I know there has been heady anticipation for my post. So here it is,

News From Around the Frobe

Friday- I had the day off and took full advantage of it. I did laundry so that Capt. Frobisher would smell slightly less awful. I could smell myself on the first day last week, which is a bad sign. I think I'm going to need to do more than wash things. Hello perfume. I also baked a loaf of Ginger Ale bread with Canada Dry. It was perfect. It rose nicely and formed well. The bread was soft and moist with a good colour and texture. I'm glad. I also went to Helpful Hannah's to make a special purchase of a special favour. I had my eye on it before but had thoght it too big. When I lost the last one I took it as a message from fate telling me to go big. As a final stop on the spend some money tour I went to the shoe store where my friend Adan works and bought some insoles. This meant that for the entire errand walk I was wearing the Frobishing boots. This was made all the better by the fact that for the forst 3/4 of the walk I had bad insoles and the entire population of Beloit gawking. Adan's co-worker liked the boots though. He caled them "sweet". We left for Faire early to see the Dreanought. Frankly, I was less than impressed. It was worth my free but I wouldn't pay more than a dollar or two to visit it, now. I am told it is in a state of improvement and we may expect better and better things from it in future. I n reality it is two rooms (Forecastle and Rearcastle). these rooms are decorated with some displays of varying quality or necessity and some little boxes that smell like things. I've seen better but, again, they are working on it. What bothered me was the librties they've taken with the ship. I fully appreciate the conditions they are working with and the limitations they engender but can we please at least pretend that there is a hold? Could we suggest that the ship could move? Could we put ropes in appropriate places? That is all my ranting. Please do marvel at the Dreadnpought though. It's quite nice looking from the outside (though parked strangely).

Saturday- I woke up a little later than I had wanted which butted my shower right up with call. I made it back to the galde in time though. I also left all of my shower crap behind in the glade. I've got to stop forgetting stuff out there when I go to change. It made it's way backstage though so all was well. Opening was fun. I got off to a good start and had a good walkabout befor the mud show. I then did my shctick in the vicinity of the mud show (though at a courteous distance) waiting for it to end so I could watch Emma's Madrigal choir. I missed them somehow and was forced to move on with my day as I had run out of shady places on the Fairengetti where I could walk without people going "Oh, it's you again. Yes, we've heard your jokes". The streets were welcoming though sparse. The people were happy and responsive despite the heat. And since so many of them were sitting down I had some captive audiences. (I'm beginning to learn how to work them too.) My strenght still remains to be my "one man parade" bit. I walk about an decry my name. I tell people how famous and important I am and if they show interst I stop and have a chat, name a landmass, insult their percieved country of origin/ grasp of the English language, whatever. I had a large group of students at one point who were engaged in the bit but absolutely silent (damn T.V.) I managed to get one of them to talk to me by suggesting that they were all foreign and speaking slowly. I made her translate to her friends how important I am. Slowly at intervals two more chimed in which left only six silent. As I was wrapping the bit and sending them on their way one of the silent ones tried to speak to me in another language. For all I know it was made up but who cares. Neither I nor Frobisher had any idea what language she was even going for so I said goodbye very painfully slowly to her in particular.Parade and mid day stuff went well though while I was getting some water and shooting the breeze backstage we had our first serious heat related incident. One of our guys was pretty bad off. He lost conciousness and was incolherant for a little while we got him out of his most restricting clothes and cooled him off gently while waiting for medical to arrive. Everyone did the right thing and I did't have to take over too much. I made some suggestions and helped with carrying him to the cart to be whisked away to a medical facility. HE came back later in the day in plain clothes to give heat advice from the doctors and tell us he was okay.I Went with Mary-Beth to "A Head of Her Tyme" to pick up her hat and hit "Hearthstone Arts" on the way back to the glade where Frobisher sat in on a Privy Council meeting he had been called to and didn't pay attention. The leaves, patrons anything but the privy council caught his vapid attention. When the time came I came forward to answer some charges ("What did I do this time?") They asked if I had gotten ahold of a silver bowl. I said yes, I had it with me and did they know what it was because I couldn't fence it. Turns out it was the coronation gift from the queen to the Duc D'Allanson (sp?) The privy council was unhappy with me but I was assured it would be alright, thoguh they decided that they needed to look to making their letters of marque more specific. I was to go before the queen later in the day to answer for my offense. I had some walkabout time which did not involve Emma or Liz which makes me sad. But raliegh, Hawkins and I did some sailoring near the ship. We don't work terribly well as a unit. I've seen Joe (Raleigh)'s bit before and it works really well, mostly wooing. And my bit (one man parade) works much better alone, though I'm finding having someone to put me in my place is great. I don't know what Stacy (Hawkins) normally does but he seems to be kinda lame in our threesome (though he has some great one liners and opening stuff it mostly devolves into the make fun of Frobisher hour. Which is great, just hard to keep going. When I got back though, There was a rose waiting for me. I am touched. It is my first and I hold it to be a very special honour to have recieved it. The way I see it the giving of flowers is a special tradition. It of course spans history. It is an "I was thinking of you, especially". Roses are classic of course. I like knowing people's favourite flowers like Morning Glory's and White Carnations.Now back to our Frobisher court trial already in progress.There were a few funny bits that had been planned to lighten the bit but they failed. Matt (Randall Roarback, town Crier) had to retrieve his bell from me, which had been handed to me just before going on. I also tried to start out with some funny. She gave me an opportunity to explain myself and I allowed all of the excuses I have ever used spill out as fast as I could and in the ensuing uncomfortable moments smiled hugely as if to say "please don't hurt me, look how nice I am".When the time came for it The Queen was PISSED. She railed on Frobisher for preying on English shipping, making an international scene and basically doing what he does. She then sent him off to the tower to die a horrible death. Apparently after I had been dragged off Burgley convinced her to go easy on the Captain. Frobisher had to pay a 20% restitution and give back the bowl. He also spent a night thinking he was done for. I went to final sing and then dance and the day was done.

