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"Someone who wanted to buy shit from you but didn't because you failed to offer it to them means you're a shitty businessman. If that someone got it from your competitor for free, you're a fucking horrible one." -- evilmeow, 2005-03-08

Had to look some things up (one person whose Pennsic address I needed found me last night, but I still had a couple other data that didn't get copied to my PDA before I left) so I figured I'd post while I'm logged in.

Driving a Big Ol' Truck to Pennsic takes longer than driving a car and feels like it takes even longer than it does, because it's tiring, but this year keith_m043 and I shared the driving, which helped. We got in on Saturday morning after an all-nighter (left Baltimore in the wee hours), and I felt pretty exhausted. After a short nap, I got a ride to a lumber yard and bought wood to make a platform for my tent. The main idea -- which I've wanted to do for years -- was to get the floor just a wee bit off the ground to avoid the "lake between floor and groundcloth" problem, and also to level it because I always camp on a hill. Well camp is extra crowded this year, so (with a great deal of advice from More Carpentry-Clueful People, and some help with labour as well), I got longer legs put on it and stuck my tent over the really steeply-pitched weed patch to leave more room in the flatter (somewhat) parts of camp. It's pretty cool, and depending on how much time I have and what I remember to get around to, I'll try to describe some of the inside-Glenn's-head aspects of building something like that for the first time. For now I'll just point out that a brace and bit is a much more powerful effort-amplifier than I'd realized (I did not need to stop because my arms got tired, I had to stop because the sun was too hot), and I've discovered how very useful an enthusiastic twelve-year-old can be. Monday the platform was finished, yesterday I got all my stuff moved into the tent. Taking it apart is going to be a pain, but hey, I got me a level floor! Now if I could keep the air mattress inflated...

There are at least two times this War when there are five classes I want to go to all scheduled at the same time, and one spot on the schedule where there are seven. Obviously, even if my stamina holds up (unlikely), I won't get to every class I want to go to, and hey, I also want to shop, jam, play for dancing, and party! Uh, and sleep. Probably sleep a lot. Gonna try to pace myself.

Two camps uphill (part of the "we all walk through each others' camps" trio of encampments) is a family that has a fiddler, a flutist, and a clarinetist, and there's also someone who plays an absolutely gorgeuous bouzouki. One camp farther up the hill (across Howard's Fenway) is justgus37's camp, and the west edge of my camp borders Clan Cambion. It's a pretty darned musical block!

Much more to write, but I'll try to get things composed on my PDA or on anniemal's or syntonic_comma's laptops when they get here, if they don't mind, so I won't be paying by the minute to type, just to upload.