Little Things
Hello hello... well, the last couple of weeks have been less than exciting. Wifey has headed out to Michigan for her 8 week stint at the Bay View Music Fesitval, and I'm sitting around the house thinking it seems a little empty. So, in order to fill the empty hours, I've taken to playing with electronic devices, hoping to put together some sort of video "slog" (that's a video blog that uses a slideshow instead of actual video) but my hardware is giving me fits. What I need is a faster computer... much much faster with less crap stored on the hard-drive. I put a project together, and now I'm trying to edit sound into the thing... but it's one of those deals where you look at it, think to yourself "people are going to form an opinion of me based on what they see here..." and then going back and re-editing the thing again and again, until my poor CPU is confused and tired and just gives up. So... now I'm in the market for a nice laptop custom built to handle video and audio editing.
Anyway... frustrated by that project, I broke down and bought some "new" video games over the weekend. I think the last game I bought was "Spiderman II" about four or five months ago. There was a time when I bought a new game every other week, but now I tend to sit and play the old ones over and over. Anyway, it was time for something fresh, so I picked up a copy of "Star Wars Battlefront II" and have been playing that for the last three days solid. Fun game... a few glitches and whatnot, but you can easily kill a few hours shooting at Stormtroopers and running around in various cool combat vehicles. Mindless and a little savage, but fun all the same.
Our cat has had some problems lately... nothing major thankfully, but we finally decided that his matted hair was so far beyond our capapbility to comb out that we took him to the vet and had him shaved. Then they decided his teeth needed cleaning. Then his teeth bled durring the cleaning, so we had to shoot gunk in his mouth twice a day... then he got an eye infection and now I'm shooting gunk in his eye three times a day. Between the shaved hair, the constantly half-closed third eyelid that makes him look like something out of a Copella flick, he's not the prettiest thing to look at these days. Poor cat.
I did get a little humor out of the morning tho... I often check the site stats to see where visitors are coming here from... more often than not they're looking for information or other resources on those little moped bikes that are popular in Europe that are called Mopos. But, there are pirate and renaissance folk who drop by as well... which is very cool. Anyway, followed one hit back to it's source, and it was someone who was commenting on the little "music video" I posted a while back. This person mistakenly thought the video was making fun of the Nebraska Renaissance Festival, and was happy his group didn't appear in it because they were "more accurate" than others.
Now, on the off chance that this person drops back by... don't get me wrong. I'm not putting you down. I just thought I'd mention that the song "Where Is The Renaissance (in the festival)" by Allen Huffman has been around for some time, and it happens to be a favorite amongst us "non-accurate" rennies. (At least those of us in the tiny little Iowa/Nebraska tent circuit) The guy who made the video is a friend of mine, and belive me, he wasn't making fun or putting down NRF in particular... he was making fun of ALL festivals, mostly the big corporate ones that resemble a shoping mall more than a faire.
As to "accuracy," well... go to about any faire and you'll see at least five centruies represented... 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th and 21st. Most of them will be represented incorrectly by most people. Now, I have a very healthy respect and admiration for those who strive to be as historicly accurate as possible. It's a difficult thing to do, and takes a LOT of dedication, patience, time and effort. However, I have little time or patience for anyone who thinks that makes them superior to other folk at faire. I often see combat groups whacking away at each other with variations of pvc, foam and duct-tape fabricated weapons, wearing football pads and hiking boots... but hey, we're all just out there to have fun. If you have fun while being perfectly period, that's great... but don't belittle others because they happen to be a little less than "historicly accurate." Just remember... when you work at faire it's not always about period correctness... it's about entertaining those people who spent money at the gate to see you do your thing. Pirates, (as we portray them) were certianly not around in the Renaissance... but people expect to see pirates, and they expect to recognize pirates when they see them. It's a caveat that has to be conceeded sometimes. Don't point out my garb isn't the right color and fabric for my social standing and I won't point out your machine stitches and period-incorrect grommets. We all use the big plastic bathroom from time to time.
