SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

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.....Who wants to come with me to get whacked by fake period weapons this Sunday?

It really was only a matter of time before I could no longer resist the siren call of the Society for Creative Anachronism. Well, we shall see what comes of this, but DUDE. I sortakinda can't wait.


In other news--I think my EYEBALLS are slightly SUNBURNED from working in the garden today. OW. OW OW OW. They won't stop BURNING. OW.

Well, at least the raspberries and strawberries have been moved to the new super!shiny!berry garden! Now I has one for veggies and another for berries! HUZZAH!

Now just need to find easy to construct raised beds (BITCH WE SHALL HAVE NO WEEDS THIS YEAR!! ON PAIN OF SERIOUS DEATH. WHICH IS TOTALLY NOT ANYTHING LIKE UN-SERIOUS DEATH.), a whole ton of compost (the stuff I've got going in the compost pile wasn't ready for this year...alas), germinate some seeds and wait for the weather TO FUCKING COMPLY TO MY YEOMAN FARMER/HOBBIT TENDENCIES.

IN OTHER, OTHER NEWS--my shoulders feel better after a day of manual labor. Wow. So desk job=intense physical pain, manual labor=less physical pain? NOT. FAIR.

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[leupagus.livejournal.com]

Dude, I can't come this Sunday, but next Sunday? I am so there.

And thank CHRIST there is someone else on my flisty-flist who's got Hobbity tendencies - I've been muttering to myself in my backyard like a crazy person, cleaning shit up and being like "THIS YEAR I WILL HAVE TOMATOES, BITCHES." A friend of mine came over and complained that I completely hadn't left any room for the marijuana plants she was going to give me. MY FRIENDS ARE SUCK, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO UNDERSTANDS ME.

Also, constructing beds = way easy, I knocked off like half a dozen of them this weekend. Don't worry, you can do 'em no problem, even if you want to put plywood in the bottom (although I just lined them with weed-blocking cloth; works out pretty well either way).

[mellifluous-ink.livejournal.com]

WIN WIN WIN GOD I WISH I LIVED CLOSER TO YOU FOR SRS ARGH.