I had an awesome night at The Church last night. Danced a little, until the DJ put in KMFDM's 'Godlike' and the dance floor cleared. It was pretty funny, as KMFDM seemed to have that reaction at the Macalester dance nights I went to a few years ago. So after chuckling a lot, I went out and danced like a maniac through the rest of that, 'Stigmata,' and a Die Warzau track, wooo! After recovering I spent a lot of time on the floor, until one o' clock or so.

I recognized an artist by the music video - who would have guessed Trent Reznor has such a distinctive chin? But yeah, I think I'm going to have to keep an eye out for the new NIN release, and see what I think of it. I rather enjoyed 'Hand that Feeds.'

I still want to know what that incrediable cartoon anti-Bush music video is! Does anyone know?! It could be some sort of Flash video, and features such images as: Bush driving up in an ice cream truck, handing TV-cones to children, who lick them and turn into sheep; and Bush leading a herd of sheep through streets lined with TVs, and when a couple sheep climb the to the top of the TVs, a laser burns the letter 'S' (for 'sedition') onto their wool, then they are shot with spears with 'traitor' flags, killing them.

Apparently some guy was following me around all night, but since I generally avoid eye contact, I have no idea who it was. However, I did see the attractive fire-breather that I met at the drum jam on Monday, and he gave me a good night bite when the club closed down at three. That's a fun little flirtation I have going on there.

This morning I changed the oil and oil filter in my car and then brought it over to a guy who was absolutely convinced that he could have my front passenger door lock fixed in an hour. I am never, ever, going to try that again. Hellish. Ugh.

So, the lock has now been removed from Kass's innards, and I'm probably not going to put the handle back on either, just to reinforce the fact that the door doesn't open. *sigh*

This is the last big weekend of Scarborough! Apparently, there are around 30 Minnesotans here to visit, and my mom (!!) is flying in tomorrow afternoon. It'll be a crazy weekend. There are supposed to be storms pretty much every night, but the days look like they'll be clear, and only in the 80s! These last few days have been awful - mid 90s - and they've been driving me to the library for respite (thus the plethora of posts the last few days). Yay, air conditioning!

It's time for my mid-afternoon siesta. My brain isn't working so good right now.

A belly-dancing class started last week. Damn, but learning a new dance style is a lot harder than I remember it. My shoulders hurt from holding my arms out, my thighs hurt from trying to keep my stance so low, and my tummy hurts from doing up-hips and down-hips. My instructor took 2 months to get belly-rolls, so I'm hoping for a year.

I finally figured out where the $2 theater is, so I went and saw Hitchhikers last week. I'm hoping to see Kung Fu Hustle and Kingdom of Heaven this week.

The nearest liquer store is something like an hour away. I'll just stick with buying Mike's Berry at the Junque.

I finally had the big emotional thing over the boy, so hopefully that's done with. Yay for being single again, and hopefully for a long time. Likely for a long time.

My dance notebook got rained on, again. Damn rain. Damn paper. Why can't they make water-proof paper? At least this time I only lost a half dozen dances, instead of several dozen dances collected over three or four years.

I've been really big into telling people my long term goals of late. Here goes... In three or fours years, I want: A truck with a topper, 4WD, ABS, AC, cruise control, a CD player, and a hitch. A trailer. A cat. Solar panels and a wind turbine. Flat-screen TV that doubles as a computer monitor, all implied energy drains powered by aforementioned items. A three panel mirror so I can see myself dance and spin poi.

I'm learning the Lilt, which is an awesome solo/performance reel done by lots of the Texas types! It's awesome! I can't wait to show off the first half to all of y'all back home!

It seems like one of the worst things to be called, out here in rennie-dom, is a carny. It is a referance to one's character, I gather. A stereotype of the difference between a rennie and a carny: A rennie still has most of his or her teeth.

... and it's true, in one case at least! My grandfather worked at a carnival for several years... in addition to having lost most of his teeth, he's a bigot, drunkard, and counterfeiter.

(Yay for Google! a search pulled up another difference as well - about three quarters of the way down the page. Hrm, need to check that story out some time.... sounds like it was writen from life.)

Heh, it's so easy to post when I write them up ahead of time....

But seriously, this is more personal rambling. Doubt that m/any of y'all'll care, feel free to skip it.


What with the Hell Week from Arizona, arriving on Friday night, and barely getting my tent set up before I went to sleep, I didn't have any time to brace myself for getting ready for a new faire, with a different plot and a different cast. Add to that that my previous time here was spent as a visiting entertainer, but that now I'm approaching it from more of a crafter's angle, and it left me feeling quite off kilter.

I feel like I've regressed several years in my interactions. I've always had slow responce times, but in-character conversations feel more awkward. I haven't the faintest idea how to respond to flirting (not that I ever have, with the more recent exception of during dancing), and I feel utterly tongue-tied when someone kisses my hand. (Oooh, someone bowed over my hand, but didn't kiss it! That was so cool!) I did manage to say a couple things that proved there's *some* sort of brain inside my skull, but nothing I'm overly proud of.

Meh. So, I guess, I need to work on character development, and figure out if the young noblewoman Corinna bears any relation to this strange Corinna who works for a living, yet has opinions on fine Italian dancing.

- I wore a *gasp* short sleeved chemise (with elastic!) for the first time ever this weekend. I know I should feel horribly guilty, but hey, it was free!

- Late Sunday, when it was slowing down, I was singing Gamen/The Vulture (in English), and a patron walked by, stopped and listened, and said my singing gave him chills. He came back five minutes later and told me that, no, seriously, I should send a demo CD to American Idol. Heh, so much for keeping my ego in check. Now I need to learn *how* to sing, instead of just doing it, and how to blend and all that shit.

- I'm camped next to the same group of girls I was camped next to in Arizona. Yay, this'll rock!

- I'm making more money here than I thought I would. Woot! I'm getting dental work this summer!

- Every time I saw a flower person walk by I would miss my boy. *sigh* I miss my boy....

- I saw spanishbubbles on my trip here. That was awesome; it's amazing how you can not see someone for two years and pick up right where you left off (except for understanding lawyer-speak. Sorry, babe! I now understand how you felt when I'd talk about taxes!)

- If I seem to be posting stuff for the edification of all of y'all who read my journal, and it's not interesting, feel free to be like, "Hey, Deb, but what about Insert-Subject-Here?"

- It was awesome to see iarroganti again! Um. And gem_handler, and doveshadows, and dancingbearkat, and other familiar people too, but iarroganti was an unexpected surprise.

- I figured out why there's so much more dancing here than at other faires! It's because there aren't any dancing stage shows - no Morris dancers, no Royal Scottish Country Dance Society folk, only a few lone belly dancers.

- Ah! There's a picture of me from first day! Wow, but I look bad....