Mixed feelings

I'm thinking of dragging my butt out of the house and going to an event this weekend. Not sure whether it will be awesome or terrible. It really could go either way. It's run by mr stick-up-his-ass from a previous post, the guy with the set you on fire for using the word "garb" threat that I didn't even pick up on.

It's an equestrian event, and those are always neat to watch, so it has potential, and I hear the site is amazing, but I think the locals (autocrat) might make it suck.

I posted to the baronial list asking if I should bring some modern sunshades if I was willing to share them, and I got the expected response... mr stick responded absolutely not, they're not period and there will be plenty of space for me to sit under other people's shade. Others responded that once the royalty sets up their presences, and depending which of them bring what shades, that there might not actually be any space for us normal people.

I figure I'll get there, won't find any shaded space to sit, or be told my dogs aren't welcome. I'll then spend an hour or two out in the sun, alone (with Jason, but no one else will speak to me) with my beagles, and then give up and go home.

I know going in expecting the worst might be one of those self-fulfilling prophecies, but at this point I'm just not feeling very hopeful and it's hard to expect anything else. At least it's a short drive if it does suck.

A grizzly anniversary

Media vultures all seem to be enjoying the 10th anniversary of the Columbine High massacre today. I was annoyed by one reporter's comment that the shootings were committed by two seniors who "saw themselves as outcasts". Question to all the outcasts out there... did you "see yourself as an outcast" or would you say you "were an outcast". Is your social status something purely in your own mind, or did others outside your head share the assessment of your social standing? Seems to me saying they "saw themselves" that way absolves everyone around them of any possible guilt, like this was all in their head, and there's no way that the way others treated them could have lead them to that conclusion. Heaven forbid that when everyone treats you like an outcast that you identify yourself as one.

And no, I'm not saying that this is an excuse for what they did, I'm just saying that pretending that the way everyone treated them had no influence at all on the eventual outcome is pretty short-sighted and frankly, dishonest.

More medieval ass-hattery and home improvement issues

In response to the post:
"Can someone give me an idea about what time the jousting will start? I have friends who would like to check us out.
thanks, Name Deleted"

Someone actually responded:
"Make sure they are in costume, or I'll have to kick them off site.

*G*

Name deleted"

What the hell is wrong with people here? Even in jest that seems like the shittiest way you could have chosen to say that. Everywhere else I've played the response would have been something more along the lines of "Do you need some loaner garb? What size are your friends?"

I am sooooo not getting any warm fuzzies about this group. I really hope my expectations are proven wrong.

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In other news... "privacy window film":1 homeowner:0
I don't know what drunken monkey wrote those directions, but I've putzed up the whole thing and need to purchase more film to try again tomorrow. It was all just fine until I went back to check on it and noticed a bubble about an hour after I put it up. Well the instructions say that you have 24 hours to fix and fiddle with it. It would have been nice if the instructions had been a bit more precise on the method one has to use to do that successfully. In essence, peeling away while dry = epic fails.

One should just turn up an edge, spray some of the application solution on it and let it release itself. If you peel it away dry, you almost fall of the edge of the tub when it suddenly releases under the pressure of your entire body weight, and you end up with a crease in the film. Your formerly pin-sized bubbles then become an enormous 1/2" wide, 6" long crease-bubble thing, or if you are particularly unlucky the entire corner will refuse to ever stick to the glass again.

*Grrrrrrr*