GWW XI to-do

* Updated blurb for site and publicity re: donations (2L bottles, cleaned thoroughly, lids not required) by Monday mid-day. They will be the same, more or less - donate your time, your citrus, your pickles, and your empty soda bottles, or this war will have a lot of dehydrated folks in armor. I don't want to have to buy out Costco's supply of small paper cups and create lines at the coolers like some Vegas buffet. Bring plastic, dammit. You can fill the space in your car with stuff from Merchant's Row. Everybody wins. [Clearly, this will be edited for language and diplomacy, but you get the point.] Also, mention need for shoulder-strap bags to carry bottles. Anyone with scrap fabric that needs a new home is welcome to donate.

* Budget: Make list of needs, prices. Ask exchequer steward what the budget cap is for WBing, because those shade pavillions are going to cost a LOT (the shitty ones we have aren't going to cut it - we're upping the ante on quality this time). So is the truckload of sharpies to label it all. So is the truckload of two-liter bottles and subsequent storage, if things continue at the rate they are now. Due by end of April.

* Argue: If you folks want me to be the WB steward, stop turning down or ignoring my requests, goddamnit, or you won't HAVE a steward. I don't have time for politics. Yes, I'm new at this, but I also did this last war, and the setup we had worked passably. It will work BETTER if you let me make the rather small fixes I'm asking for. Fuuuuuck. Also, look into what it will take to shake a certain someone like a British au pair the next time I see him.

* Paperwork. Lots of it. Budget stuff, info for the deputy I may have, and for fuck's sake, my device and name, which I've been sitting on for two years now, at least. I need to dig up the email I sent to Su, pick a name on the list, draw my device, and submit it. I already missed this month's meeting for submission deadlines. :P

* Email - Calafia may have 2L bottles normally in use for Potrero. It's a drop in the bucket in numbers per fighter given the comparative size of the wars, but it's a start.

* Drink. Lots of this, too, because the tension headaches I have just thinking about all the dead ends I'm hitting right now are so NOT cool. (At least hangovers have an end in sight.) No water means no fighting means no war. If I have to get a price on 25,000 plastic bottles, I will, goddamnit, and I'll submit it as an up-front expense. No one told me this position was an out-of-pocket-and-interest-accrued job, and like fucking hell I'd have agreed to it if a certain someone had said so in the first place.

* Cry. It won't do anything, but it's easier than the headache a stiff upper lip is giving me. And if I remember to wash the runny mascara off, no one will know.

* Remind myself (use Outlook's reminders function as needed) to never, ever do this again. I can now say with certainty that this is NOT my calling. I'm a misanthrope to the core and I don't function without order and closure. [If any of y'all see me the last day of war, bring this printed page with you and wave it under my nose before I cave to pressure like last war and say yes to anything. Ever again.]

* Also, make a point to email Google that their maps suck at times, and I did not appreciate getting lost in the middle of San Dimas because it said go left. This may wait until I've checked off some of the 'drink' portion of this list.

* Sew. I have a light blue linen that needs to become a knee-length tunic before October. I may try my hand at gores, though from the waist up I'll be using Baroness Ceridwen's cutting technique. I don't know how to set sleeves yet, so we'll leave that challenge for a later date. (Also, 1" wide black webbing plus trim will show less dirt than 1" white webbing with trim. I should make myself another belt soon, if I can swing by Tandy for the brass rings.)

* Tokens - did we ever find out how many were left? Or will I need to order a whole lot of wood disks and yarn and custom rubber stamps? (I don't think belt favors are going to happen until the week before war if I haven't gargled a pistol by then.)

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The highlights of the day, so you all don't think I'm just a raging sociopath all the time - merely petty and bitter. :D :D :D


Cormac! *glomp* Thank you for your kind words. <3

Saw Her Idacellency and His Jensellency, and Rowan and Cerridwen. Much joy. Saw Madalena and Will - I need to get her her hard drive. I also need to pin her down and make her teach me how to make her garb, dammit. So pretty! I hope I don't run out of steam for Collegium next week (having not pre-reg'ed for it, I don't know how long I'll be staying if classes are full). Saw Shadow. :D (She's as skinny and pretty as ever and it's just NOT FAIR.) Saw other folks who I don't know as well as I'd like to, and if I ever get past the fact I'm sorely lacking in social history with these people (and thus have much less in common), fully intend to try and hang out with until I'm shooed off. [I only look confident and socially adept. Really I'm just a pigeon-toed misfit who so very much wishes people in groups larger than two didn't scare the everloving shite outta me. Yes, I DO care what people think. I'll get over it, someday.]

Trim! Only bought a yard, came home, and found it wasn't enough by 10". So much for my ability to eyeball measurements. It also doesn't match what I bought it for, anyway, so I'll use it for something else small and silly and worth decorating. Like the clothes I'm threatening the dog(s) with.

Button! I finally stitched on the button to my shoulder bag. It's only been on my to-do list since October. (One. Button. Behold my powers of procrastination!)

Chair! Took out the big honkin' Blue Thing and put in the newly-arrived task chair that actually fits up against the desk and takes a third of the space. Tomorrow we swing by Staples for a second floor mat so I can roll around the room without getting mired in the carpet. (Mom is promising hardwood floors in the not-too-distant future, but I really have trouble believing it will happen. There's just too much other stuff going on. That and I'd rather like to get new furniture in here, too, and that's not coming out of the home improvement budget. So.)

Peanut butter rice krispy treats. 'Nuff said. Should've asked for the recipe.

Good parking spot. Those are rare enough in SoCal (SoCaid?) to merit a mention, I think.

Ikea chair - comfy and easily portable and sturdy - no wobbling. Just needs a cushion for the back and seat, if I find time. (Not even that much of one, really - some layers of quilt batting would do it.)


I debated getting myself in trouble on the way home - the local fire department was having a car wash in the Carls' Jr. parking lot where I stopped for lunch, and as my car desperately needs cleaning, I wondered if it would be worth telling said firemen I'd buy a car wash if they stripped down to their boxers to do it. Leave the helmets on, a'course. :P Given that the local PD was probably there too, somewhere, I think I'll take my chances on washing it at the drive-thru place down the street instead. (Especially given that I was dressed rather like a medievaloid bag lady at the time. No sense LOOKING for trouble and getting committed in a state-run mental facility somewhere. Shock treatments just aren't my kink.)