Cool moment: Watching Votania do a reading for her old friend who she hasn't seen in years and years.
The belly-dancer strutting her stuff to Godsmack.
Finding the table with all the nifty rocks for cheaper than anywhere else.
The look on Votania's face when I showed her that one.
Seeing my C++ teacher in Garb again.
The smell of a new oak staff anointed with orange oil and beeswax.
Finding the basket of buttons and finding the right one for Darkside.
Giggling at "Have You Runed Your Day Yet?" ... but the runes didn't say anything.
The incredibly awesome shoulder puppets, which moved their heads back and forth when you did the right thing to the control mechanism. Done right, it looked like the guy did in fact have a small gryphon on his shoulder...
Realizing that for once I was ordinary ... very ordinary ... I wore street clothes, and there was a witch on every corner... unlike school, where there are only the few bright spots of the talent, and my jeans and t-shirt with velvet shirt overtop looks odd, especially in all black ... yeeks. Read Bedlam's Bard. Only I saw no Nightflyers and there was no Eric with the flute.
The belly-dancer strutting her stuff to Godsmack.
Finding the table with all the nifty rocks for cheaper than anywhere else.
The look on Votania's face when I showed her that one.
Seeing my C++ teacher in Garb again.
The smell of a new oak staff anointed with orange oil and beeswax.
Finding the basket of buttons and finding the right one for Darkside.
Giggling at "Have You Runed Your Day Yet?" ... but the runes didn't say anything.
The incredibly awesome shoulder puppets, which moved their heads back and forth when you did the right thing to the control mechanism. Done right, it looked like the guy did in fact have a small gryphon on his shoulder...
Realizing that for once I was ordinary ... very ordinary ... I wore street clothes, and there was a witch on every corner... unlike school, where there are only the few bright spots of the talent, and my jeans and t-shirt with velvet shirt overtop looks odd, especially in all black ... yeeks. Read Bedlam's Bard. Only I saw no Nightflyers and there was no Eric with the flute.