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So, in all the time that I’ve been involved with Scarby, I don’t ever recall having a Faire dream, and have been somewhat envious of those who have.

Actually, I don’t tend to remember many dreams at all, but when I do, they are doozies. This one was fairly quick but memorable, and sort of involves Faire.

So I was watching the Royals (the real ones) in a parade in London. As they went by, their carriage accelerated rapidly as the horses bolted at something. This had the unfortunate effect of forcing 2 horse-drawn floats (common in Royal parades – NOT!) into the window of a shop along the parade route. I turned to B who was standing next to me (in all her Fauna Follywoll glory, which was fine because I was in my livery – I think we were hoping for photos in grarb near the Royal Carriage…like y’do) and commented “that’s not good.”

I assisted other bystanders with pulling the floats out and after verifying that no people were injured (sadly the horses had perished), someone shouted that the Her Majesty was approaching.

Up she and Prince Phillip rode on horseback to check and see if anyone had been injured. After we had assured her none had, she asked me why I was not saluting her. I explained that I was just an actor portraying a Guardsman of the Henrician period, - not the real thing - and that it would be disrespectful to serving Guards for me to do so. She was very interested in this, so I explained about Scarborough and Her Majesty expressed a desire to attend, which made me very happy. I remember being annoyed with Orvis for not supplying me with comp tickets (because otherwise the Queen of England would have had to pay her own way in…I DID mention this was a dream, right?). Anyway, lovely lady, had a nice chat with her, then shortly after that, I woke up feeling quite chipper and well-rested.

So, if Queen Elizabeth shows up at Scarborough Ren Fest this year – I want the credit.

Just sayin’…
Current Mood:
silly silly
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All I can say is, I am REALLY thankful that HCM on Sunday was a fun period game-playing session, because after helping run 3 classes of Werewolf, I was emotionally and physically DONE.

Each class did an amazing job, with the emotional intensity and dedicated acting/character immersion building up progressively throughout the day until the third class nearly brought me to tears when a village lad was found dead and his mother (and the other village women) began wailing their grief. Everyone's reactions were transcendental...it had stopped being a game long before. Instructors can only hope for moments like that.

I have nothing but respect for Canterbury, who narrated those three 75-minute games, and then voulnteered to do a fourth for the Dialect lab. He has vocal cords of steel.

Terror, anguish, grief, heroism, cunning, grim acceptance...if only 1/2 of that ever makes it into the lanes, the patrons will get a real run for their money.

Very, very proud of SAPA today.
Current Mood:
pleased pleased
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Some old ones still on here, and a number of new ones. Suggestions welcome...

1. "Danger Zone" - Top Gun soundtrack (because he's just as cocky as Tom Cruise's Maverick was)

2. "Village Lanterne" - Blackmore's Night (all about honour and battlescars and a village lanterne calling him home. He misses Cambridge).

3. "The Raider's March" - Raiders of the Lost Ark soundtrack. (This and another march are his "strutting around" music)

4. "I Dreamed There Was No War" - Eagles (A haunting instrumental that captures his fear of losing any of his lads)

5. "Ave Maria" (For his deeply religious side - although that's warring with his inquisitiveness and love of books that is making him start to question his beliefs)

6. "Hymn to the Fallen" - Saving Private Ryan soundtrack (Again, a nod to those comrades he has lost in battle)

7. "Where Are We Going From Here?" - Blackmore's Night (The first cracks are appearing in his world, and he fears that things may go bad very quickly)

8. "All For One" - Blackmore's Night (His philosophy on the Guard)

9. "Addicted to Love" - Robert Palmer (Duh!)

10. "We Are the Champions" - Queen (Because he and The Lads are top of the heap, no matter what those Swabbies say)

11. Non Nobis Domine - Patrick Doyle (Because - as cocky as he is - he never forget in whose name he fights: God, Harry and England)
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...we're losing so many friends this year?

Another of my Green Sashes is gone. Young chap. Smart. Amiable. A good friend. First his lovely wife, now him.

I can't even try to wrap my head around it, so I won't. I guess I'll just try and remember the good stuff, but it's damned hard sometimes.

Current Mood:
numb numb
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Sorry, all - too busy dealing with Life and Faire to have much time reading or posting to LJ. I'll probably catch my breath sometime in...ummm...June.

See you then!

Matt

Current Location:
My Man-Cave
Current Mood:
busy
Current Music:
Blessed silence
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Requiescat In Pacem, Chris. We're going to miss you.
Current Mood:
sad sad
Current Music:
Non Nobis, Domine
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...Merry Christmas, to all that celebrate it, and Happy Holidays to everyone.

I wish you peace, contentment, and plenty. I hope that you are surrounded by those who love you, but if you are away from your loved ones, then may their distant embrace be felt nonetheless.

Matt

Current Location:
Home and safe
Current Mood:
content content
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In the small of the night, I oftentimes wonder – what will be thought of us in fifty years? Or five hundred?

Will England, this jewel of a country, even exist, or – may God forbid it – shall it have disappeared from the pages of history, swept away in a tide of foreign conquest.

Shall our triumphs and disasters be forgotten by those who come after us? I pray not – for these times, troublesome as they sometimes may be – are well worth remembering. And in the remembering, perhaps lessons that we have learned with much grief and blood will be passed along so that they need not be re-discovered in such a painful way.

Pah! From a Soldier, I am now turned Philospher…surely I am in my dotage. I need another mug of ale...

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Like several of you I have been battling with The Crud.

Today, I fought the Crud, and the Crud won.

It's not too awful, just exhausted and fuzzy-headed and achy and bleah. Apologies if I've said anything too inane to anyone in the past couple of days - I'm not thinking too clearly.

Right, toddling back to my warm bed...

Current Mood:
sick sick
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My first free weekend at home since...September, I think. First opportunity to tackle the loads of housework that have built up.

So...I cooked a big batch of of homemade Sweet Potato Casserole (Yams, nutmeg, cinnammon, orange zest and clover honey, topped with marshmallows) for the 2 work potlucks this week, as well as a batch of homemade Marinara sauce using some herbs from my garden for use later this week. I love cooking , but don't often have the free time, drat it.

In addition, I now have a swept front porch, dusted ceiling fan blades, clean floors, shiny toilets, vacuumed stairs, clean clothes and a scrubbed stove. Christmas decorations to put up tomorrow and various other chores left to do, but a productive days work. Many a dust bunny fell on the field of battle this day. And it was good.

Ooooh, oooh, and FIGHT PRACTICE tomorrow!

Current Mood:
content content
Current Music:
"Cartouche" - Blackmore's Night
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