as the Drama Llama rears it's ugly head

Probably should've called this As The Stomach Turns but that's already taken.

Yahoo. Friggin Yahoo. What a bunch of drama queens reside within your cyberwalls.

In the last couple of weeks I have been branded a racist, called a stupid ugly american (purposely non capitalized), villified on a private blog, ugly emails (untrue ones at that) sent to people on my friends list ... you know the drill - a flame war. Now it would appear one of the reigning 360 icons has decided he might wnt to blow that particular popcicle stand over some rumoured news of a Y!360 closure.

Hey if it closes it closes. There a million other places out there. Will things be missed? yes. Will friends stay in touch? probably not. Will the groupings be recreated somewhere else? maybe but doubtful because the one tiny thing that 360 has going for it is a sense of community. Yahoo sucks so bad that there's no way I'd stay if it weren't for that.

However, yahoo also has a time honored tradition of breaking the things that were working all along (witness clubs/groups and yahoo photos/flickr).

C'est la vie Adios Yahoo - you screwed the pooch again.

Homesick?

Every so often I just get a pang of longing for the simple peace I find in the early (read too hot for the crowds) days of faire. The early mornings when the heat is nearly bearable to the long afternoons where you drink gallons of water, wear your fanning hand out, and find shade and solice wherever you can, to the early evening ... just as faire is ending ... just when you didn't think you could possibly take more heat. I miss the sights. I miss the sounds. I miss the smells.

I miss the feel of my wooden mug in my hand be it full of cider, ale, tea, or simple water.

The picture above is a favorite place. It's on the side of the Dragon's Lair just below the Dragon's Inn.