Home from Pirate Faire!

Y4rrrrrr!!!!

Ojai Pirate faire was t3h @w3s0m3!! Mad Charity and I did persuse the fairgrounds, were attacked by vendors, and did knowingly and willfully chase and mock the bagpipers, along with Izzy's help.

Wyland forgot who I was at first, but after throwing him in the air, demonstrating his natural aerodynamic design, he remembered who I was, and depression was averted. Ran into so many old friends.

Liz, who used to work at the shop, when she saw me, tried to run away. When I pulled Mad Charity to my side, kissed her, and introduced her as my "New & Improved, and not Psycho" girlfriend, she turned around, and gave us both a big hug! I bet you can guess who she was trying to get away from. . . She said I look different, and said it was because I looked happy.

Amerigo mentioned the same thing. And so did so many others. It felt so good to be amongst all my friends again. And this time, not under a tyrannical thumb the whole time. I cannot wait till Escondido, and T3h 3vil Gu1ld sounds like so much fun. Izzy, if you are reading this, I want to be a part of that. Like planning and stuff, if you will have me. As a matter of fact, I had a wicked idea several moments ago. Whilst being rude to a pack of mundanes, have Wyland wander up, in the care of his "parents" (mundane dressed guild members, part of our group.) When negotiations to buy Wyland fail, I would proceed to pick Wyland up, and begin to walk away, and when his "parents" protest, I turn around with a pistol or sword in hand, and tell them if they want him so bad, they can always make a nother, and then carry him backstage..

It sounds funny to me..

But then, I may be 3vil..

But Faire was fun, and Charity and I were sooooo sore when we got back home.. but Mexican food was good, and an episode or ST:TNG took the edge of that, and we proceeded to go to bed. Long day, but one of the most rewarding in years.

Especially when I was finally able to deliver a promise two years in the making.

"I feel like a piece of meat," or "Laser-Guided Pussy"

Well today was a doozy. After a seemingly endless day at work, I come home, preparing to relay the story I am about to tell to my girlfriend.

"I feel like a piece of meat," I say.

"Because I pull the sheets back and look at your cute ass when I get ready in the morning?"

". . . . . . Well that's one more reason why. . . . ."

Why do I feel like a piece of meat, do you ask? Because at work today I had to deal with about 100 high-school aged girls that had been at an all girl's camp for the last week. My co-worker and I were the first guys they had apparently seen in a week that were not their camp counselors.

A week is nothing, you say. Normally, I would agree. But let me tell you, people. I had to tuck my ponytail down my shirt because I had so many Jail-Baitlettes™ asking if they could play with or pull on my hair.

16 people. They were 16. Full of questions like, "Do you like your hair pulled?"

That's none of your business, but yes. Yes I do. No, you may not. My girlfriend and the Los Angeles County District Attorney would both be upset.

So I get home, and tell my story. I then proceed to pull out my laser pointer, and harrass my girlfriend's cats. Why? Because it is FUCKING HILARIOUS. These two cats are not the brightest crayons in the box, to be sure. In fact, Sadie is downright retarded. (I love you Sadie.) I can have her spinning in circles so fast that when she finally loses balance, she keeps spinning wth the momentum.

My girlfriend looks at me, nearly choking on her smoothie with laughter, and says, "If we were high, we would be dying right now of the funny. This would keep me amused for hours!"

It keeps me amused for hours when I am not high. Just what exactly are you saying?

The Trip.

Tuesday I took my brother to Catalina, because I could. He and I walked all over creation (Avalon), because we were both too cheap to spring for bicycle rentals. Aren't we cool?

We walked down the beach front, and all the way to the Casino. After a tour of the museum, we grabbed a bite to eat at the Coney Island West Hamburger stand. Teryaki Burger = Yummy!

With a lot of time to kill before our return boat arrived to take us home, and nothing to do (Avalon shuts down early in the winter), we proceeded to walk towards the East end of the island, making it all the way to the Avalon Freight area, and found a little out of the way restaurant, but I can't remember it's name. And that bugs me. I remembered it about 15 minutes ago when I started this damn post. I swear, I have the youngest case of Alzheimer's ever. EVER!

Back on subject.

You damn ids and your loud music!

wait.

Oh, yeah.

So, next time I go to the island, I am going to eat at that place, because it totally looks like an Islander hangout, and not a touristy place. I saw NO rental bikes or golf carts in the parking lot, but the place was fairly packed. And the smells coming from the place were good.

After that, my brother and I wandered through a hole in a fence, and found ourselves walking around a bunch of dead boats. Propped up on frames. It was eerie. On our way out, off to the side, we see a biker-looking dude feeding peanut butter to the BIGGEST husky I have ever seen. And not pretty looking, either. This was the dog that was supposed to eat trespassers (us). Distracted by the peanut butter. Needless to say, we just walked right on outta that place in quick fast hurry. Anyways, that was my trip to Avalon.

Amen.

Ojai...

