More perceptive people may notice that I've added Meg, Josh and Andrew's blogs to the links above. I also added Josh's AIM to my buddy list so that I can harass him on occasion.

I think it's amusing that The Snipers were a conglomeration of everyone's opinions. A bitter male war veteran sympathetic to 911 terrorists and a violent teenager...

Too many tests tomorrow..

Too many textbooks dragged home today.. I think I really will subcumb to the evil and use one of those incredibly square wheeled backpacks that scream IB!!!! from twelve miles away.

Have finished art masterpiece in physics: Angry Fat Goth Chick.

Puffy drew a most impressive picture of Saddam Hussein, though he claims it's Josef Stalin.

Also, conceptual designs for a Kiltmono.

You thought you would escape it, but you can't.

I've been having template problems, rendering me unable to publish yesterday.

All apologies.

So bizzare. Two helicopters roared directly over my head as I was walking home from school, and there was a cameraman at Wood Middle, where I get off the bus.

It's not that I think I'll get shot at school, despite the general reaction, it's just that there's a small chance I could get shot coming home from school because Wood is right across the street from the Bauer Drive Shopping Center and the gas station there.

But honestly, I just wish this would all stop so I can just go outside again.

I promised more Renfest blogging.. but not in the previous post. It's long enough.
Notes:

-I really suck at archery.
-Squire on a Wire! (Does he actually wear anything under his kilt?) It's the infamous Mike Rosman. He did a trick with.. uh.. throwing three blocks around and some stuff with a Chinese yoyo. And walking on a really low highwire.
-I saw Mimi the Mime on stilts. Didn't actually see her act though, much to my disappointment. I wanted to see fire breathing.
-Hack and Slash are comedy gods. I think I will stalk them now. STALK! STALK! I saw the crossbow show ("Shoot that fruit!") which is where their logo comes from, but I've yet to see the infamous "God save the Keg" ep.
-Johnny Fox scares me. ("I'm Juan Zorro in Spanish." "Ladies and gentlemen, water from India!") A swordswallower.. that sounds like some euphemism Alex would make up. I know you can swallow a sword, Juan Zorro, but can you swallow a- (Angie dies as the two people who read her blog attack her with flaming steaks on a stake.)
-Smoked turkey legs are tasty, but intimidating. They're too big. My mom took some home and made soup with them. Strange strange Chinese people.
-People dancing spontaneously to The Rogues (help me oh god). I don't know if they were hired.. If you guys were there we should've started up a mosh pit and dancing on tables at the Hart.
-Realizing most people were basically wearing sewed up drapes.
-What's up with the tartans? Are kilts Renaissancy? Eh? I mean, I have Scottish pride, but that's only a withdrawal symptom from The Rogues..
-Looking at bikini chainmail. I didn't know that Lady Kate was a Free Lancer or else I would've asked her about jousting.
-I REFUSE to yell huzzah!! I'm not.. that... dorky... arrrrghh... must not.. yell.. huzzah...

Renfest kicked butt...

Ahhh.... I've been happy the whole day just basking in the memory.

It was rather surreal though. Just walking through the parking lot towards the gate, I walked past the horse trailer ("The Knights of Valour: Canadian Jousting Champions") where one of the knights was putting on his armor, and he calls out, "I need my spurs!" That's not something you hear everyday..

Jousting could've been better though. The herald system was pretty bad, because he'd have to listen to what the other announcer was saying before summarizing it to us.. and it's like, dude, couldn't he announce it from an unrolled scroll or something so he actually knows what to say? And we had really short and dinky lists, and the knights were on Clydesdales, and for some reasons, the knights wouldn't spur their horses at the same time so you'd have one knight make it three quarters down the lists and the other knight only make it one quarter of a way down at a slow jog. Really really slow jog. And they'd shout.. battle cries or something, I'm assuming, but of course you couldn't hear them. It wasn't as dramatic as in Knight's Tale with people flying off their horses and the lances splintering (they'd snap, but they wouldn't shatter theatrically...) Sometimes during the pass they'd miss completely. You couldn't really tell one knight apart from the other (apparently, neither could the King, who announced the stats for the same knight twice in a row), and there were some incredibly ridiculous flags, (like the Canadian flag draped over one horse, and the Nascar flag, according to the perseon next to me, draped over the other.) But jousting, nonetheless, is pretty cool, especially since they aren't choreographed matches.

The first guy who made a pass during the 12 pm tourney got a lance head shoved into a gap in his shoulder plate.. they had to pull it out. He wasn't hurt, but it was quite a scene, you know, having like a foot of wood pulled from your body. The horses were sort of groggy in the first tourney, sort of trudging down the lists, and we got a four way tie for second place. Second tourney rocked, though our crowd was surlier than the enthusiastic 12 o'clock crowd, which made the herald feel really desperate to get us to actually cheer- but on the up side, the horses and the knights were actually awake. Green and gold (Ireland) got unhorsed twice in the 2 pm tournament, though the second time he had the sense to hang onto the halter for a moment before letting to. :( He was my favorite too just because he and his horse had great showmanship.. possibly because it was feeling fresh after taking a doody on the far side of the lists. The people in the stands looked sick, according to the person next to me. The people next to me kept making the most retarded comments.. ("The lances are wood?") The guy who went against him (Red, I think), in the next round, kept having his horse panic at the last minute and crash into the barrier ropes. Twice. In one of the earlier passes, one of the knights actually ended up grabbing the lance from the other one. Crazy. And one of the squires was awarded a point for catching a broken lance head as it snapped off. Nothing of significance happened at the 4 pm tourney. Too damn crowded. Now.. why did I go to see jousting three times again?

Other surreal things.. people in the Renny clothes. Not as dorky as I thought it would be- people actually make an effort to look good, except for random sad punk/goth teenagers in "historical" cloaks and studded leather. People would actually step up their presentation.. as in, people who didn't work there would start speaking in fake British accents and bow/curtsey to each other and address each other as "Milord" "Milady" and actually be civil. Surreal. Some of the cavaliers were really hot though. Wheee... codpieces.

Saw.. In the Cups.. the singing tavern wenches.
Saw The Rogues perform at the White Hart.. they're... a Candian Texan bagpipe group. Yes. They rock. Best music I've heard in a long time- I got the CD. And Royal Pyrates. ("I'm a rowdy soul I'm a rowdy soul..!")

I have to go.. more renfest blogging later.