Town Day and Eve (or is it Eve and Day?) went off without a hitch. Well, Town Day Eve was missing the Mime Circus (which I expected to be absent, due to the rescheduling) and porta-potties (which I didn’t).

Spent half an hour waiting for a slice of pizza because the Boys and Girls Club wasn’t placing orders with their supplier in a timely matter. And Jarret HAD to have pizza.

Ben joined the the shaving cream pit armed with two cans of Colgate. By the time the fireworks were over he was completly covered, head to toe, courtesy of his friends. He has already put in a request for four cans for next year.

In appreciation for allowing him to participate in the evening’s festivities AND giving him a ride home (we were going to make him walk home), Ben was a total shit typical teenager the next day. After an hour of listening to him bitch about how we were taking our sweet time checking out the booths, he was sent home. Sorry, Ben, but visiting the booths and chatting with friends we haven’t seen in awhile is a part of Town Day.

I picked up two books from The Robbin’s Library Used Book Sale”: My very own copy of “The Freezer Cooking Manual” and “Billy and the Boingers Bootleg” one of the Bloom County books that managed to be missing from my collection. I also broke down and bought “Pinky”, a Beanie flamingo.

We took advantage of our local Chinese food resturaunt’s special and made our own combo plates for cheap. I am now cheesed off that I can’t find my recipe for chicken lo mein made without oyster/fish sauce.

We spent all but the last of the five hours there, which I am now paying for as dumbass me forgot to put on sunscreen. The funny thing is that you can tell one side of the street was shaded as the entire left side of my face is red. When we returned home I laid down for a short nap and woke up 3 hours latter. What a day!

I would like to say that Skinny Cow Ice Cream Sandwiches are “da bomb”! Alas, my two boys agree with me and there aren’t many places you can hide ice cream. *pouts*

Town Day looks like it’s going to happen on (amended) schedule. Can’t say the same for the fireworks, unless the dorks plan to aim them below the cloud cover. Somerville did this once. Jarret still has the piece of the cartridge that hit him in the head. Hopefully they will be postponed until tomorrow night which will be clear. Ben is keeping his fingeres crossed that his friend, Mike, will not be visiting his grandmother’s this weekend, so that the two may partake in the annual ritual to honor the shaving cream God.

I still don’t know what RAID is, nor whether or not I can still use my ECC memory since most motherboards now take standard, but the Light Brigade has offered to pay for my new board. Yay!

Hosting Matters screwed up again. For the longest I couldn’t understand why I wasn’t getting email to the webmaster account. At first I thought it was because someone else had access and was downloading the email before I could. So I changed the passwords to both the cpanel and the email. Then I couldn’t access the email, either directly (via webmail) or indirectly. I eventually was able to use Mozilla to get the mail by replacing the “@” with a “+”, then change it back. This must’ve triggered something as not only was I able to access webmail again, but this morning I awoke to a massive dump of emails from the past month. Where the fuck they’ve been for all this time, I’d like to know.

The taping that should’ve lasted 5 days only made for a day and a half. The tape started coming loose. I tried taping over it without luck, so I pulled the stupid thing off. Ironically, I have yet to remove all the adhesive, despite rigorous scrubbing.

I think we can safely say Jarret is over his fear of spiders. He expressed great concern last week, afraid the chemicals used to kill the roaches would also kill his five “spider friends” that have made themselves at home around his bed. I assured him they would most likely survive, as they are good at holding their breath. ) He was happy to see all five survived.

I had my foot taped up yesterday to help heal the plantar fasciitis (torn/inflamed achilles tendon). I’m supposed to keep it taped for 5 days, wearing a bag on my foot to keep it dry when I’m showering. Yah! Somehow I manage to find every bag that has a hole in it. In fact I’m currently hoping the wrapping will be dry enough to wear shoes within half an hour, as it’s raining and I have to go pick up Jarret.

I just now received a response from Yahoo/Geocities regarding a website I reported a little over a month ago. They claim to have “have investigated the site and taken the necessary action”, whatever that means. *shrugs* So much for my delusional moment.

We are keeping our fingers crossed that Town Day will not have to be postponed again. I could be wrong, but I think last week was the first time Town Day has ever been postponed. The fireworks have been postponed a number of times (the last time being in 2001 when the event fell the weekend after 9/11), but never the day itself.

Other than that nothing much has been happening around here. I really need to get a life!

I had made this post before the weekend and couldn’t understand why no one had responded:

http://www.livejournal.com/users/babspace/102180.html

I just now realized I somehow put it under private.

I hope I get alot of responses to the meme. I’d like a bit more than a three inch disk’s worth of music.

ETA: http://www.livejournal.com/users/babspace/102004.html

I don’t know where my head is at these days!

Would someone please refresh my memory, please? Why did I join solitarywiccans again? I mean, I am Wiccan and I am solitary, but it seems that’s the only thing I have in common with some of the wackjobs that have been posting there, as of late.

I can handle the feminist who feels the Great Rite is sexist and violent, and apparently thinks she’s the only one on the face of the earth who truly understands the definition of “sexism”. She’s entitled to her opinions. It’s when practically every responding post is in agreement, that I have a problem. How are we supposed to be taken seriously within the Wiccan community if we accept everything that is presented to us without question? What happened to studying and forming ones own opinion/conclusion?

And exactly when the fuck did Communion become a part of Wiccan ritual?

In other news, I spent yesterday in Andover, partaking in this year’s PPD. Compared to last year, I found it sort of a let down, but still fun. If they’re posting their workshop schedule online I’m missing it. As a result had to miss some interesting workshops.

The music was fair and there wasn’t much in the way of variety when it came to vendors. All the book vendors had the same books. All the clothing sellers had ren-fest gear. Don’t even get me started on the gemstone sellers. The big thing this year? Those magnetic (hemetite?) “lightning beads”. All I heard (when the music wasn’t playing) was the clacking of those things. Naturaly, I broke down and bought a set for Jarret, which his brother broke later that day.

There was a guy named Fire Wolf who pranced between his booth and another, looking very much like a Boobah in his furry “eyelash” cape/coat. He was nice, but I didn’t care for his wares. I think he took it personally.

I received some advice from the owner of Bones & Flowers: avoid AzureGreen’s Store in a Box because you’ll end up looking like everyone else, and don’t drop ship (which I learned from eBay, but still do for a handful of items out of neccesity).

The puppeteers portraying the Lord and Lady during the procession had to be reminded that we are celebrating Mabon this week, not Beltane *grin*.

The guys selling the utility kilts were hot!!!!

I liked the fact that this year PPD had their own booth. Last year they just had a drop off point for the food donations and an unmanned information table. I picked up a purple pentacle and “Witches are Crafty” pins there.

Other than that there wasn’t much to do. By the time Jarret’s “I’m bored” became annoying we had only killed two hours. *shrug*

Oh well there’s always next year.