One of the truly wonderful experiences of my life has been live RPGs, especially weekend-long immersions into world and plot and character. There is something deeply satisfying in not jut reading about adventure but actually going out and *living* it yourself. Stretching your imagination and ingenuity, exercising aspects of yourself and discovering things about yourslef along the way. Great as it is to not only play a hero but to find the hero in me, finding other people with whom this resonates is even greater.
        It has been a few years since our home-grown group  ( has been able to mount one of these weekend events  as the costs rise  (some $3,000+ just to rent the site) and more and more people get eaten by their lives and fall away. Thank goodness for crowdsourcing we'll see about at least getting *this* one up and going.

   It would be great to indeed get the Band Back Together, as it were - and even better to add some new players to it. 

Lorelei encounters the Kamikaze Bambi

As she wrote this morning "yes, I had an encounter with Darwin in action tonight.

Yes-, state troopers, tow service, and my car insurance are already on the case.

More to sort out as we go - I've never hit/been hit a kamakazi deer before.
But I think my poor ole' car has very likely seen its last trip; 10 years, 203k miles +/-.

Yes - this could have been so much much worse.
It's bad - but the 'what if's' aren't worth adding up.

It was just after 2:15am or so on IN-74 mile marker exit 52...out of 68 (my turn off to safety). I'd nearly clipped one earlier in the trek, so I was on the lookout best I could and was keeping both hands on the wheel and eyes open.
The deer came out of absolute nowhere, flipped over my car, filled my windshield, and apparently vanished.

I did not roll my car bringing it to a stop - and landed the car in the center median off the highway, with no headlights (or much front end left) to speak of.

Overall - I am totally and entirely freaked out and alternating between being punchy, and kinda really hacked off, shocky, and sleepy as its 5/6AM now.
And not even any Venison to show for it (state troopers looked, and were at least certain it wasn't still on the highway where it was a road hazard... we're not sure where it went, but it did leave two points of antler broken off in/through my windshield).
Guessing coyotes or hunters will get it before long.

But otherwise, yes- I'm about as well "okay" as anyone can be in this situation for the moment and aside from dealing with the paperwork and the whole car thing - going to try to have as nice a weekend as I can (and still try to be useful too) per the plans that brought me out here ...
Heck - It can only go up from here, right?"

There is a "Get Lorelei Back On The Road" fundraiser

McGuire's Marauders own Lorelei Skye in Known World's Got Talent
      Very pleased that my Pennsic campmate, Lady Lorelei Skye of Rosaleen Dhu, has entered the SCA's "Known World's Got Talent" competition
(  Her entry of her sonmg "Drums Over Pennsic" is at:
and to vote for it, just Like it. Already done so myself :-)

I have been watching for some time with alarm and dismay as old friends who've great gifts of intellect, wit and good character have slid during the past dozen years into people I do not recognize...some supporting W and taking malicious glee in policies which killed hundreds of thousands, put millions of their fellow citizens in ruin and misery, and otherwise further degrade the honor and character of the US in the world and to itself in addition to delight in the failure or obstruction of any efforts to ameliorate any of this . Others wave the flag for the troops and somehow hate the country they defend; it may be the acme of patriotism perhaps to mock and jeer and show respect only to the country's military but none outside it but I confess I don't see it.  Worst of this has been seeing my dad slip into being a Fox dittohead. Where once years ago he was a proud Democrat and Kennedy campaign worker, now he too mocks the goody-two-shoes (whatever the hell THAT means), laughs at the pain and plight of others, thinks everything is a conspiracy against him and generally rails against the most tepid Democractic proposals that are indistinguishable from the Eishenhower-era GOP ones of his youth. I might believe his ideas had shifted or he'd become embittered by the rotten state of our country since Vietnam and Watergate made clear to all but the most self-deluded that we are not the country we tell ourselves we are...yes, I might believe so if every time the President comes on he didn't yell "Nig! Nig! Nig!" at the screen or make "Ooga-Booga" sounds or other similar comments befitting a taunting 2 year old and not a man near 70 with advanced degrees in history and poilitical science and who had worked in government for some years. Or yells how it's all the niggers niggering up everything when O'Reilly or Hannity says something ignorant and foolish virtually every damn night.

