The Dangerous Existence of Madame Lee

1.) So we went to the Spirit of Vincennes Rendezvous on Saturday. The lolmom, who slept for four hours after getting home at ass o'clock in the morning and then picked up our produce from the CSA, felt too tired to drive, so I volunteered. To be honest, it was fun, but we probably would have enjoyed it more if we'd been able to get up for both days instead of just one. Nonetheless, we did meander the grounds, lament the fact that we spent our only readily available cash on bottled water (thus rendering me unable to purchase a wooden sword; no sooner did I set eyes on them than I needed one), and eyeball the demonstrations (the period medical and surgical equipment was fascinating, but I've always kind of had a morbid hard-on for things like the Golden Age of Smallpox; if nothing else, it makes you appreciate your own time more). The lolmom liked the working oxen demonstration, because hey, oxen. :D My favorite part was EIGHTEENTH-CENTURY BIG BATTEL, because I also have kind of a morbid hard-on for the days when warfare was a gentlemen's sport.

After all this, we toured the historic sites (from the days when Vincennes was the capital of Indiana Territory, which at that time was enormous and comprised a whole hell of a lot more than the modern state of Indiana; my favorite was the printer's shop) and went through the first floor of the Grouseland mansion (the second floor, alas, was off-limits to the public, though I'm told it will reopen later). All in all, more fun than sitting on my ass in front of the Int0rbuttz. :D

2.) My eggplant has blossoms. Also, it turns out that the blight attacking my zucchini was not a pest, as I thought, but rather mildew; to remedy this, I have moved it into a brighter spot on the patio. (The only part of our yard that gets direct sun is behind the garage, and nobody ever goes behind the garage; if we're going to take care of plants, we have to see them.) Oh, and we got more kale and more lettuce and so on from the CSA, so we had this for dinner last night. I was trepidated, because I had had sautéed kale before and did not like it very well, but balsamic vinegar covers a multitude of sins and this was quite good. (I chose it of all the kale recipes I had bookmarked because it looked interesting, was quick and easy to make, and all the ingredients were either stuff we always have on hand or could get easily.) Anyway, if you have a bunch of kale and no fucking idea what to do with it, I recommend salad with strawberries and boiled eggs.

3.) OMG YOU GUYS MY DRESS IS HERE. I'm going to have to fiddle with the straps and figure out how best to keep the boobs in their special place, but on the whole, I am delighted. With any luck, my shirts will be here later this week.

12 more days until my weekend trip.

Dear INDOT,

Eat a dick, seriously. Does it not occur to you that IN-66 is a major thoroughfare and most of us need it? No, heaven forfend. Seriously, you've torn it up at least a bazillion times over the past three years. Could you please just get it right?

OUR TAX DOLLARS PAY FOR YOUR GROSSLY INFLATED SALARIES YOU KNOW.

No love,
l33

(PS: brb going 2 library nau :DDDDD)

I stole this meme from pixelation. Eventually, I plan to steal her iPhone and possibly her IMMORTAL SOUL (assuming she has one) as well, but I'm starting with memes to lull her into a false sense of security.

So, the exciting rules:
1.) Copy this list into your blog or journal, including these instructions.
2.) Bold all the items you've eaten.
3.) Cross out any items that you would never consider eating.

As you may recall, I live in southern Indiana and am, to all intents and purposes, from here. This explains some of my reactions to some of this stuff.

( Mock Lee's provincialism! )

I went to Madison and Vevay yesterday, and you didn't. If you happen to like artsy, pretty little towns, you are jealous, because that's what these are. Madison's a couple miles past Hanover, where two of my aunts went to college, so I got to drive through Hanover on my way there; the college isn't on the state road and it doesn't appear as pervasive as IU is in Bloomington. (Yes, everything is about Bloomington for me, and it likely will be for the next six months or so, whenever I manage to get up. Fair warning.) Ordinarily, I wouldn't go out that far, but one of the other searchers had to beg off, and I only had a couple of piffly little things in Corydon and New Albany anyway (plus I was worried about getting my eight hours in). It's easily about a three-and-a-half hour drive back from Vevay, so I more or less collapsed when I got home.

I've got the entire day before me and nobody is going to make me do any title work or anything. Hurrah! I have a stack of things I want to finish reading, and I might try to get things for ukekenshin in the mail at long last. I might also go buy more YA poo, I don't know; I've read everything I have now. (I've called a moratorium on new books since I have stuff I just got in Salem and haven't finished, but YA poo doesn't really count since I don't read it as religiously; it's generally turning-my-brain-off or waiting-for-my-nails-to-dry matter.)

And maybe I'll fiddle with one of the sites and write up some notes for the samurai game and do some laundry and figure out what to do. It's the weekend; my obligations are all suspended.

Speaking of obligations: a happy belated birthday to ocarina. Hope it was fabulous. ♥

See you all later.
♥

1.) Dear INDOT: Somebody shat all over Indiana 56 eastbound between Livonia and Salem. Please clean it up. D: Thank you for your attention to this matter. Love, Lee.

2.) Tee hee, I have a copy of The Children of Húrin, and I'm going to go out on a limb and say that jurhael doesn't. I am sure I will subsequently find out that I am wrong, for such is the way of the world.

3.) momo! You have the speshful qualifications needed to help me with a speshful project! Comment if you are interested in being annoying and persistent and spamming my journal. Also, enjoy some delicious Kentucky Fried Spleen, compliments of The Profane Tales. :D

4.) I think I will be back into the RPing in organized games thing shortly. BWAHAHAHA.

5.) A very happy birfday 2 calanthe_, who is proof that sometimes you should say Yes to crack. Let us celebrate with cake, and pr0n. ♥

Apparently, I am the moral equivalent of a war criminal, because I cut a trucker off this morning on my way to Vincennes. Apparently, he also felt the need to let me know about it, as though I were going to do anything about it. (What? I loathe truckers, to the extent that I point and cheer every time I see a cop's pulled one over. Everybody knows this.)

( I am Lee, Enemy of Trucks. )

Also, yesterday I was fagging about on Wikipedia, and I learned that Warren County (north of Terre Haute) is the Black Hole of Indiana. Seriously--look at these. The vast majority are in Warren County, which is apparently the Bermuda Triangle of Indiana.

Also also, I obtained an answer to a question I had long had (viz., "What the hell is it with English"?). English, IN is the county seat of Crawford County, which is how I'm familiar with it; it's not one of my bigger counties, but I do title work there. When you drive through it, you can see that it's somewhat dilapidated and shabby, and you can also see huge spaces on what's ostensibly Main Street where there might once have been something there. I'd assumed that it was because English has always been a small town (there's less than 700 people there) and that it is in the process of slowly dying.

The truth is that English was flooded five times in about thirty years (late '50s to early '90s), and as a result, the town council decided to move the town. I am serious. English can now be found on considerably higher ground than it once was (mostly over IN-64). Well. One learns something new every day.