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19th, Mar, 2010 | 08:48 am

countessdewierd Have me five more words:

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4th, Mar, 2010 | 11:21 pm

Following a meme from cthulhubitch: Comment and I will list 5 words that I associate with you, which you must then post about.


The Society for Creative Anachronism, a medieval re-creation club that I've been part of for about five years now. The SCA has significantly changed my social life - it occupies a lot of my free time and a fair amount of my thoughts.

One aspect of it that sucks you in is that it's so broad. Even if, like me, you are really only there for the fighting, there is learning technique, fighter practice, maintaining your armour, making/buying/improving your armour, helping new folks, helping at public demos (to recruit more people to fight) and running events like tournaments and wars (to get more fighting in!).

Of course, it's also a club that is chock-full of geeks, aka, people I like, and one that encourages polite and courteous behaviour, plus runs on volunteerism. Forming friendships sucks you into other aspects of the club - helping out at events, medieval cooking, making clothes, researching history to improve your "look", heraldry... it's a real rabbit hole.

But what does "SCA" really mean to me? Armoured combat is the most fun you can have with your clothes on.


On December 21st, 2000, I finally took Wendy on a date after exchanging emails for about 6 months, We moved in together into an apartment in Wembley some time in 2007 (IIRC) and then into our duplex in Lathlain in 2008. On March 28 2009 we got married in front of our friends and family at Willow Pond in Canning Vale - and then I dislocated my shoulder on honey-moon :)

I didn't think marriage would change our existing relationship - we've been living together for years - but it did, in a way that's hard to vocalise. We're closer, more comfortable. Playing with my ring still hasn't gotten old, and I don't think I've ever lasted this long with jewelry - I don't even wear a watch because they annoy me.

Marriage is awesome.


UCC, the University Computer Club, something I haven't really been a part of since 2003. I used it's resources almost exclusively to play games - mangband (multiplayer angband), zangband (Zelazny angband), Spellcast, Ritual Sacrifice (a MUD) and later, Enemy Territory and Urban Terror. I also participated enthusiastically in not a few flame wars, using pine as my mail reader on the dumb terminals.

I had my account locked twice - once for stealing drinks (well kinda, someone had left the slot as "clue" for 2c) and once because there was suspicion that robthesilent and I were account sharing. I honestly can't remember if we were or not, I think we certainly knew each-other's passwords. Maybe we su'd as eachother to borrow coke credit :P.

I was really more of a UniSFAn who used UCC assets (and climbed in from the loft when "dispense door" was restricted).


I fondly recall how the definition of "oldguard" shifted for me as the years went on. As a fresher-3rd year, people in the room every day were "new guard" those still studying but who had been at uni for 3+ years were midguard, and those sad dweebs who had graduated but still hung around were oldguard.

This definition didn't really change when I hit 4th year (5 year degree that took me 6), but I actually got to know and like some "old guard", and applied "midguard" to people who had graduated but I knew well.

Some time in 5th-6th year I re-evaluated: Those still at uni were new, graduated but still get to the clubroom were mid, graduated and only go to parties/post to the list were oldguard. Using that definition I clung to a self-percieved "midguard" status for a few years, mainly in Unigames and UniSFA on weekends and playing Urban Terror in UCC on weeknights.

Once I reached the point were all freshers were instantly annoying and juvenile until I got to know them, I finally figured out I was oldguard. I tried to stop taking part in the flame-wars, but that took a bit longer....


I first realised my hair was receding in year 12 (1997!). For a while I "fought the power", letting Mum brow-beat me into fashionable haircuts and using hair gel. Looking back on the photos, it actually suited me quite well.

In about 2000 Mum and Dad brought home some stuff to massage into my scalp - rogaine? - and I used it for a couple of months before I decided: regardless of what expensive treatments or care I take, I am balding. It is inescapable. I was reading a lot of Zen and Buddhist stuff at the time (which still forms a lot of the core of my personal philosophy) and I made a decision; I will not spend years or time and emotional energy fighting a battle with my hair, forever dissatisfied with how I look.

I stopped using the stuff (Mum and Dad weren't that happy but hey, it's my hair and I can be pretty stubborn) and started adjusting myself to the fact that I'm balding, trying to accept and welcome the physical change. It was a lot harder than I thought it would be - I hated jokes (or ads!) about it or the subject for at least a year, and I still occasionally cringe and makes jokes when I see it in photos (13 years later), but I think I'm a lot happier than I would be than if I was pouring money into "advanced hair" or whatever trying (and failing) to look like I did when I was 18.

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Delicious nutty sand

23rd, Sep, 2009 | 12:16 am

I just tried to make almond milk. It tastes like creamy, nutty sand. I think a sieve is in my future, lets see if a night in the slow-cooker will teach it a lesson.

"Blend until smooth" my arse!

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"New" Vegemite

10th, Aug, 2009 | 07:56 am

Is crap.

