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posted by [personal profile] eftychia at 05:25am on 2003-11-26

Something I bet a lot of my friends can honestly say: "oh god, i am so used to seeing weird things that nothing seems weird." ([livejournal.com profile] faerymistress in response to a question about the weirdest thing folks have seen at Pennsic)

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posted by [identity profile] rms-butterfly.livejournal.com at 06:47am on 2003-11-26
*sigh* I hope I can go to Pennsic next year. I went in 2002 but couldn't make it this year. The comments on the page you referenced here makes me really want to go back.

Again, again, again!
 
posted by [identity profile] badgerthorazine.livejournal.com at 08:33am on 2003-11-26
Whoa! that looks like lots of fun. :-) And that quote could be true of so many things in my life... I've never been to a Pennsic, but hope to someday.
 
posted by [identity profile] butterfluff.livejournal.com at 04:47pm on 2003-11-26
I'm trying to think if anything at Pennsic is weird... or is that the point?

Oh! Someone made a kilt with a tartan that had overprinted on it semy of Marvin the Martian. For Pennsic, that was weird.
 
posted by [identity profile] anniemal.livejournal.com at 08:58am on 2003-11-27
I was a virgin, and a lot of not so much weird, but odd, things happened. I found an old friend, bounced against a current one, made a new one, made a new enemy that I didn't see coming.(Whuh?!)

I bought some beads and shoulda got off the fence about a book I should have.

I didn't like the part where I was on my way to the fireworks and needed a privy, and a roving gang asked and I admitted to being a Pennsic virgin, and they wanted to tie me up and sell me! I threatened them with a cup of very hot tea. My Dearlove was waiting for me. Sometimes you just go with the flow; other times there are priorities.

So, umm, what exactly_is_Weird_? Normality is creepy enough for me.

I tend to shop at the McLean Giant where guys in trench coats with cell phones and very well-dressed women threaten to run over you. Can't figure it. I must be either utterly insignificant as a human being, or they're crazed, arrogant, sheep. Scrapey maybe. Grocery shopping goes surreal.

I'm just going to watch the sky, quit trying to figure out what is weird and what's normal. I may have them inverted by now.

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