Hell in a handbasket...

location: Work

mood: geeky

music: I feel pretty (in my head)

Ok-

This weekend, The Older Brother (tm) is coming up. He's gatelisting with poor

ner0sputnik

 for both weekends (I thkink Derek the dumbass discussed it with him for both).  He's gonna be either in Talisen's old costume or in Derek's oldies (you know, the original set).


Anyway, we're a treat for the poor boy. He spends all YEAR talking about how he's going to get to come up and "do faire". He's a bit stuck in the middle of nowhere (he lives in the true ass end of space in the desert) so we're kinda the highlight of his year.

Saturday is his 35th birthday.  He will basically be surgically grafted to Derek's hip in the privateer's hijinks.

Please, please, please feel free to torment the hell out of him.  He's getting language crash course from Collin, Derek and I for three days, and we're teaching him the reverances, stuff like that.  I may force him to dance up at Ives if peregrinjohn is willing to get us a dance set with Marsha.

Here he is in costume so you can recognize him, even if you don't see Derek...