Can't stop the signal, just crank up the noise

And (belatedly) thus closes another awesome run of Rocky, marking my fifth. I'm not sure how I'd compare the Emergency Exit Productions stage show against shadowing the movie with the Latter Day Transvestites, except that this was a lot more low-stress. Yes, those of you that thought you'd go insane if this weekend lasted an hour longer, you read that right - it can be worse. Through it all, though, I had a blast, met a lot of awesome people, got my footing in a new city, and am definitely looking forward to next year's run, perhaps even the n years after that.

The run did force me to drop two of my archery days, so when I went back today my string had shrunk all to hell, and my fingers and shoulder had some strong words for me. I was also there when the local definitely-not-SCA chapter came in for their weekly shoot. The two compounders I'd been sharing the range with (a former world champion (I believe) and one of the employees had nothing but words of scorn and derision for them, and I bit my tongue from saying "I think I'd get along better with them than with you." I did try one end where I rmoved Vera's sight and stabilizer and shot that way, but there were two problems with this. One, I didn't take off the extra weight I keep on top of my riser to counterbalance the stabilizer a bit, so was hideously out of line. Two, my arrow rest is simply too small to hold an arrow on its own for any length of time, even my tiny little carbons, so I was shooting with the clicker anyway.

Now I'm busily trying to clean up the place... by which I mean I'm sitting here thinking about how much the place needs cleaning. And furniture. And cats. As it stands, Frances is arriving tomorrow and it looks like we'll be having meals (what we don't get elsewhere, anyway) on the couch, or the floor. Or in bed.

Ok, this post has been sitting here far too long, so off it goes.

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