He knows better too, and has had the decency in the past to be abashed and ashamed when his own dad (a small city cop for 40 years)  would say worse louder (being hard of hearing) at the worst possible times - then wonder why no one would sit near him at basketball games and the like. I can at least try to understand  it as his era, growing up in the 20s and 30s and then as a cop when most of the people he would see just maybe *were* crooks and bums...but my dad knew better. I wish he still did.

When I think of it, I am reminded of C.S. Leiws, writing in The Great Divorce: "“Hell begins with a grumbling mood, always complaining, always blaming others... but you are still distinct from it. You may even criticize it in yourself and wish you could stop it. But there may come a day when you can no longer. Then there will be no you left to criticize the mood or even to enjoy it, but just the grumble itself, going on forever like a machine. It is not a question of God "sending us" to hell. In each of us there is something growing, which will BE hell unless it is nipped in the bud. ” and also:

"But the whole question is whether she is now a grumbler.”

“I should have thought there was no doubt about that!”

“Aye, but ye misunderstand me. The question is whether she is a grumbler, or only a grumble. If there is a real woman—even the least trace of one—still there inside the grumbling, it can be brought to life again. If there’s one wee spark under all those ashes, we’ll blow it till the whole pile is red and clear. But if there’s nothing but ashes we’ll not go on blowing them in our own eyes forever. They must be swept up.”

“But how can there be a grumble without a grumbler?”

“The whole difficulty of understanding Hell is that the thing to be understood is so nearly Nothing.”

Somewhere, that failure of empathy, that self-absoprtion,  crept into him and others. Or maybe he *does* notice the injustice and misery of others but something deep in him reacts with hurt that flares into rage by the time it reaches the surface and only has sarcasm and mockery for any making even an oblique attempt to help it. I don't know. I'd like to think the good man he was is still in there somewhere. In all of them really.

The post by Stonekettle Station's Jim Wright expresses my reaction to many of the syptoms at least, what the author calls "endless litany of pessimism and bitter grumblings fleshed out with the latest NRA hysteria, TEA Party conspiracy theories, Fox News lunacy, and silly chainmail nonsense."

His post on Benghazi ( is also of interest as some keep rearing its nothingness, the IRS "scandal" having already evaporated as the silly charade it always was. As usual in such nihilistic self-gratification fantasies, there's no "there" there.

Not that I can tell my dad any of that. Not only contradiction, but even merely a demur from the GOP/Fox party line and the mere suggestion of some basic fact-checking drives him up the wall.  So very sad. I can hope somehow he will recover claity of mind and heart, but I am increasingly doubtful especially with an industry and party dedicated to catering to and inflaming all these dark passions.

Back once more from the War and still unwinding enough to be able to put some of it into words.

But geeez....did the thunderstorm have to anchor over my car the whole way back?

Casa Bardicci thread on ArmourArchive (with pics)

Some lovely images of Casa Bardicci on the Armour Archive....

A Man For All Seasons at Pennsic
I hope you will come see me and my fellow players in "A Man for All Seasons", at the Performing Arts tent at 8pm on Thursday of War Week

My director also would like to say:

"Want the best seats in the house for "A Man for All Seasons?"

It's true, the members of the jury in act two will have the best seats in the house because they will be reserved seats!  The show needs two or three more jury members.  Rehearsal time would involve Weds and Thurs mornings of war week.  So if you're coming to Pennsic and would like to do a walk on let me know.
Success - Lorcan"

If you are interested, tell me & I'll pass it along to Lorcan

Writer's Block: The tenth time's the charm
What movie have you seen the most times in your life? How many times have you seen it? Will you ever grow tired of it?

In theaters: Fellowship of the Ring - 52 times. Ever tired? No.
at home: Probably "Gettysberg" - unknown numbers. No.
I may not want to watch them all the way through each time, but putting on for a while or for a specific scene, always.

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