Remind me to never flip off a comment that could actually give someone a bad idea.

This is why.

(10:37:51 AM) zephyrofgod: Just as long as the baronies don't fight over who gets me, I'm fine. :P
(10:41:26 AM) zephyrofgod: But anyway.
(10:42:33 AM) Cathus: Last I heard they were going to do a double-elim tourney among the baronial champions to decide who gets you. I know there was some discussion about allowing the shires and colleges to "hire" champions as well.
(10:43:14 AM) Cathus: TRMs champions are not allowed to participate, because they already have you
(10:43:56 AM) zephyrofgod: ...ow.
(10:44:11 AM) zephyrofgod: That hurts my head.
( tourney-planning for dummies )
(10:55:31 AM) Cathus: The tourney for snort-inducement of Constantia
(10:55:49 AM) zephyrofgod: And you know, every damn person who knows me would be lined up to compete.

You'd think by now I'd learn to avoid the traps when talking to Jibra'il. I've been friends with him for almost six years. Apparently, I can't.

Example.

This morning he called me a Pictsie. And threatened to dunk me in woad.

Went through my day.

Showed him a set of fairy wings I want. Like, I have major grabby hands for. MAJOR grabby hands. (if you want to get together and get a pair for me, clear with copper veins. :P I would seriously love you, my flist, forever.)

This is what I got from him.

me: So.
me: I have a major case of grabby hands.
me: http://fancyfairy.com/titaniawings.html
him: *slaps hands* No.
me: But!
me: Christmas.
me: And I wants 'em.
him: *slaps hands* No.
me: :(
me: I'll pout.
him: *slaps hands*
him: No.
me: YES!
him: -.- that is
me: I promise I won't wear them with garb.
him:: OK.
him: Only for the RenFaire.
him: And around the house.
me: Not even then.
me: House, maybe.
him: *LOL*
me: Shoots with Ruaidhri, yes.
him: *LOL*
me: But not with garb.
him: Wait...this goes with the whole Pictsie comment from this morning.
him: *dips in woad*
me: Dammit.
me: -.-
him: <=== was right!
him: HA!
me: You're mean.
him: *evils*
me: I am -so- blogging this.
him: And I love how you soooo set yourself up for this too.
me: Hush.
him: *pokes*
me: -.-
me: Grr.
him: You'd think after how many years of talking to me you'd have figured out how to avoid the traps... ;)

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Silly brother.

I need to learn much better. Or not forget so easily.

I had a weird dream.

Again.

This time, it had my paternal grandfather sitting next to me telling me to "remember."

What, I don't know.

But remember.

Hrm.

Must ponder further.

Well, I'm getting better. My voice is starting to go, but I can now keep food down. It's a trade-off I'll take. Meanwhile, it gives me time to work on the icon project for Queen's Prize. My current shopping list comes to $60, which just proves that I can do this inexpensively. A lot of the paints will get used for other things (other icons, mayhaps), and it's not like I'll use all of the gold leafing. At least, I hope I don't.

Meanwhile, I've been dealing ( with some unusual circumstances... )

Anyway, I'm going to go to bed. Maybe. Sleep is good.

How did I get talked into submitting something to Queen's Prize?

How?

I blame Cathus. End of story.

I may paint an icon. Not sure, but I'm heading that way. And while I can't afford doing egg tempera, I figure I can get close with acrylic. Maybe.

Again. How did I get talked into submitting something for Queen's Prize?

I swear, I have the weirdest dreams during a certain...time. Ahem. Seriously, it's crazy.

So, the dream goes like this:

I'm out in the middle of a nondescript urban centre. I'm even wearing rollerblades (never mind that I can't actually do skating. That's for another post), and I'm cruising around town, and I see some people dressed...erm...rather differently, almost in period clothing, garlands on their heads, etcetera. After running my errands through town (one of them to a record store), I decide to follow a few of them. On roller blades. And somehow, my clothing changes. I'm not in jeans. I'm not even in "mundane" clothing. I'm in the same style as everyone else.

You thought that was cracked out. Just wait.

So, I end up blading through, seeing various ceremonies go on as I check things out...and then I feel stuff growing out of my back: wings. WTF? I'm a faery? So, the wings take over, and people start chasing me, and trying to capture me, as I remain the same size...just, with wings. And I crash through some guy's house. Turns out that this guy was my betrothed all along. And I'm really a faery, as is he, and we can do magic. Only a certain number of the human population can hear us, and they're out to get us.

I can do magic! I can shrink things, make 'em bigger, and that's only a little bit of what I can do. But, we have to go into hiding, and quick, so I shrink the house, and us.

And that's when I woke up.

The hell?

What sort of crack have my dreams been on?

Meanwhile, I still miss Chance, but it's getting easier to move forward.