Our friends Charlie and Christa (whom we LARP with) took us to Hershey Park, home of the famous chocolate bars! My favorite site to see was the Carousel. Carousels are awesome – the eerie music, the blinking lights, and the colorful vintage hand painted ponies – so kitsch! We rode the roller coasters… one in particular that made my insides feel like they were tied in knots >.< – and we even met a few adorable candy bars running around the park! I could hug people dressed in ridiculous full body character costumes all day. Seriously. They might have to escort me out of the park.
Things are looking up for Mark and me! We moved! We spent the weekend moving into our new apartment in Wilkes Barre. Only a few blocks away, but much cheaper and smaller! Both good things!
It’s got some Shire-esque roads near it, which remind me of a road the Hobbits would travel on. So cute! I love cobblies! Maybe I’ll go try to find Isengard?
And also some forceful graffiti in our backyard. No.
Our new apartment is next door to an apparently haunted house – the Welles House, aka Pennsylvania’s own Amityville House. Reports of paranormal activity, ghosts, demonic possessions, and more are everywhere about this house. I get the chills standing next to it! 2 suicides and 4 deaths on its property are enough to make anyone feel a bit spooked. Mark and I hope we can get a peek inside on Halloween!
Speaking of spooky things, the IGGPPC is throwing a Halloween Party! 4 days of fun with the Iggles! Check out our schedule for all the spooky events!
Unless you’ve been living under a rock, then you are well aware that Couscous is my strange little Shih Tzu who I love with all my heart. She’s 8 years old and she’s got a lot of gusto. Before I adopted her, she lived in a small shelter in Honesdale. It’s possible a battery disposal site was slowly leaking acid waste into her food supply. Here are some jobs that she should never have…
- Professional Masseuse: While she would likely be the fuzziest and cutest masseuse in the salon, she would fail miserably at this job. She has little doggy claws that would scratch the customer’s back, if she manages to get on top of them at all. Chances are she’ll find some massage oil in a bottle or on someone’s back and try to eat it. When she’s not licking oil off of client’s backs, she’s also likely to throw herself face first at whoever is getting a massage. To Couscous, a face on the ground (or table) is an exclusive invitation to thrust herself into their face and then sneeze in their mouth.
- Air Traffic Controller: Even though standing on her hind legs for extended periods of time is one of her specialties, she would never be able to figure out how to hold those little glowy sticks. In fact, I’m willing to bet she would probably be afraid of them. Aside from running in fear from the strange evil glowing sticky thing, she just has to chase things that are faster than her. She’d quickly tire herself out bolting from one end of the runway to the next after planes, until eventually being run over by a luggage truck.
- Call-Center Customer Service Agent: This was a close one for me, as most of the call center customer service agents I speak to barely speak anything close to English. But unfortunately for Couscous, she only speaks Wooflish. Unless the people on the other end of the line are shouting ‘Up’ and ‘Roll Over’ she’s likely to cock her head to the side, stare at the phone, and try to eat it.
- Squirrel Rehabilitator: Couscous’ love of eating anything is only out shadowed by her love of choking herself to death on her leash while attempting to chase down squirrels. That bushy tail running through the trees sends Couscous into bouncing seizures and spasms of excitement. Good luck to any squirrel who crosses her spastic little path.
- Garbage Truck Lady: To Couscous, while everything is edible, nothing tastes better than garbage. She’s like a tiny little goat who tries to consume the edible and non-edible just for fun. She would certainly have fun riding on the back of the garbage truck, but when it came time for her to lift the garbage into the truck, she would instead knock it over, rip it to shreds, try to eat it, and probably then poop on it.
For those who don’t know, an inspiration board is usually a physical bulletin board of some type, and it’s adorned with a smattering of swatches, pictures, and images that focus around a central theme. People make them when they are trying to plan a wedding, redecorate a bedroom, or design a website. Still curious? Here’s more deets on Inspiration Boards. Having recently been inspired by seeing so many visually stimulating inspiration boards on Pinterest, I have decided to start a series of them in the geek vein. My first Geeky Inspiration Board pays tribute to the blue box the Doctor calls home, The Tardis.
I just finished Season 3, which contains a bit about the Master and his attempt to steal the Doctor’s Tardis. It was of course, a jerk move, but it left me with an icky feeling. No one should enter the Tardis without the Doctor’s permission! It’s his home! It made me reflect on how comforting the Tardis can feel, despite it being a freaking space ship, powered by strange alien technology. You never see a bed or a couch in it, but to the Doctor and his chosen companion, it’s home. That’s the safety zone they know they can retreat to, where they are protected and where they can hang their fez at the end of an adventure. It’s a cozy little police box, isn’t it. It’s home.
I hate subtweeting. Yeah, I’m guilty of having done it, but at its core, it’s an attempt to piss someone off without communicating with them directly. It’s passive aggressive, it’s pointless, and it’s mean. So I’ve decided to start something which I hope will be the anti-subtweet, and it’s called #ComplimentHour. It actually started last year when my friend Mia (Founder of the geek positivity group, Superheroesque) and I were spreading it around like wildfire, in an effort to spread joy and positivity to our Twitter friends. Intrigued? Here’s the scoop.
