So, I missed Necro.

That means, no drunken naked bondage Werewolf for me this weekend. And that’s just very sad. I even missed bonedaddybruce and kaithia‘s engagement…congrats, guys!

On the good side, however, I had pie for breakfast last week. Every day last week. Very tasty peach pie, from the very tasty feyscorruption. And I didn’t even frighten her off!

Mmm, pie.

The lack of drunken naked bondage Werewolf was the unfortunate result of an unhappy coincidence involving Shelly’s test schedules and some last-minute changes of Greyhound bus schedules (“Go Greyhound, and leave your mind on the bus!”); up until mere hours before te convention was to have started, we still believed we’d be there. I did get to spend a nice weekend with Shelly, though, and wish her a happy birthday. (Happy birthday, sweetie!)

I am, however, facing something of a pickle. I’ve been invited to an Alice-in-Wonderland-themed party soon, at which, I’m told, costumes are mandatory. I don’t really have any costumes, nor anything from which to make one, nor the skill to make one even if I had the requisite materials. Does a pair of ears, a tail, and a Nitzer Ebb T-shirt qualify as a minimalist interpretation of the Cheshire Cat? Or is the Cheshire Cat more of a Einstuerzende Neubauten type, do you think?

Mmm, pie.