So this coming weekend is Ojai Pirate Faire. Nine and I will be attending, and there we shall debut our new pirate personas. Hers is Mad Charity Roberts, and mine is..... well shit darn it... I cannot remember. I have it written down on a sheet of paper stuffed into the pages of a dictionary sitting on Charity's living room table... It is Jonathon something.... (steps away from the blog to call up google search...) YES!!! Jonathon Brewster! I have not found a good adjective to add to my name yet, although "nervous" was one of the favourites of Charity.

Nervous Jon Brewster?

Drunken Jon Brewster?

Maladroit jon Breswster

Stumbling Jon Brewster

Jon 'Halitosis' Brewster

Anomalous Jon Brewster

Frivolous Jon Brewster

I would like to take the time to thank Thesaurus.com for all their help in coming up with this list.

Let me know what you think, people.. And send me some better ones, if you have them.

Cheers!!

Quote of the Day: "Yay for sticker day! You aren't in big trouble anymore, mister!"

Pirate Boots and whatnot.

Today I took a little jaunt down to 6th st to visit a couple of friends, and take a peek inside the costume shop that is down there. I started talking to the lady who runs the shop, and foundout that she has the same pirate boots I just bought online for $145...for $99. (sound of head exploding.)

Well, now I know where to go for the replacement pair when these ones I have die. Oh, well. She is a nice lady, and she has a pretty cool gold-looking pirate medallion for $10 bucks that looks cool. Maybe after payday.

Dealt with a rather sad old lady at work the other day. Just about as mean as they come, and for no real reason. Afer work, I was talking about her to my co-workers, only to find out that throughout her stay, she had managed to be a scathing bitch to everyone I worked with, all in completely seperate incidents.... I was amazed.. I can see someone getting mad at one person, but to go and attack every employee for no reason? Jeez, lady.. you should have stayed home and hen-pecked your husband, and saved yourself the $50 it takes to come to my place of business.....

Opposition....

This evening, I was at work on the boats, and we were underway, and it was around 7:30pm. The sun was just above the horizon in the west. There were some low clouds on the horizon, and they were aflame with the suns rays. In all respects, it was a rather beautiful sunset. And then I happened to look to the east. The full moon was just beginning to rise, and was in fact almost the same distance above the horizon in the east as the sun was in the west.

It was really beautiful, to look at the sunset, with it's orange sky and glow on the water, and then to look the other way and see the moon rising in the purple sky, with the moon's glow on the water visible as well. Nine will understand what I say next. It was a total Zen Moment. I really felt small, but not in a bad way. I felt like I had a glimpse of the vastness of the universe, and of my own infintesimal part in it. I enjoyed the feeling, and it must have showed, because one of the passengers asked me what I was looking at. I pointed out the sun and the full moon in opposition, and explained why I was enjoying it, and she kind of nodded, and started looking back and forth to. A Zen Moment.

I wish I was poetically inclined enough to accurately portray how it looked. Unfortunately, I am not, but take my word for it, it was something else. Another thing I realised about it. This event, with the sun and the full moon opposite like that? Only 2-3 times a year. Otherwise, the sun will set too early or too late to match with the moon.... Kinda cool... And I was right there, in the middle of the ocean, with no obstructions on either horizon to mar the view...

Kinda makes me feel small... in the good way....

End of the summer

Well, Labor day has passed, and I find myself wearing white. I have to. It is part of my uniform for work. Is that ironic? I have no idea. I don't usually concern myself with such things. I do, however, concern myself with this: with the passing of Labor Day, my work drops to a winter schedule, which means I get much less work, and thus, much less money.

Only that hasn't been the case so far. What is now the case is this. Instead of knowing what my schedule will be like a week in advance, I am getting calls to cover shifts for people the same day as the scheduled shift. Which basically means all my plans are out the window. Fear not, I will still be doing faire. I will just not answer my phone on those days, and thus will not feel guilty about turning down shifts. Huzzah!

One of these days I shall make it to my house, and I will be able to access my pictures that I have on my family's computer, and it will be possible then for me to customize my blog better. Kind of looks an awful lot like the one I had before, lol. but it will soon change.

Promise.

Well, let us stretch out with our new blog, shall we?

Well, let us see how this new blog fits, shall we? To start? Well, a new blog for a new person, sort of.

You see, I used to be a ninja. Not really. But in the Great Ninja-Pirate War™, I was a supporter of the Ninja.

I am now a pirate. Yes, you heard right. I am now a Pirate, and glad to be. My girlfriend and I will be going to Ren Faires as Pirates, and I have garb and everything. She even extracted from me the words, "Pirates are cooler than Ninjas." The words DID come from my mouth, of my own free will(mostly. She was witholding sex.). So, there you have it. I shall now proceed to play with the new features of my Beta Blog!

EDIT 3:38AM I am mucho tired. I will add pictures and other customizations soon. By soon, I mean prolly tomorrow. Hopefully I will be updating this blog more than my last one. And hopefully, I can figure out how to transfer all my old posts without having to cut and paste and shit. If anyone knows how, I would love the help... thanks!!!