Not too much of an explanation needed. So what now? Now you can go out there and start a #ComplimentHour. Simple as that. Now go spread joy!
Make sure to follow me and Mia on Twitter!
It’s not really a secret that I love my local Renaissance Faire, the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire. 1 year ago my husband proposed to me at the Renaissance Faire, and I’ve spent so much time with my best friends frolicking the Faire grounds. It’s full of great memories for me. Since my husband, Mark, and I are moving to NYC in 5 months, it makes me wonder what the Renaissance Faire there is like. I’ve been going to the Pennsylvania one for almost 10 years and it’s hard to imagine going to a new one, but I get the sense they have redundancies that make it easy to get into them, wherever ye may wander in ye olde travels. So here’s my list of the things that make my tummy tingle with butterflies in regards to the Renn Faire!
- The role-playing.
The staff is completely immersive, almost at a LARP level, when it comes to their specific character that they play at the Faire. And sometimes it can be a little off-putting – the nobles do not necessarily shy away from looking down their nose at so-called commoners and peasants, but it’s all in good fun. The lower classes must bow to the higher classes, at least as far as the staff goes. And they all have names, jobs, back stories – and they all interact with each other improvisationally, as if this is what is really going on right now! It’s fantastic and fun to get involved and play along with the staff.
- The booze.
The guys from Righteous Blackguard having an ale
Oh goodness me, the booze. Our local Faire rests atop Mt. Hope Winery, which is a winery who create such delicious wines, including Honey Mead, which is practically a relic at this point. My favorite flavors include: Majesty’s Blend, Pennsylvania Dutch Spiced Apple, and Moonlight Encounter. (And the Honey Mead, of course.) In addition to great wine, the Faire also sells the ale from a fabulous microbrewery, the Swashbuckler Brewing Co. Delish, huzzah!!
- The people who do all the amazing things. Archaic skills and tool crafting doesn’t have much of a place in today’s society of factories and well-oiled machines, mass producing everything we could ever need. But at the Faire, you’ll find leather crafters, fletchers, bowyers, basket weavers, glass blowers, jewelers, soapers, chandlers, blacksmiths, hatters, jugglers, chain mail armorers, and so much more. Definitely the kind of people who will come in handy during the zombie apocalypse. There aren’t many places these crafts get the appreciation they deserve, and there really aren’t many places where you can actually watch these people craft and create. But at the Faire, you can ogle them all day long. Feeling left out? Do you wanna do something old school? I found this awesome list of 100 medieval careers.
- The new age goodies. I love seeing what kinds of interesting goodies they have in the witchy stores on the Faire grounds. Cauldrons, besoms and tarot cards oh my! Pendulums, candles, incense, gemstones and runes as far as the eye can see… it’s a place that’s a-buzz with all of your hocus pocus needs.
- The immersion.
Via Panoramio by Kati Garner
At times, during the Faire, I become completely lost in the world. The beautiful historic buildings, the medieval clothes hanging on a line over top the street, the scent of lavender soap and sandalwood incense seeping from the stores… It feels like a world I wish I could live in. It’s a historic and magical escape that puts me in the mindset of playing pretend, and envisioning that perhaps, for a moment, I am on the streets of England during the 16th century. In, of course, a rose-colored glasses world, where I’m not a peasant or sick with the plague. :3
- The food. The smells of the food are almost as good as the food itself. Some of my favorites include: tomato, basil, mozzarella crepes; honey glazed nuts; and their New England clam chowder. Mmm.
- The costumes.
Via the PA Renn Faire Facebook page
As a lover of costumes and cosplaying, it is not often I can spend time with kindred spirits… my true costume-loving brethren – but at the Renn Faire, we all love to play dress up. Mark and I play dress up probably 20 times a year at various costume parties and conventions, and the Renaissance Faire is no different. Not only do we get to don our own creative costume masterpieces, but friends and strangers put their time and effort into putting on a great show. Faire-goers outfits are a colorful spectacle that I could watch parade around all day long. I get so inspired!
- The camaraderie.
I never get too far into the Faire grounds without spotting a few friends. Running with a crew of LARPers means that we pretty much all love the Renn Faire when it comes around, for a few precious weekends. I will usually run into someone I know at the Faire at any given time! Not to mention, I always go in a big group of my geeky friends. It’s the best!
- The music. I assure you, this is the kind of music you don’t hear anywhere else. Bagpipes, lutes, tabor drums, tambourines, and maybe if you’re lucky, a hurdy gury. Here’s a few of the famous instruments you might see at your local Faire. 2 troupes I have seen and loved at our Faire are Righteous Blackguard and Empty Hats – but some of my other favorites as far as celtic, folk and renaissance music goes include Telynor and Blackmore’s Night. If you’re into this kind of music, I’d love to hear what you listen to – so leave me a comment to let me know!
- The magic.
I’m a wingless faerie – deal wit it.
Upon entering the Faire grounds, my friends and I become a different sort of friends. In this immersive world with our costumes we worked so hard on, we take on a new role. The magic of the world takes over, and we transcend reality into an alternative reality. It’s like leaving reality and entering a magical land, where anything can happen. Faeries flit about, dragons perch on shoulders, and magic is made. It’s so much fun.
What are your favorite parts about the Renaissance Faire? Let me know in a comment!