I can think of people who might have had an easier time with it. ([livejournal.com profile] telynor would have aced the folklore section, for instance.) The insta topics this year were "poker and escalators" and "nuclear hot sauce and snakes" The judges had a spirited consultation afterwards, and then declared they were a hung jury, and appealed to the audience to clap for their favourite. The sound board declared that Team 1 eked out a victory over Team B.

The Friday Night concert this year was the very talented Dene Foye. I've enjoyed Dene's music for a few years (and besides, he covers *two* of my songs. How can I not like him?), so it was lovely to hear him do an entire set. (I grinned madly when he did "Naked Ambition" in his set.) The concert was well received, and after it was over, open filk started. I found myself wandering about a bit, spending some time in the bar, and then heading to bed reasonably early.

And this is getting long, so I'll finish up the rest of it later.
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I haven't gotten around to actually writing anything about ConCertino, but I did get my photos online.

May write more later.
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The last time Jonathan Coulton swung through Atlanta, I bought four tickets, expecting we could find someone to go with us. I figured if we failed to find someone free to go, I would just gift the tickets to a couple of random people standing in line (probably based on my perception of their cuteness, but that's another show...) Unfortunately, the night the show came up, I came down with the flu and ended up unable to attend. I forwarded my tickets to [livejournal.com profile] thatcrazycajun, who had planned to attend, and told him to give the tickets away to anyone who wanted them, either that he knew or just to people on line.

So, as you can imagine, I was excited to learn that he was doing another show at the Variety Playhouse. [livejournal.com profile] sfeley asked if we wanted to join up with a big group of folks attending, so of course we said yes.

Saturday arrived, and we headed down to meet up with our party at Front Page News, a nearby restaurant. We were the first to arrive, so we set about getting a table arranged for 12, and sat down to enjoy some appetisers. It was right about then that I had a sudden horror-struck realisation. I had forgotten to print the tickets!

I did what I usually do in such situations, which is quietly panic and then look for solutions. I could drive home and get the tickets, and with no complications from traffic get back in time for the show, but that would meant missing dinner and the company that went with it, which I didn't really want to do. A call to the theatre suggested they might be able to work something out with me, but not until we actually arrived there, which would be too late to enact a plan B should one become necessary.

So I asked our waiter, who was a rather nice young fellow, if they by any chance had an Internet capable computer and printer on the premises. He told me he would check, and came back to inform me that while his manager had one in her office, customers were not allowed into that area. However, if I were willing to give them the necessary login information, they would print my tickets for me. Desperate times call for desperate measures, so I wrote down the necessary details on a piece of paper and handed them over. He returned 10 minutes later with the printouts that would get us in the door, and we gave him a 50% tip when it was time to go. The food was also excellent, and outside of heroic measures above and beyond the call of duty, the service was outstanding. I highly recommend it if you find yourself in the Little Five Points area.

Once the crisis was resolved, we were able to settle in and enjoy dinner. Present were myself and [livejournal.com profile] kitanzi, [livejournal.com profile] sfeley and [livejournal.com profile] afeley, [livejournal.com profile] rslatkin and [livejournal.com profile] vatavian, [livejournal.com profile] joyeuse13 and [livejournal.com profile] abovenyquist, and some folks who may be on LJ but I don't know their handles. (Cross connecting the members of these couples to their respective poly OSOs (where appropriate) is left entirely as an exercise to the reader.)

We finished dinner, and set out to move our car to the venue's parking lot, since we were sure the restaurant really wanted their parking back, and headed inside, where we ran into other friends and enjoyed a great deal of conversation while waiting for the show to begin. Finally, the lights went down, and Paul and Storm took the stage.

Now, I'm not unfamiliar with Paul and Storm, and had even seen them before, way back when DaVinci's Notebook was still touring. But this is the first time I'd managed to catch their live show, and let me tell you, I laughed my ass off. "Opening Band" is *still* in my head (and I'm re-listening to it on YouTube. Thank you, YouTube), and the rest of their short set was just as entertaining. The faux-Gregorian "NunFight" song was hilarious, and the banter with the audience was rapid and witty. If you get a chance to catch these guys, don't pass it up.

