By which I mean I have caught up on LJ, JF, LT, and DA, and all the personal journals I read on DW (minus the nagging possibility of posts going missing) + the DW communities I'm interested in keeping up with. However, have not even poked independent blogs, webcomics, or kinkmemes. And there are still comment replies and stuff like that to deal with too.

Also, my browser tabs look like they're under control only by the magic of tab stacks: I 'only' have ten tabs open, but that's because one of them is a stack (15 tabs high) of video/audio/multimedia things I want to look at; one of them is a stack (7 tabs high) of reactions to a certain discussion that was ongoing when I left; one of them is a stack (8 tabs high) of entire communities/fests I still want to go through; and one of them is a stack (28 tabs high) of fics and rec posts I want to read.

Umm, yeah.

So at Pennsic, I took ALL the fiber arts classes. Well, not all, but a lot. I went to a bunch of other classes, to, but it seemed like I kept leaving all the classes that weren't either "this is how to do one particular thing" or "this is a presentation on particular academic research" frustrated and/or disappointed. Possibly I am a terrible person, possibly it is a symptom of Knowing Too Much and the classes were just below my level and I should deal, possibly I should just know better by now never to go to a class about magic or folklore (man, I have a whole separate rant about the things that were wrong with the magic/folklore classes I tried to go to before I gave up.)

Which is okay, because I wanted to cut back on the classes this week anyway. What I ended up doing was learning a new fiber arts skill pretty much every day of class, which was great! I know a lot of these could theoretically have been learned from books, but there's something about a using-your-hands skill that makes me want to learn it first from a real teacher if at all possible - even if it just means that I watch them to it to figure out why their written instructions make no sense to me.

( Here are some of the new things I learned to do )

Now what I really need to do is practice all those new skills until I have them down in muscle-memory and won't forget. Unfortunately, between crocheting several dozen Spinks, desperately hand-sewing to finish my garb, and then doing all of that at War, my right wrist has been telling me it is Done. In that same peculiarly piercing and unignorable way as a three-year-old who has walked too far. So it is in an ace bandage for now, and I am not allowed to do any fiber arts until next Monday or said wrist has gone an entire day without complaining, whichever comes later.


And. Um. For those of you who were interested in the Dresden Files/SCA thread I linked too? I had forgotten entirely, until I found her again this year, that Sue the Tyrannosaur actually comes to Pennsic every year. It's canon!
( Proof )