No, I still haven't gotten around to witing a proper War report,
but I'll cheat a bit and keep the topic fresh by posting bits already
written. Here's what should have been posted during War.
Background for anyone who doesn't find the minutiae of my life
fascinating enough to memorize everything I babble: I've got two
cell phones and one SIM that I can switch between them -- there
are some features I like better on one and some I like better on
the other, and it's nice to be able to charge oe while carrying
the other around. I took both to
case of trouble getting access to electricity to run the charger,
figuring I'd have twice as much battery to use up before it became
a problem. (That wasn't an issue for more than a couple of days,
as it turned out, but I'll still play "just in case" wrt availability
of electricity next year.) Not having previously sent email-via-SMS
from one of the phones, I didn't know that one had a configuration
glitch that caused such messages to be silently dropped in the
bit-bucket, until I noticed that many of the LJ entries I'd tried
to post from Pennsic hadn't been posted (and started looking for a
I've got the SMS-to-email problem sorted out (with help), and thus
the post-to-LJ-via-SMS problem. So now both phones can post to LJ.
Fortunately, I hadn't yet deleted most of the attempted messages
(one or two are gone but the rest I hadn't gotten around to).
Unfortunately, only the other phone stores the timestamp
of sent messages, and this one, oddly enough, does not keep the
sent-messages folder in chronological order. So I'm able to
post belatedly the snippets you should have seen during War, but
I can only partialy restore the order/timing of them.
So here's the sound-bite view of my Pennsic, which I'm sure
would have been much more interesting/entertaining if you were
reading it one message at a time while I was still out there.
[2006-08-06 02:38 (posted from the other phone, but
truncated)]: One of cacie's songs has Mighty
Kung-Fu Action death grip on my brain. Oh! Snoring stopped; maybe
I can go [to sleep now.]
[2006-08-08 15:38 (posted from other phone, included here
for continuity)]: Already declaring this a productive War:
Mike and I composed a tune last night.
[Don't remember when]: Odd feeling: just woke
from a dream with my inner compass askew as though someone had turned
my tent 90° while I slept. [The feeling persisted
five or ten minutes after waking -- I looked out my window and saw
the correct view looking south, but it very strongly felt
like I was looking east. Quite disconcerting until the world
straightened itself out again.]
[Don't remember when; between 8:00 and 10:00 some
morning]: Half shade half sunlit, difference from one
end of tent to other is 25°F. 70 by bed, 95 near door.
[Note: my tent is about eleven feet from end to end at the
floor, a bit less where I was holding the thermometer.]
[Late 2006-08-10 or midlle of 2006-08-11]: --
Missing message about planning to play with Emory, Mike, and Bob
in the bardic competition at the Chalk Man later --
[2006-08-11, between 21:00 and 23:00]: At The
Chalk Man pub waiting our turn to play. Wish I had my cape.
[2006-08-11, uh, 23ish?]: Problem with going
on last: desipte my best efforts to keep them warm, my fingers were
COLD when we played. Frustrated.
[Nearly midnight 2006-08-11 or a few minutes into
2006-08-12]: Didn't win anything but did sell a CD.
[2006-08-12 20:23 (posted from other phone and
included here for continuity)]: Apparently I am a pervert.
(On account of hazelnut decaf Turkish coffee with artificial
[Don't remember when]: Nice thing about being
next to Clan Cambion: when drums (&pipes) elsewhere stop, we hear
harps. [One of many nice things -- I would have phrased
it differently, but for the length limit on SMS messages.]
[2006-08-14, 9ish]: Morning paper just arrived:
already 10,470 people on site as of 16:00 yesterday.
[Probably 2006-08-14, late afternoon (if I'm remembering
correctly which day it rained)]: And we have rain. Got
the tent mostly covered before it got heavy; hope the remaining
exposed bits aren't the ones that leak.
[Probably 2006-08-14, after dark]: Our camp was
just visited by minions from Hell...Who needed our help restoring
[Some evening in the second week]: Overheard
from the road just now: "Whatever happens, it's alright, because we
have a designated scapegoat."
[Probably 2008-08-16; might be able to figure it out from
file timestamps on borrowed laptop later]: Pennsic so
far: Haven't done any shopping or made it to any classes yet, but
I've composed another tune.
[Late 2006-08-16/wee hours of 2006-08-17]: --
Missing message about busking during Midnight Madness --
[2006-08-20, around 10AM, I think]: Packed &
ready to go; struck tent last night due to weather forecast (since
changed). Trying to nap w/o sunburn while waiting for truck.
[txt msg abbr expanded to less annoying form; original barely
fit in an SMS message]
So there's the sound-bite version. Proper writeup still to come.