Jonathan Coulton then took the stage and was pretty much spot on all night. He played his hits, he did requests that he had solicited on Twitter (including two of mine, though I don't know if it was *my* requests that got them onto the set list, but it made me happy anyway). One of the things I like about Coulton, both here and in every interview I've ever seen with him, is how utterly down to earth he is. He seems pleasantly bemused that he took a huge risk with his career and it's actually paid off for him, and genuinely appears to love everything about what he does. It's also a reminder that while you can do a lot of gimmicks with lighting and special effects to spice up a live show, you can still go a long way with just one guy, a guitar, and some fiendishly catchy and intelligent songs.

The show was led off with "Ikea", my two requests were back to back ("The Future Soon" and "Shop Vac"), and of course he did all the big hits like "Skullcrusher Mountain", "Re: Your Brains", and "First of May". My favourite moment of the concert may well have been his cover of Billy Joel's "Pressure", which was a very interesting and different interpretation and I completely want a recording of it right now. Paul and Storm joined him for a few songs, and everything was pretty much spot-on through the entire set.

At the end of the night, we staggered out into the warm night air, found our car, and drove home to fall into bed. I had an awesome time, and I don't doubt that I will be first in line to buy tickets the next time either act comes to town.
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"But you get the same level of consideration, trust, and respect. And you didn't even have to take your clothes off."
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Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is....tradition!

IMG_0997It has been our custom, in recent years, to celebrate [livejournal.com profile] kitanzi's birthday with a trip to the Georgia Renaissance Festival, though we missed it last year (ultimately getting our ren-fix at King Richard's Faire in Massachusetts). There were solid reasons to consider not going this weekend (I've been having some trouble with my hip and the faire involves a lot of walking), but I'm tired of coming up with reasons not to do enjoyable things, so I elected to uphold the tradition. Besides, late April really is the best time to go for Georgia's faire -- it's early enough in the season that the weather tends to be a bit cooler. This year we were graced with nearly perfect conditions -- slightly cloudy, breezy and warm but not hot.

We took off early from home, aiming to hit the gates at opening. We detoured by Ikea to pick up our friend Alice, who was spending the day with us, and headed south...down the wrong interstate. This is what happens when you don't take the GPS because you know where you're going, but the conversation in the car is more interesting than navigation. *blush*

IMG_0912The crowds were noticeably thinner this year than in the past; I have no doubt the economy is biting luxury entertainment like RenFaires pretty hard. We wandered in and out of shops, picked up some brunch from one of the food vendors, and sat and watched people go by for a while while we contemplated what shows we wanted to see. There was some new stuff at the Faire this year, and some people noticeably missing. Most conspicuous in their absence were The Lost Boys; in fact, there were very few musical acts on the grounds this year. Three Quarter Ale and Groghat shared the tavern stage, and besides them, there were none of the more traditional musical acts there.

There was, however, one rather astonishing non-traditional musical act. Cast In Bronze featured a single performer playing a four ton carillon which was simply awesome to behold. Most of his act featured recorded backing tracks, onto which he'd add a dizzying array of bells and chimes. When he started into "Tubular Bells", I nearly fell off my bench. Great stuff.

[livejournal.com profile] kitanzi: Can you imagine playing something like that?
[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat: Hard to set up in the filkroom, though.


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The other event which was new to us was All The Kings Horses, an absolutely stunning display of dressage featuring a trio of stallions (one Lipizzan, one Andalusian, and a black beauty whose lineage I am unsure of -- plus an American-bred miniature named "Goliath"). The performance was a wonderful combination of artistry and horsemanship, and I wish I'd had time to go back and catch their show again before we left that day.

We stayed until after 3pm, which was later than we'd originally thought we might, and headed back to the car just as the rain started to roll in. After dropping Alice off at Ikea, we headed home for a relaxing evening with takeout from the Greek place on the corner and a couple of episodes of QI.