Okay... rant over. I sound like I'm defending myself and Allen from attack, which really isn't the case. It just brought up a thought in my head, and I decided to talk about it a little... consider it a pet peeve that popped up and needed to be pushed back down into my psyche. No hard feelings on my side, hopefully none on the other. All love to all people. (cue violins)
That's all for now... till next time...
peace!!
Anyway... frustrated by that project, I broke down and bought some "new" video games over the weekend. I think the last game I bought was "Spiderman II" about four or five months ago. There was a time when I bought a new game every other week, but now I tend to sit and play the old ones over and over. Anyway, it was time for something fresh, so I picked up a copy of "Star Wars Battlefront II" and have been playing that for the last three days solid. Fun game... a few glitches and whatnot, but you can easily kill a few hours shooting at Stormtroopers and running around in various cool combat vehicles. Mindless and a little savage, but fun all the same.
Our cat has had some problems lately... nothing major thankfully, but we finally decided that his matted hair was so far beyond our capapbility to comb out that we took him to the vet and had him shaved. Then they decided his teeth needed cleaning. Then his teeth bled durring the cleaning, so we had to shoot gunk in his mouth twice a day... then he got an eye infection and now I'm shooting gunk in his eye three times a day. Between the shaved hair, the constantly half-closed third eyelid that makes him look like something out of a Copella flick, he's not the prettiest thing to look at these days. Poor cat.
I did get a little humor out of the morning tho... I often check the site stats to see where visitors are coming here from... more often than not they're looking for information or other resources on those little moped bikes that are popular in Europe that are called Mopos. But, there are pirate and renaissance folk who drop by as well... which is very cool. Anyway, followed one hit back to it's source, and it was someone who was commenting on the little "music video" I posted a while back. This person mistakenly thought the video was making fun of the Nebraska Renaissance Festival, and was happy his group didn't appear in it because they were "more accurate" than others.
Now, on the off chance that this person drops back by... don't get me wrong. I'm not putting you down. I just thought I'd mention that the song "Where Is The Renaissance (in the festival)" by Allen Huffman has been around for some time, and it happens to be a favorite amongst us "non-accurate" rennies. (At least those of us in the tiny little Iowa/Nebraska tent circuit) The guy who made the video is a friend of mine, and belive me, he wasn't making fun or putting down NRF in particular... he was making fun of ALL festivals, mostly the big corporate ones that resemble a shoping mall more than a faire.
As to "accuracy," well... go to about any faire and you'll see at least five centruies represented... 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th and 21st. Most of them will be represented incorrectly by most people. Now, I have a very healthy respect and admiration for those who strive to be as historicly accurate as possible. It's a difficult thing to do, and takes a LOT of dedication, patience, time and effort. However, I have little time or patience for anyone who thinks that makes them superior to other folk at faire. I often see combat groups whacking away at each other with variations of pvc, foam and duct-tape fabricated weapons, wearing football pads and hiking boots... but hey, we're all just out there to have fun. If you have fun while being perfectly period, that's great... but don't belittle others because they happen to be a little less than "historicly accurate." Just remember... when you work at faire it's not always about period correctness... it's about entertaining those people who spent money at the gate to see you do your thing. Pirates, (as we portray them) were certianly not around in the Renaissance... but people expect to see pirates, and they expect to recognize pirates when they see them. It's a caveat that has to be conceeded sometimes. Don't point out my garb isn't the right color and fabric for my social standing and I won't point out your machine stitches and period-incorrect grommets. We all use the big plastic bathroom from time to time.
Okay... rant over. I sound like I'm defending myself and Allen from attack, which really isn't the case. It just brought up a thought in my head, and I decided to talk about it a little... consider it a pet peeve that popped up and needed to be pushed back down into my psyche. No hard feelings on my side, hopefully none on the other. All love to all people. (cue violins)
That's all for now... till next time...
peace!!
posted by ESV at 7:46 AM
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