Sounds like just what the Dr ordered, yay!

I hope that everything is benign for Becca. It's scary but I really hope it has a good outcome.

but I want to kinda bask in the good mood that came from dealing with it head on and getting a really good response.

Bask in the good things that you can. It's good for all of us to try and remember to do this. Bask in the good things that you can.

Best wishes for Becca.

xpost with Bcrazy -

Bout time for another Bitches. As per tradition, a sampling of quotes -

No. I'm a rebel. You're an idiot.

That's right! Big bad's back, and lookin' for a little death

I came, I conquered, I felt really bad about it.

That's right! I'm back, and I'm a bloody animal!

I say, we go out there, and kick a little demon ass.

Let's fight that evil. Let's kill something. Oh, come on!

As usual, I'm here to help you, and I... are you naked under there?

Discussion you know where...

Let's fight that evil. Let's kill something. Oh, come on!

I think I said that last Friday night waiting for my D&D game to begin.

I'm sorry, Pix. I hope everything works out for Becca, and that your banking stuff gets resolved in a useful manner.

Totally what Calli said. ^^^

I think I said that last Friday night waiting for my D&D game to begin.

Here I again recount the text message Biyi sent me when we were first dating, when I was spending the day playing D&D:

"HAVE FUN AT YOUR GAME. I LOVE YOU. KILL THEM ALL."

"HAVE FUN AT YOUR GAME. I LOVE YOU. KILL THEM ALL."

I loved hearing it then...having just come home from a game night, I love hearing it now.

Biyi and Billytea 4evah.

"HAVE FUN AT YOUR GAME. I LOVE YOU. KILL THEM ALL."

Oh, yeah, she's a keeper.

Hubby's mother quietly said to me when he and I first got together that she hoped I'd help him "grow up" and stop doing that silly gaming and historical re-enactment and all that. I blinked at her and said, "But I'm the DM. And we're going to the SCA this weekend." Poor Moom.

"But I'm the DM. And we're going to the SCA this weekend."

Best. Answer. Ever.

Serial:

I'm sure y'all are sick of hearing about my adventures on the Great Peace March but, to keep my own head from exploding, I need to let go of something.

At the risk of sounding like my head is the size of the Hindenberg, the truth is, I am one of roughly 5 people in the country who can do what I did not the March. The complexity of directing the logistics of a 3700 mile march with 1500 people can't be described in _any_ brief format.

Since the March, I have been approached by lots of groups asking me to repeat the feat. Many of the approachers have been Marchers hoping to recapture the glory days.

In self-defense, and an effort to do good with the knowledge, I wrote a manual that I released to the world for free. It has long since been lost to me, but anyone who wants to read it can find it in the Swarthmore College Peace Collection.

Recently, a couple of fellows, both tangential to the March have come asking for my help with a 'green' march, focused around climate change. I appreciate both of their efforts. I think they should definitely do it and I will cheer for them when they succeed.

One gentleman has been hugely respectful and appreciative when I laid out a basic outline for him and is learning what he needs to do the job himself.

The second fellow has been pestering me on Facebook. His last missive definitely has me in a NONpeaceful frame of mind.

He wrote to tell me that he had hired a logistics coordinator but she doesn't know what to do, so he planned to call me the next day so that I could tell her what to do. What is my phone number?

I just stared at that for a minute and then went on with my life.

This evening, I get a message from _another_ Marcher who knows me ever so slightly more, asking me to help this guy.

At first, I felt like a wicked bitch for being stingy with my knowledge but my bff, who was on the March but did not now until years later what it entailed, said, "The fact that you succeeded in the monumental feat does not mean you are obligated for life to do it again for anyone who asks. By the way, fuck him. Why isn't he paying YOU!"

That made me feel better, but I'm still grappling with 'how is it people think they can ask me to do this' and 'but it's for a good cause, maybe I should do it.'

Still, my friends who are still fighting the good fight I abandoned long ago (which is really why I feel guilty) are making a helluva lot more money than I am, in so doing.