Not a bad way to spend the weekend, if'n I do say so myself.
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From today's random lunchtime conversation with [livejournal.com profile] eloren:

[livejournal.com profile] eloren:
Shall we go?
[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat:
Nah, let's stay here for the rest of the day.
[livejournal.com profile] eloren:
I agree with you in prinicple. In reality...
[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat:
Reality bites.
[livejournal.com profile] eloren:
Yes, it does
[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat:
Reality bites. Sounds like an appetiser. <announcer voice> New, Reality Bites. Small nuggets of reality, breaded and deep fried, and served with a dipping sauce.
[livejournal.com profile] eloren:
I'm not sure what you're selling, but I don't want any.
[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat:
But the sauce is awesomesauce.
[livejournal.com profile] eloren:
I was hoping it would be the tears of my enemies.
[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat:
The tears of our enemies is one of the primary ingredients of awesomesauce.
[livejournal.com profile] eloren:
Oh, well, that's ok then.
[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat:
If you didn't mix in the tears of our enemies, it would be awesomepaste.
[livejournal.com profile] eloren:
And that's not appetising at all.

I adore [livejournal.com profile] eloren. Just sayin'
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I take a pause this morning to remember two friends, both of whom are gone from our lives far too soon.

Canadian filker John Caspell passed away suddenly, while recovering from a motorcycle accident. I wish I could say I knew him well, but I never really got the chance. But he was always a warm and friendly presence at any convention I saw him at, and I will miss hearing him in circles. He was very dear to many people who are dear to me, and I will miss him.

Fantasy author Tom Deitz was one of the first people I met when I moved to Athens in 1989. He was an old college friend of [livejournal.com profile] stars_and_magic, and was a fixture at the frequent parties and gatherings we attended. He suffered a heart attack some weeks ago, and never fully recovered. He had a very wry sense of humour that I always appreciated.
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[[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat]
I have this sudden image of [livejournal.com profile] bardling wandering the streets like Jacob Marley, wrapped in cat-5 cable with small switches attached and dragging along behind her.

[[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat]
Scrooge the BOFH, visited by three spirits....the Ghost of Systems Past, the Ghost of Systems Present, and the Ghost of Systems Future....

[[livejournal.com profile] autographedcat]
"Where are we?" "Don't you recognise this room?" "That-- that's my old PDP-11! But this data centre doesn't exist any more!"
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For a variety of reasons, we will not be having movie night this week.

We may look into scheduling one later in the month. Watch this space (or [livejournal.com profile] kitanzi) for future details.
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I've signed up for various social network sites, though to date LiveJournal is the only one I actually use with any stunning regularity. And in the past, I've particularly made disparaging comments about Facebook, saying "I don't really know what it's for." and complained that it mostly seemed to be for spamming other people with quizzes and other fluff.

Well, I would like to redact all my statements from the past about the uselessness of Facebook, as it has within the last two weeks reconnected me with two dear friends I had lot complete track of.

Deanya was a college student working at Waldenbooks when she noticed a couple of high school kids browsing the science fiction section and struck up a conversation. On learning that these two kids were into role playing games, she mentioned the gaming club she and her husband were members of, and invited us to drop by and check it out. Thus began my (and Jeff ([livejournal.com profile] hejira2006)'s) association with the Carolina Game Club, and introduced me to a number of great people and quite a number of great games. I lost touch with most of those folks after I moved to Georgia, sadly. Just a few days ago, Jeff and I were chatting on IM and an old gaming-related joke from those days came up, and I wondered out loud "I wonder whatever became of Deanya?", so I did a little searching and found her Facebook profile. A few days later we were chatting on IM and catching up on the last 20 years, like no time had passed at all.

Once I moved to Georgia, I got a job working in a fundraising call centre (I'm not proud of this, but we were desperately broke at the time and it paid very well. Sorry for interrupting your dinner....) and I met a guy who introduced me to MUDs. Lacking actual home Internet service at the time (this was late 1991/early 1992), I would go and use computers in the Macintosh labs at the University of Georgia campus. (Not being a student meant I didn't have an account with the University, but no one ever really checked.) It was there I met a lovely lab assistant named Cat, who told me about a MUD that she and her friends were developing, if I was interested in checking it out. Not long after that, the MUD I was playing (Apocalypse II) lost it's site, so I logged into Cat's new MUD, JediMUD. Thus began an association with a game that would bring me friends, chosen family, and more than one love affair. Unfortunately, right around the time that [livejournal.com profile] kitanzi moved down to Georgia, Cat disappeared and all of us lost touch with her.

Today when I got back from lunch, I was surprised and delighted to see the following in my inbox: "Cat [Lastname] has added you as a friend on Facebook."

