Ren Faire Thoughts and Quizzy Stuff
Oct. 22nd, 2006 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thehefnerSo I went to Ren Faire yesterday, partially so I could finally show off this awesome thing I got at the Shakespeare Theatre's garage sale. And while this thing I wore was absolutely awesome, the horrible realization sunk in that I was sorely lacking in appropriate accessories, headgear, leg wear, or shoes. As such, for the first time in two years, I felt kinda inadequate.
For awhile there, I wished I had just done Bill the Butcher for the third year in a row. I love dressing as Bill to Ren Faire. Partially to fuck with 'em, because seriously, how historically accurate is it anyway? All I think of is the immortal Hob Gadling's reactions in THE SANDMAN: "You know what's wrong with this place? Well, the first thing that's wrong with it is there's no shit. I mean, that's the thing about the past people forget. All the shit. Animal shit. People shit. Cow shit. Horse shit. You *waded* through the stuff. You could spray 'em all with shit as they come through the gates! No lice. No nits. No rotting face cancers. When was the last time you saw someone with a bloody great tumor hanging off their face? Exactly! It's all bollocks. Want a drink?"
It just gives me a visual of a thousand years from now, when people go to the 20th Century Fair to dressed as hippie cowboys riding Segways to the tune of "Walking on Sunshine."
Oh, it's all in fun and I adore it, don't get me wrong. There's too much geekery there not to love, and oh, the food, the food! If being historically accurate means no mac and cheese on a stick or milk and cookies (mmm!), then fuck historical accuracy. But seriously, when people start dressing as dark fucking elves, for fuck's sake, then I'm bloody well going in my victorian psycho dandy getup as Mr. William Cutting, even if no one gets the reference. Because Bill the Butcher rules.
Thankfully, though, I ran into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
disc_sophist, Jay, thirdbase, and 777666, who were good enough to take me shopping! I found a snazzy new hat, boots that were awesome and far too expensive so maybe later, and sophist herself was unbelieveably kind enough to buy me teal tights. With codpiece! So by next year's Ren Faire, I will finally be a contender. Damn right!
But I will still go as Bill the Butcher at least once per season. If only to counter-balance the, like, five Captain Jack Sparrows.
Oh, and while I don't do quizzes much anymore, I had to post this. Because hells fucking yes.
For awhile there, I wished I had just done Bill the Butcher for the third year in a row. I love dressing as Bill to Ren Faire. Partially to fuck with 'em, because seriously, how historically accurate is it anyway? All I think of is the immortal Hob Gadling's reactions in THE SANDMAN: "You know what's wrong with this place? Well, the first thing that's wrong with it is there's no shit. I mean, that's the thing about the past people forget. All the shit. Animal shit. People shit. Cow shit. Horse shit. You *waded* through the stuff. You could spray 'em all with shit as they come through the gates! No lice. No nits. No rotting face cancers. When was the last time you saw someone with a bloody great tumor hanging off their face? Exactly! It's all bollocks. Want a drink?"
It just gives me a visual of a thousand years from now, when people go to the 20th Century Fair to dressed as hippie cowboys riding Segways to the tune of "Walking on Sunshine."
Oh, it's all in fun and I adore it, don't get me wrong. There's too much geekery there not to love, and oh, the food, the food! If being historically accurate means no mac and cheese on a stick or milk and cookies (mmm!), then fuck historical accuracy. But seriously, when people start dressing as dark fucking elves, for fuck's sake, then I'm bloody well going in my victorian psycho dandy getup as Mr. William Cutting, even if no one gets the reference. Because Bill the Butcher rules.
Thankfully, though, I ran into
disc_sophist, Jay, thirdbase, and 777666, who were good enough to take me shopping! I found a snazzy new hat, boots that were awesome and far too expensive so maybe later, and sophist herself was unbelieveably kind enough to buy me teal tights. With codpiece! So by next year's Ren Faire, I will finally be a contender. Damn right!But I will still go as Bill the Butcher at least once per season. If only to counter-balance the, like, five Captain Jack Sparrows.
Oh, and while I don't do quizzes much anymore, I had to post this. Because hells fucking yes.
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