Sunday- Tired and hot I think sums up the day. I was, the audience was, the rest of the cast was. It was pretty cruddy going all through. I did walkabout all morning and had no one on one interactions, which makes me sad. The bast bit of the day was when I walked past the Midsummer stage and noticed some people sitting on the benches there. I turned to walk in front of them then ran all the way back to where I had started and sauntered by again. The thrid time I did it I stopped in the middle of the open patch of grass and started with "Why Yes, I am Captain Sir Martin Frobisher, Thank you for noticing." (my catchphrase so far). I didn;t do any glade bits per se but I did have a nice time in presentation. I bribed Andrew (Antony Wells, Darby's servant) with a pie to read a heroic poem about Frobisher while I was being presented. I also got to implicate The Queen in some piracy when the spanish were presented demanding to know where their trunks were. She asked me to which I replied "Your majesty, do you recall that largish brooch I gave you...". In the afternoon the trio went for a walk. We hit some stands and went to see the 4:30 scenario with Queen and Raleigh and everything. That is when Raliegh left his cup with me. He did not come back for it as he said he would and we did not want to miss him so we stayed and watched "Barely Balanced" whose catchphrase is something like "The most complicated way to do the unneccessary". There was a lot of unneccessary jumping and superfluous fire. They lived up to their slogan. From there it was downhill. I actually sat around during late glade and didn't really dfo anything. I was also less than enthused at final sing. I kept up the happy face but inside it was gone. Parade though opened it right back up. i walked out with the spanish maid of honor and made jokes and conversation all the way out. I was in close proximity to the Infanta which made it even better. much slinging of spanish jokes ensued. Alyssa actually thanked me when we finished, it was very cute. At he final farewell outside the gates there were two people standing behind us and I sang parting glass to them if a Frobishing manner, It was an excellent end to the day. The walk back to the glade was marked by happy conversation too. There is a pattern beginning to form in the companionship I have on that walk. We packed everything up and after a prolonged wait/ sorting time Alexis and I made it to Culver's for dinner with about a third of the Guilde and sundry others. It turns out French Fries with Ranch dressing are actually not bad. I have shied away from them for a long time now, but the opportunity was too good. Hugging and long goodbyes followed and then we crept home tired and worn. The roads were friendly and the car was nice to me too. I've decided that most of my crap is staying in the car unless absolutely neccessary. I'm tired of carrying it. I do need to polish my boots though.

Today- I went to work at 11. I read some more Neil Gaiman and talked with the conference workers who had to sit around while a basketball camp went on. I think I must have been crabby from the weekend because I had more problems today than usual. Two people accused me of power trips because I was doing my job. I was yelled at for doing my job twice and three people stormed out in a huff and upon returning walked past as quickly as possible and threw their Ids in my general direction. This was followed by my customary "have a fun time" though I've rarely meant it so little. I had to call the offices several times to report changes of attitude and otherwise which needed attending to. I am being recognised for doing my job well though. If there isa a promotion in this job I'm getting it. Cecil heaper 8 hours more work onto my happy plate for later in the week. It means a tight schedule for Friday, but for the money, I'll do it.

I came home to discover I had forgotten my keys in my room. No one was home so I went to the library to call security. while there I hit the video section and grabbed the first thing that caught my attention. "A Man For All Seasons". Upon getting in I made some dinner, checked the internet and started watching the movie. It is a really good film and I reccomend it highly. Of coure I liked Peter O' Toole's "Beckett" and "A Lion in Winter" too. If you didn't like those, you likely won't like this. I also gave Blackadder another go. The second tape works so I watched it. I'll be returning them tomorrow.

-Thus do we see what men are truly made of... ewww!-

Today's Gem O' The Internet- mined from the depths of the internet I bring you the first video I've ever seen to give special thanks to Mexicans, Indians and White People.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhEl6HdfqWM

Today's Word O' The Day- Unqueme, a.-
1. Displeasing.
2. Unfit, unsuitable; awkward.
3. Uncomfortable, uneasy. So unquemable, a., unquemably adv., unquemefully adv., unquemely [cf. MSw. oqvämelika] adv. Also unqueme v. [UN-2 3], to trouble, unsettle. Obs.