dreams

Had a very weird dream last night/this morning.

Normally I don't remember my dreams but this one...

It's Pennsic. I've been put in charge of the first annual Knowne World Royal Retainers Symposium (why we are having a symposium at pennsic I don't really understand but I go with it)

No one shows up. Why... cuz they are all too busy being retainers at pennsic.

I remember looking at someone, I don't think it was the royalty and said 'This is why I said we shouldn't have done this at the War. Everyone is too busy working to come.'

*shrug*

Anyway off to work

first the important things:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY nightfalljen

Somethings should never be allowed out of the zoo

When I got out of work today I didn't feel like going home. It was nice out. I wanted to do outside stuff, but fun and social.

I got in the car and the radio reminded me that today is Thursday. That means "Thursday in the Square" which is a free concert ever Thursday downtown in Lafayette Square. I call the Boo and see if she wants to go. Score. I go pick her up and after a 20 minute game of "how many blocks can we circle until we find a parking space" we go.

Today was Blues Traveller. We didn't stay long enough to see them but their warm up band was OK. Some group called "Carbon Leaf". Whatev.

What got me was the great dynamic of people there. You had your businessmen and women in their high end suits who obviously just left their plush downtown offices at Bank of America or some swank lawfirm in the Liberty Building. You had the high school kids who obviously had hopped the metrorail from the suburbs downtown for the free concert. And you had everyone in between.

It was the in-betweeners that got me.

Now, I never claimed to have much of a sence of fashion. But... I would like to think I have some small clue about how not to dress. Especially when trying to look "attractive" to what ever gender you are trying to catch the attention of.

Skin tight spaghetti strap tank tops, layered over painted on hot pants (these couldn't even be considered capri's. They were hawtpants.). When did dressing like a sausage become fashionable for anyone over a size 4? (And I'm still wondering how anyone can be a size 2 or less... don't these women have pelvic bones and rib cages?) When did wearing an oversized bandana tied around your chest constitute a shirt?

When did mixing neon plaids "jams" with vertically striped pastel polo shirts become "cool" (they werne't cool in the 80's they sure as heck ain't cool in the 00's). T-shirts over longer sleeved and hemmed shirts.... add a belt and call yourself a Norman.

Why can't fashion, attractiveness, glamour and comfort go hand in hand? Why is it wrong to dress for what makes you feel good and comfortable? How can you be comfortable if you are constantly having to pull your pants out of your ass crack because they are so tight they automatically give you a wedgie with every step?

If woman were meant to walk around on 3 inch platforms (not counting the heel), the devine would have made our feet bigger.

I just don't get it.

I might be able to now walk into just about any store and get stuff... but I see what's out right now for clothing and wonder... why? It's a good thing I have friends that threaten bodily harm if I wear certain types of clothes. It's too bad the rest of the world doesn't have more friends like that.

in the growing tradition of patriotic lj icons

I give you my entry.

(no subject)

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or eve a completely different life. You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds. You believe that people see you for how you are, not how you look. But deep down, you know that's not exactly true. Your near future is still unknown, and a little scary. You'll get through wild times - and you'll textually enjoy it. For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.

Inside the Room of Your Soul

and one more

Because the King said we could do it.

I have witnesses who sat at the breakfast table.

here's my neener, neener, neener lj icon

Another firefly drabble

I don't normally go for shipping. But this little ficlet sprang upon me today so I had to write it

Title: Oh Captain
Author: Ekat
Word Count: 100
Characters: Inara, Mal
Written for: firefly100 challenge "air"

She’d seen many a man without his shirt on before that moment. Some were pleasant memories, others… well those were best left tucked away into the past.

But this was the first time she had seen him shirtless. She hadn’t expected her own reaction. The lean body, ripcord muscles firm under the skin, signs of a hard life, signs of struggle and survival etched over every inch of his exposed flesh.

Was it getting hot in here or was it just her? No it was the air. Definitely the air.

That was her story and she was sticking to it.