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So I went to the Costume Designers Guild table yesterday before I left the con, and they saw my ribbon. One girl handed me a pack of patterns for free: McCalls "cosplay" patterns which are rehashes of their really terrible ren fair designs that I outgrew about 10 years ago.  :kingmeh: So, I handed them back with a "thanks, but no thanks," took a copy of their journal and some coupons for fabric, and left.

Then I saw John Barrowman pantsless, so things were fine, really.

Well, you can't blame the little people for not comprehending skills that are beyond their ken.

It was a nice gesture. They basically had a stack of shitty patterns they were trying to get rid of. Most likely donated by McCall's, so they were like, "Here, take a free thing." And I was like, "Nah, save this for someone who is just learning how to sew and could benefit from it." I wasn't a jerk about it, it's not like I didn't start using paper patterns. The coupons for fabric made up for it. :D

Now I have to plan for Pennsic, because I decided that I didn't want a summer, and I fly out next week.

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So I went to the Costume Designers Guild table yesterday before I left the con, and they saw my ribbon. One girl handed me a pack of patterns for free: McCalls "cosplay" patterns which are rehashes of their really terrible ren fair designs that I outgrew about 10 years ago.  :kingmeh: So, I handed them back with a "thanks, but no thanks," took a copy of their journal and some coupons for fabric, and left.

Then I saw John Barrowman pantsless, so things were fine, really.

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I just got a costume award at San Diego Comic Con.

I JUST GOT A FUCKING AWARD FOR MY STUPID SEWING AT THE COMIC-CON INTERNATIONAL FROM THE COSTUME DESIGNERS GUILD FROM HOLLYWOOD. HOLY FUCKSTICKS.

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HOLY SHIT SAN DIEGO COMIC CON IS HERE. later for a few days, spags.

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Husband had a hell of a day, today. Apparently one of the cooks on the sub decided that he was going to take an extra day of leave. In Arizona. 8 hours away. Without telling anyone. Apparently he just got married, too.

So he showed back up on the boat today, and was escorted right to Squadron to get his ass kicked right out of the Navy. No mast, nothing. Apparently, husband went, "So, you don't want to come to work? Okay, you don't have to. We just aren't paying you for it, anymore." And since husband is not mess chief, as a punishment for his snarkiness, he got to drive the AWOL shithead's piss to Balboa.  :lulz:  After the piss dropoff, he got stuck in the In n' Out Burger drive-thru for 20 minutes because a customer inside was trying to kill himself. The best part is that I was on the phone with him when he finally made it to the window to pay, and the woman sounded as chipper as ever.

He is now in the garage, on his 2nd beer, soldering wires to a robot.

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The Richard Nixon school of ballet and the arts / Re: Spagbook
« on: July 19, 2016, 03:33:31 am »
A bunch of my friends and I got tiaras for a Roman (See also: roaming) keg party at Pennsic.

I feel like the Grand Duchess Anastasia. I'm going to go tell Jeff that I am.


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Looks like we have a shooter in Reid park.

That's no good, there's been a zillion people going there to catch pokemon.

Nobody was hurt.  He was some dude having a nervous breakdown who had gone out to the park to shoot himself, but was confused by the hundreds of people running around screaming and brandishing cell phones.  He eventually handed his gun over to some random guy and waited for the police to come get him.  As I understand it, he's in the observation ward at Saint Joe's.

Do I read this right? Sounds like he very well may be alive entirely because of the Pokemon craze...

It's having an immensely positive effect on people overall, so it wouldn't surprise me that some secondhand effects would start manifesting. If people are finding dead bodies and helping solve cold cases, saving the lives of suicidal peeps in need of help sounds like a damn good fringe benefit as well. Of course, this also could have ended badly for a lot of people.

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I ended up in Pasadena yesterday for an event. The San Gabriel Mountains are lovely, but nobody told me that they trap the smog from Los Angeles and every nearby fire ever like some fucking force field. I haven't used my rescue inhaler this much since I was still in middle school.

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Housewarming party tonight, this means I have to clean the house. Not that it's dirty, mind you, because I try to keep things pretty tidy. It's just that I have to do it, and vacuuming stairs is stupid as hell.

I suppose I mostly just need to make sure the downstairs bathroom has enough TP and soap, the kitchen smells like Swiffer, and the dining room table isn't covered with my loom and yarn anymore. Oh, and we were able to purchase fresh local salsa by the GALLON, at a normal grocery store, not just Costco.  :lulz: California has its perks.

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It's too bad high intelligence is so highly correlated with low self-esteem and depression.


This actually makes a lot of sense, at least to me. Though I wouldn't call myself a genius by any stretch, I've been dealing with low self-esteem for pretty much forever. The depression is new, but doc seemed to think it manifested through stressful events. Fact is, I WISH I couldn't be arsed to care, but I care too goddamn much. I'll never achieve true Slack since I'm forever sitting on pins and needles. Right now, the guest room still has boxes in it. We just got our truck of stuff 2 weeks ago and I'm like, 'THIS SHOULD HAVE BEEN DONE 3 SECONDS AFTER IT GOT HERE'. I care too goddamn much to not care, and I wish every fuck I have would just fly away. I'm sick of caring. I want a goddamn nap.

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That's one weird worldview.

I've been a stupid magnet, lately. 

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Home. At least teaching gets me out of the house in the mornings. Came back to a message on FB asking for one of my fabric suppliers, notably, where I purchase my elaborate historical reproductions from. The company is called Sartor, they're based in the Czech Republic, and they are not cheap. So, fancy fabrics are something that I scrimp and save for.

I then proceeded to get read the riot act by this woman because I was clearly made of money, and showing my wealth off, and that it's not fair to other people for Jeff and I to wear these super expensive brocades because not everybody can afford them.  :? Because it's my fault, somehow.

Good thing there wasn't wealth inequality in the real Middle Ages, or anything. 

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Everybody back East is assuming that California "will be good for me", and that it will make me a "less angry person."

Jokes on those fuckers. Hate is universal.

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So, my employers are once again desperate to assert their right to enter my flat without my permission.  It is rather disturbing, how insistent they are on trying to give themselves the right to enter my flat at any time.

In any case, I've told them "no."  Politely.  This time.  Next time it will be "because the first person who steps into my room and I don't know who they are, I'm picking up the nearest blunt object and hitting them as hard as I can with it".

This seems more than reasonable.

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I had a horrible goddamn day yesterday, and today isn't shaping up to be better, other than I get to go teach a class at 10am. I'm working on a particularly expensive silk tunic for the husband, and one side of it is giving me hell. Something in the pattern is just off and not fitting into the puzzle as it should. The repeated removal of pattern pieces resulted in a silk shatter, and I damn near had a full nervous breakdown. Husband ended up dragging me down the stairs out of my studio to sit on the couch and stare at the TV. Didn't help, I woke up feeling like a depressed fucking failure.

On top of that, somebody I don't know messaged my pro page on Facebook to attempt to buy my Long Beach Comic Con table out from under me, which is rude as fuck. If you miss the deadline or the con fills up, you lose your chance. End of story. I do not share or sell to somebody I don't know.

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