iLolled From twitter:
Baronetess, aka our KBella: 2,333 views on the New Moon spoof. That's word.
Me: @baronetess - I'm going out to subject more people to our creation. And by "more people" I might mean "bellydance superstars."
newageamazon: @acaseofrandom YOU ARE NOT SHOWING THAT VIDEO TO RACHEL BRICE.
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Dear bacon-cheesy jeebus, this weekend was awesome. I kept up with the Rachel Brice seminar, then I overloaded on Mardi Love's subsequent seminar and ended up in the back of the room with a bunch of other overloaded people, muttering on about how this was not Sparta and I was lost. The show on Saturday night was ridiculous--and possibly the biggest turnout for a bellydance show I've seen in the Pittsburgh area. And Zoe Jakes brainsquished the hell out of me on Sunday with the variants of pops & locks, then with the how-to of her choreography from the night before.
Also, I can still walk. I'm astounded. Apparently working out worked for me.
I'm not sure I expected them all to be so personable. Mardi made faces back when I made faces at her
and I kept my hands to myself this time, Rachel struck funny poses (
and got photobombed) and made terrible jokes and randomly kissed me on the cheek
RACHEL BRICE KISSED ME, and Zoe told stories of boobies and misbehavior and fire-setting at Burning Man--stories which, if she follows through and comes to Pennsic, will result in us making the Pyro Pirate Party. And possibly in us getting kicked out for stealing golf carts and/or setting things on fire.
God, I hope she comes to Pennsic.
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Also, Pittsburgh's Southside being what it is on the weekends, I got to watch a drunk douchebag assault a city bus. The show started with him standing in the middle of the crosswalk like some smashed, overly territorial pigeon, yelling at nothing. No words--just yelling.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
Someone went out and tried to move him before the light could turn. He resisted, squirmed loose, and kept yelling.
"AAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
The would-be savior left, a bus pulled up at a nearby lane . . . and the kid launched himself at it.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"
At first he just waved his arms at it--then flattened himself to its windshield and slapped the glass. Still yelling. The light turned, but for some reason no one moved.
"AAAAAAAH! AAAAAAHHH!"
This is about the point where the cops pulled up.
For some reason, this is also about the point where the kid got very quiet.
They tried to guide him off the street, he resisted, one pointed a taser at him, he bolted--and immediately hit the concrete. Last I saw they were cuffing him. Snarky commentary was provided by me, random street musicians, and a panhandler. ("Don't tase him, bro!"--"Tase him, bro!")
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Also: The cheery take on
fmylife.com is
itmademyday.com. I won't say it because it'd be redundant. :P