It has no flavour. It sorta tastes like a 1:10 mix of vegemite and margerine, maybe with some plastic cheese mixed in. If it didn't say "vegemite" on the side of the jar, I wouldn't have known.

Don't bother.

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Don't we've

2nd, Jul, 2009 | 10:16 am

A fairly innocuous email tickled my brain.

"Do we not have insurance?"

I would usually phrase that as "Don't we have insurance?", which, with either more or fewer contractions, is: "Don't we've insurance?" and "Do not we have insurance?", both of which sound really clunky.

The clunkiest by far is "Don't we've". Is there actually a rule that says you can only use "we've" to summarise the have that means "in the past", as opposed to "own"?

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It's Business, It's Business Time!

13th, Jun, 2009 | 01:26 am

Hello all,

I recently received a Baronial Award - the Sun's Ray. I'm inordinately proud of this award, which is given for consistent courtesy. I' even more proud, and embarrassed, by all of the people who came up to me and told me who worthy I was of the award - though obviously not embarrassed enough to brag about it, as you can see!

An effect of this award is that it has filled me with a desire to be worthy of what I see as an not-really-deserved honour, and be a preachy bastard (as japester and countessdeweird were subjected to recently). Ego and courtesy don't really seem to sit well, hand-in-hand, so I guess I'll just have to work more on the former to allow the latter. This post isn't really helping that but hey, 2/3 of a bottle of Johnny Walker Black had to go *somewhere*!

In an attept to move towards making a 1350ish gambeson (current plan is 2 layers of the silk hemp I have in the shed as padding), I had Wendy wrap up my torso in glad-wrap, followed by masking tape last night. This was working pretty well, until I realised that a) I could not breath and b) we were out of masking tape. a) was solved by cutting up the front, sucking in air, and adding more glad-wrap and tape, while b was solved with some cheap-ass silver duct tape I have had the the drawer for about 2 years.

In the end, I know have a tape-patten that I need to transfer to material as a test-go for a cotehardie, which will itself be a test-go for the gambeson.

On a parting note, to echo the current them - if there is something you feel you should know about me that you don't, please ask and I WILL answer truthfully.

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Our King went forth to Normandy...

4th, Jun, 2009 | 12:49 pm

Since my last update I've gotten married, went for a fantastic honeymoon in the south island of NZ, been to Rowany Festival and gotten a dislocated right shoulder, been to both the Autumn gathering and Pencampwr and Wendy has gotten a new iPhone.

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My name is Sue! How do you do!?

26th, Mar, 2009 | 01:02 pm
If all is emptiness, why are you: contemplativecontemplative

Introspection follows:

I've noticed a tendency in myself, something that I don't really like:

When I'm presented with something new, my immediate response is often rejection. Usually, further contemplation and interaction will reverse this initial reaction!

Some examples:
- I watched one episode of "West Wing", decided it sucked. Came back years later, discovered that it is in fact awesome.
- When Kane first gently suggested that I might consider a role on Baronial council, I reacted aggressively enough that he said "gee, I must have that the wrong way". Within a few months, I took on a role as Constable and am now thinking becoming even more deeply involved.
- When I first met Nathan, I didn't really like him - he seemed too arrogant and crass. Now he is a very close friend.
- I'm finding my self more likely to give a grumpy reaction to new information which I didn't discover

Like everyone else on the planet, I consider myself a good judge of character, and size people up within a few moments of meeting them. Obviously, I'm not as good a judge as I think I am!

Why do I have this quick, defensive distancing reaction? I like to think I have pretty good self-esteem, I'm proud of who I am and what I do, but can't be that self-assured if I react this way to things which go against my assumptions, or change my plans.

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Oh me name is Jock Stuart

23rd, Oct, 2008 | 03:53 pm

This is actually a really cool "quiz"!

Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test...

Balanced, Secure, and Realistic.

Impressionism is a movement in French painting, sometimes called optical realism because of its almost scientific interest in the actual visual experience and effect of light and movement on appearance of objects. Impressionist paintings are balanced, use colored shadows, use pure color, broken brushstrokes, thick paint, and scenes from everyday life or nature.

People that like Impressionist paintings may not alway be what is deemed socially acceptable. They tend to move on their own path without always worrying that it may be offensive to others. They value friendships but because they also value honesty tend to have a few really good friends. They do not, however, like people that are rude and do not appreciate the ideas of others. They are secure enough in themselves that they can listen to the ideas of other people without it affecting their own final decisions. The world for them is not black and white but more in shades of grey and muted colors. They like things to be aestically pleasing, not stark and sharp. There are many ways to view things, and the impresssionist personality views the world from many different aspects. They enjoy life and try to keep a realistic viewpoint of things, but are not very open to new experiences. If they are content in their live they will be more than likely pleased to keep things just the way they are.

Take What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test at HelloQuizzy

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14th, Oct, 2008 | 12:13 pm
If all is emptiness, why are you: workingworking

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