So, you know, Facebook is just all right with me. I'm still not sure how to use it. But i know now what it's for. It's for drawing the parts of your world that had falling a bit far away closer to you again. And that's a good thing.

(God help me, I'm starting to understand the allure of Twitter, too. But that's another post...)
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This is just a reminder that we will be holding an open election party tomorrow night at our place. There will be food and drinks, though feel free to bring something to add to the festivities. We expect people to start showing up around 7pm.

If you need directions, drop me an e-mail or leave a comment.

Hope to see you there!
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Next week is the normally scheduled night for movie night, but it's also something else.

[livejournal.com profile] kitanzi and I were lamenting not being able to attend [livejournal.com profile] aiela and [livejournal.com profile] davehogg's election night party, and I said "Well, we could just throw our own," and after some discussion, we decided that would be a fine thing to do this month in place of the usual film. So....

Tuesday, November 4th :: 7pm until whenever :: Rob & Larissa's Place

We'll have some popcorn, put the returns up on the big TV, and just generally sit around and chat about whatever moves us as the results come in.

The rules

  1. NO BASHING. I have my biases, and I'm sure you have yours. That said, while I like a spirited debate about politics as much as the next person, I'd like to keep my home a friendly space for anyone to attend.
  2. See rule #1.


Seriously, folks, I want to have a good time with this, and I'm willing to pass the chips to someone willing to sit down with me and have a friendly chat, whether they're Democrats, Republicans, Greens, Socialists, Monarchists, or whatever you might be. It's a party, not an inquisition.

Who's in for it??

Movie Night

Oct. 1st, 2008 04:02 pm
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Just a reminder that it's the first of the month, and that means movie night! Due to some changes in schedules, we're moving movie night from Wednesday to Thursday. So don't show up tonight, because there's no movie tonight. The movie is tomorrow night. There will be popcorn. Maybe baked goods. And good company. And a movie.

Movie night is Thursday, October 2nd. See you then!
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Thanks to everyone who commented on this post.. My friend read them all and wishes me to thank you all. She's very grateful for all your concern, support, and suggestions, and when she was feeling overwhelmed, she'd come back and reread your comments and take strength from them.

After the stress finally became enough to make her physically ill yesterday, she took a sick day to consider her options, and had a long talk with Boss. The end result of which is that she plans on tendering her two-week notice today, and begin looking for employment elsewhere.

It's a big, scary thing to do, but I think that it will ultimately be the best for her. I'm glad she's going to soon have this madness behind her.
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I have a friend who works as a librarian for a small private Northeast college. And she's utterly miserable, because her boss is insane.

I don't mean to say that she's insane in the way that everyone's boss is insane. I mean to say that she's clinically paranoid, irrational, inconsistent, and expects her charges to be both superhuman and mind-readers. Consider the following:

