slave drew and I will be going to the Friday munch shortly. It’s at a Chinese buffet that’s actually quite good.
We’re doing a short Fringe Elements Board of Directors meeting afterwards.
We were originally scheduled to have one last night, too, but once I started looking at it, I realized that we had the Friday munch tonight, the Saturday munch tomorrow, a BoD meeting again next Tuesday to finalize plans for the event next Friday, then Thursday setup for the party, Friday night party, Saturday cleanup.
That means that out of the next 10 days, six of them will be taken up with kink events, and the Board meeting last night would have made it seven.
That seemed excessive, and since we all go to the Friday munch anyway, we’ll do a quick meeting, confirm the classes for the Taster’s Choice party and talk about venues, then we’ll meet next week to finalize.
I had a busy day with errands. It was a grocery run and a library run and a drug store run and lunch out with a friend and I slept in a bit, too, which was nice.
Tomorrow, I want to do some web work, and I should be able to make some progress.
I appreciated all the comments yesterday about the Kerouac quote. One of them, by aisha, struck me funny.
She said: You are possibly Roman Candle enough for any room!
Isn’t it funny that I don’t see myself that way, or maybe it’s not, who knows? I see myself in a more boring light, I suppose.
Part of it probably is that one spends so much time with oneself. I know, for instance, that yesterday I spent all day in my flannel pajamas with Scotties printed on them. I know that I took a nap in the afternoon because I’d slept so poorly and that it was one of those really nice naps, the kind where you’re warm and cozy and the bed feels lovely and you drift off.
And why is it always that what wakes you up from a nap is having to pee? You never just wake up and lie there. It’s like you wake up, as drew would say, having to pee like a racehorse.
Anyway, I suppose that you spend so much time in your own head and skin that it never occurs to you that you are the Roman Candle.
I’m the geeky and boring girl from the desert, you know.
So, it’s nice to know that someone else sees you as a Roman Candle.
I also meant to mention the other night that I had watched a show with slave drew, one we both liked a lot, that I should recommend.
We both like Sherlock Holmes, and one of the newer iterations of it we both like a lot stars someone who carries my current most favorite moniker: Benedict Cumberbatch.
Is that not a fabulous name and yes, he’s been in some other things, too, but what I’ve seen him most in is Sherlock. They are reimaginings of a lot of the original stories.
“A Study in Scarlet,” becomes “A Study in Pink”, “The Hound of the Baskervilles” becomes “The Hounds of Baskerville”, and “A Scandal in Bohemia,” becomes “A Scandal in Belgravia.”
It is the latter that I want to particularly mention.
The plot synopsis is this: Following a bizarre stand-off with master criminal Moriarty, ended when the villain responds to a phone call, Sherlock interrupts his investigation of a rural slaying when summoned to Buckingham Palace. Dominatrix Irene Adler has incriminating photos of a royal princess which Sherlock is engaged to retrieve. However, having engineered a meeting with Irene, Sherlock realizes that she has far more dangerous evidence in her possession, sought by rogue CIA agents, and which cause her to fake her death and pass the facts, encrypted in her camera phone, to Sherlock. Having deciphered the explosive result and discovered a government plot, Sherlock has to consider if Irene can be trusted and indeed if she is in league with Moriarty.
It’s a really nice retelling of the introduction of the one whom Sherlock only refers to as “The Woman,” and it was very well done, with a certain amount of kink references.
If you have Netflix or Amazon Instant Video, I believe it’s on both, and I quite like it. Give it a shot.
And now, off to the munch.