Happy shallow things

[mrissa]

I conferred with my mom, and the dresses I found on Friday are plenty formal enough for Jim's wedding, so no more shopping required! Yay. One is wine-colored and the other navy. (I may end up wearing one or both of them at World Fantasy.) Also one of my end-of-season clearance backup swimsuits arrived, and it fit (calloo callay!), so I am now the owner of a blue and white hibiscus print bikini. The arrival of the hot tub has brought our swimsuit use up considerably, so it's nice to have another.

timprov and I went to early Perkins breakfast. When I refused to play Cliff Shag Marry with him (ever again because he is evil), he spent the early part of this morning making other songs into Tam Lin songs. His evil cannot be stopped. On the other hand, it gives me things to listen to when I'm thinking about The True Tale of Carter Hall.

Which I am not, of course, because I'm not writing that yet, la la la la la no.

Aiee. There was another happy thing of not too great a depth, but I forget what it was. Anyway, soon I'm going to get ready to head down to Fest for the day, which should be good fun. Hope you're having good mornings, too.

Edited to add: These aren't it, but I thought of two more good things of not much depth: Friday the birch branch outside my bathroom window had green leaves. Yesterday yellow-green. Today golden. Just that branch, not the rest of the tree.

Also, when I let the dog in, her fur was cold and smelled of autumn.

Comments

[mamculuna.livejournal.com]

A Tam Lin story will possess you until it's written.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I can live with that as long as three or four Tam Lin stories don't possess me until they're written. I've already done "Take Back the Night" and "Water, Flesh, and Stone," and the whole Carter Hall set is related, and there were even bits of Tam Lin in "Swimming Back from Hell by Moonlight," so I think I'm paying my dues.

[brithistorian.livejournal.com]

What is "Cliff Shag Mary"?

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Marry, not Mary. It's a rather drastic game where one person picks three people (historical, current, fictional, real, whatever), and the other has to choose which one they would toss over a cliff, which one they would have sex with, and which one they would marry, given that those three options had to be sorted out among those three characters.

So a Lord of the Rings fan might say Bilbo, Frodo, Sam, and you would have to sort out the options from there.

[brithistorian.livejournal.com]

Ah, I can see where that extra 'r' in the name would be significant - I completely missed it on first read. :-)

It does sound like a fun game, though I can quite easily see how one could get evil with it. {twirls mustache} (Ack! Neither spelling of "mustache" looks right to me this morning, even though the dictional assures me that either is acceptable.)

[apis-mellifera.livejournal.com]

My personal favorite to throw out for that game (which we call "Marry Fuck Kill") is Darth Vader, Sauron, and Voldemort.

Having a pretty good morning here, too. I'm within striking distance of being finished with the wedding shawl--I have either one more pattern repeat + edging to go or just edging to go, depending on what the ladies in my knitting group think this afternoon. And I get to ply yarn tonight while watching Firefly! And I can start reading matociquala's new book any time I want, since I'm now reading for December (and since I'm only doing 4 books for that issue, I only have good ones, yay!).

[mkille.livejournal.com]

Clearly the answer is...

Marry Sauron, because in the divorce settlement you'll get half of Mordor, custody of 4.5 ringwraiths, etc.

Fuck Darth Vader, because that suit is probably one giant Hitachi Magic Wand. Plus the Force.

Kill Voldemort, because the dude had his face on the back of some other guy's head, and that's just too much baggage.

[mkille.livejournal.com]

I play something similar with onehipmama, where two options for sex are presented, and one must be chosen. A typical round might be, "Don Knotts or Scary Coworker X?"

[apis-mellifera.livejournal.com]

And is death not an option? Because we play that one, too.