  • Boss expects to be told about every single thing that happens, preferably in real time. That means that if a student asks to use a stapler, make a photocopy, or have a tissue, she expects an email reporting this fact. Apparently, nothing is so trivial that she doesn't want an alert about it.
  • She is convinced that students who come in to ask questions are actually being sent by higher ups to report back on the quality of service, and as a result wants to know what each of them asks, and what they were told, and carefully scrutinizes what information was sent out..
  • She doesn't want work-study students to do *anything* other than sit and do their homework and "be a face" at the desk. They aren't supposed to actually help anyone, re-shelve anything, or interact with patrons. They are occasionally trusted to count the number of patrons in the building once an hour. but one gets the feeling she begrudges them even this.
  • She forbids the librarians from referring students to resources outside the library. Any resource or information that comes from beyond the walls of the institution is suspect, and finding out you've done so will invite a severe reprimand. They *certainly* aren't allowed to use the Internet as a tool for finding information.
  • The librarians are forbidden to participate in professional mailing lists, and have been told that if they find themselves in a place with other librarians, they aren't to talk to them, because she doesn't want other libraries finding out about their "secrets". (Hey, lady, I have news for you. You don't have trade secrets -- you're a *library*. And even if you did, you'd help people research what they are. You know why? Because you're a freakin' *library*.)
  • On being told by friend that she didn't know how to perform a particular task, Boss replies, "You're a reference librarian. You should know how to do that." (I suggested that "Well, I know how it would be done in a real library, but how would you like it done here in Bizzaroland?" would probably be impolitic, satisfying though it might be.)
  • Boss frequently issues reprimands to friend in front of co-workers, which makes her feel even worse about things.
  • Boss doesn't want the librarians to talk to each other any more than absolutely necessary. She was incensed when one of friend's coworkers sent her a report that friend had requested, containing information that friend needed for the task she'd been assigned to do.
  • Now that friend has been 'exiled to Siberia' (read: the other campus), Boss is wanting *hourly* status emails about what's going on.
  • My friend was promoted, shortly after being hired, when the person in the vacant position quit without warning. My friend protested that she didn't really have the experience for the job, and was promised she'd be mentored at every step of the way and allowed to grow into it. Subsequent to being promoted, she had a huge amount of stuff dumped on her that she didn't know how to handle (mostly related to instructional classes that needed to be planned, organized and taught.), was told to "just deal with it", and then yelled at when the results didn't match her expectations.
  • After valiantly trying to cope with this stress for weeks, friend finally went to her boss and said "i can't do this. It's too much." Since then, she's been treated like an incompetent toddler, despite the fact that she was never given the support and direction that was promised her.
  • Last week, friend was asked over to the main campus to attend an instruction tutorial session, with Boss and two co-workers. Upon arriving, Boss told her that *she* was teaching the class, a task she had not being given any opportunity to prepare for. Boss seemed quite irked that my friend wasn't capable of teaching a class she'd never taught before on a moments notice without preparation.

This is by no means a complete list. I spend a great deal of time alternating between gobsmacked disbelief at this crazy woman and frustration that my friend, who is quite dear to me, is stressed nearly to the breaking point over this incredibly irrational work environment. When she took the job a few months ago, she was so excited about it. She's good at what she does, and was looking forward to the position. Now, she's trapped in a miserable job with a crazy boss, no openings in her area to try and apply to, and financially unable to just walk away. (Though the latter option is looking better and better to her, it's also generally not a good idea to just up and quit a professional position. This isn't retail.)

I'm sharing all this with you because....well, because it's just amazing to me, and I had to share it with someone. Though I'm sure my friend will appreciate any sympathy or encouragement you have to offer.
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We've already told a few people about this, but in the interest of making sure that everyone who reads this space knows.

[livejournal.com profile] kitanzi and I will be visiting Massachusetts in September, specifically Sept 5-8. Our primary purpose for visiting is to visit some friends from outside our normal social circle and meet up with a group at the Ren Faire, but since we know a large number of you would likely hunt us down and do unpleasant bodily harm to us if we didn't make some effort to see you, we plan on attending the MASSFILC meeting on Saturday.

So, if you're inclined to be the sort of person who wants to see us, that's the place to be. (It would have been great fun to just show up and surprise everyone, but I didn't want to risk someone being disappointed afterwards because they didn't end up going that month.)

Hope to see all you New England types there!
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This weekend, two of my WoW guildmates, Silverfoot and Aeshna, got married. They're a lovely couple, and I wish them all the best

Anyway, also at the wedding were some other TGC members, and one of them had a video capture device, which is a good thing, because otherwise, we'd have only heard about, and not seen, this.



I'm gasping for breath. That was *astounding*. Way to go, guys. May your ever day together be full of magic.
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It's been a pretty social week out this way, which has been a lot of fun, on the whole.

World of Warcraft: Frustrating Raids )

Movie Night Out: Indiana Jones )

Move Night In: Juno )

Quiet Night At Home )
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(I don't have a filter for locals folks, so feel free to skip this if you're not in the Atlanta area)

So, the last couple months have been pretty low turnout for movie night. Having said that, we really are hoping to keep the tradition going.

See, I finally unwaffled on buying that new TV. So we have a *really* nice screen to watch movies on now. Our gaming group screened "Raiders of the Lost Ark" last week, in preparation for going out as a group to see Indy 4 *next* week, and it's just so nice.

So, next Wednesday is our monthly open house movie night, and we'd love to have you come over. As usual, there will be some baked goods, some good conversation, and an interesting movie to watch and discuss. If you need directions, or have any questions, or just want to let us know you'll be there, leave a comment or email me.

Hope to see you there!

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