Well, I'm back.

[gement]

Advance notice, I'm saying this all wrong and it's hackneyed and obvious. Live with it.

I came home from RotK, and the house was empty, so I proceeded straight to my teen sister's choir concert, already in progress. I stood at the back, in the dark, and listened to the (non-audition) concert band, which sounds like high school concert bands everywhere. And I looked at all the nice, normal, small town hobbi people in the seats, and I realized again.

I left this place six years ago. I pulled up stakes, I packed my things, and I left for good. I've been back for eighteen months, but I'm never really back. You can't go home.

I feel it close to constantly, and usually it feels good. Progressive. Onward and upward. I save and I plan and I prepare and I dream of going back to the Emerald City, and I never properly live here. I can't anymore.

I never thought I would stand in this place. It hurts really bad.

Damn Peter Jackson for spelling it out for me again in letters ten feet tall.

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[gement.livejournal.com]

Sorry, LARP. The evil pushers have reminded me that I still have a decent-sized stake in the Cam storyline that's running at the NW convention in Portland this year. I'm a sucker and I know it, clap your hands!

But the Princess is getting married!

Alright Sucker

[wistol.livejournal.com]

You need to stop by my place on Jan 1st for Rickie's costume. I know you (or your character) will have trouble dressing him up for a wedding.

So I have designated my character as the one to dress him. And due to my impecible taste and ability to pack rat, I have found teh perfect outfit for Rickie. All you need is a good pair of slacks and shoes. I'll take care of the rest.

Re: Alright Sucker

[gement.livejournal.com]

You rule. I'll call you.