its really important to find out the password to the Dec 30 event in NJ cause they go on sale tomorrow and i need to get them for a special cancer patient i know

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I need the presale code for the event in Nj at the Izod center

for Dec 30th 

Anyone have it   They go on sale tomorroe

The Awesome of Saturday:



- Peasant Plague Pile. Basically: peasants, in a pile, pretending they have the plague, and bunches of people coming by to mess with them. It sort of accidentally turned into a zombie army, but that was fun too.

- Getting to do a bit of baby-wrangling for Corwin and Dee during one of their shows. Yay happy toddling Brustlet. We had fun looking at apples and babies and dogs.

- Feather Fan Lady. There's a shop that sells feather fans - she'd said last week she'd look to see if she had any of the brown-tipped white feathers for me. She didn't find any, but said to stop back on first weekend next year, as she'd keep her eyes open as she was making her stock, and if she found any really good fluffy ones she'd put them aside for me.

- Vilification. BJ and Chrysto are apparently running for office in '08 - endorsed by Your Mom. They have buttons. I now have one. Yay for random cool Fest bling. (Trinket went toddling over to him and made her fingers in a button-size-shape and babbled something plaintive, whereupon he passed one over... and she gave him a huge hug and kissed his shoulder like twelve times before bouncing off.) Oh - and I got to help hold the banner. Trinket kept trying to hide behind the pole for the really bad insults. It didn't work.

- Coffee. Having a joe backstage under the oaks is just cool.

- Shakin' it for the parade. I went for the dancing, and as there wasn't much of anyone to pull up, Trinket was bored. She likes the part where you get to shimmy for the ENTIRE DAMN PARADE, though.

- The weather. It was absolutely perfect out. The only down side to that is that somehow it seemed to make the impending end more poigniant - and I was very acutely aware that I had no idea how I'd be able to deal with going to work on Monday, knowing there wouldn't be this awesome world waiting for me at the end of the week. Like, the sort of reaction you'd get from somebody who's terrified of heights being forced to make an emergency jump out of a plane with no promise that the parachute is gonna actually open.

- Queen's Pub Jam - I picked a comfy rock and tucked my knees up under my chin to soak in the music, which was awesome as always. Big hugs to the troll for poking around the corner to see if I was okay.

- Cast Party. For the first time in forever we weren't hopping puddles. Food was a tiny little thing of nachos and a slice of lemon cake - and the guy behind the counter trying to guilt people into putting a tip in his jar because he was working while we all had fun. Call me old-fashioned, but that narked me off. (And dude - he wasn't doing it THAT LONG - the party was still raging when the food booth was empty) Apparently not even Cast Party food is freely given anymore. You know what? There used to be four booths' counters - AT LEAST - filled with the leftovers from all the CKC booths, and as I recall there wasn't anyone serving. You just went and got some. I'm jut sayin'.

- Awards Ceremony. Always cool to see people get a moment of joy. Especially the Unicorn folks.



The Awesome of Sunday:



I GOT MY FEATHER BACK!!!!

I was making my rounds in the morning, making sure I got to give folks last hugs before I got all distracted and time got away from me. One of these stops is, of course, Como Cottage (not that Trinket wouldn't be scampering by several more times to pet the snakes). Rick asked me to hold his mug for a moment so he could grab something from inside. So, sure - I figured he just had to grab some turtle food or something.

He came out holding my plume.

Apparently the tortoise handlers had found it, and when they made it back to Como, Rick recognized it. I spent the rest of the morning doing the happy-got-my-plume-back dance.

Yes, dance. Jiving all over the streets, as I have discovered that Trinket really doesn't need music in order to dance... although she really likes bagpipes, which were following the peasants in the parade (Trinket danced the ENTIRE PARADE)... and Drunk & Disorderly's version of "Gin & Juice" which had her rockin' out on that hill by the Mead Booth.

Yeah. I put on the grey/black outfit Sunday hoping it'd slow her down so I'd be able to get out of bed on Monday.

That didn't work AT ALL.

I give up. All my garb are belong to Trinket.

(yay overused geek reference.)

Other highlights of the day:

- Mist on the drive in. Great, rolling clouds of it.

- Swing Low. I should note this as a high point every day, perhaps, but it's one of those beautiful little things you just start taking for granted.

- Hugs. Billions of hugs. Last day is completely made of hugs.

- Drunk & Disorderly's last show, which filled Mac's Pub with transcendent harmonies

- Two Children Left Behind. Three words: Erotic Mad-Libs Hamlet. Plus, you can't argue with comedy that ends in death... and Flying Spaghetti Monster jokes (complete with some random uncooked spaghetti that came flying over the wall from backstage - yay for last day when everybody starts messing with each others' shows). Now that I finally caught one of their shows this year, I'm even more pissed I didn't watch the clock closer so I could hit all the other ones.

- Playing on the streets with Purple Gypsy. And getting a taste of Egyptian mead. (mmmmyum - Trinket likes mead, gods help me)

- My wooden duck. Purple Gypsy asked what sort of random stuff Trinket was accumulating for her rear, and ended up suggesting rubber ducks. I said I was trying to keep it a bit more period - and so she gave Trinket a wooden duck. I'm going to have to devise a harness-type thing for it to hang from my belt (it's a little too heavy for the netting of the skirt), as Trinket was horrified at the concept of just tying a piece of string around its neck and letting it dangle.

- Privy Revels. The standard "Five Constipated Men" complete with privy door percussion. I played in a privy - my year is complete. (There were plans for a privy pack later in the day - but I never made connections *sigh*)

- Privy Run. I actually saw someone execute one of these for the first time in probably a decade. Or more. The middle-aged woman who was the run's victim looked like she was having the time of her life.

- Run-by musicianing for peasant country dance. Note to self: next time, find out if they have a set stopping place, or if they'll just keep going until you quit playing. Oops.

- Unicorn favor. I know some faires are big on passing out favors as tokens of appreciation, but ours isn't generally one of them. I just played for the unicorn party because I thought it was fun, and I wasn't busy - so this was unexpected and extra cool. It's too nice to go on Trinket's butt, though, and I fear for it on my bodice or vest strap (I've lost too many nice pins to my recorder sling and shoulder-bag).... hat, maybe?

- Post-parade show. Erin's been "stealing" people's stuff all year, and apparently someone arranged it with the king that some Royal Justice would be meted out, and Erin would be forced to carry everything she'd stolen for the rest of the day. This is especially funny, as right before Parade she made off with the Royal Navy's boat... which is a boat without a bottom, and with rope shoulder straps, and I think it takes at least two (preferably three) people to carry it comfortably. Those who knew what was coming were laughing around corners, and it made the comment I heard behind her of "Sofia, are you're sure you've thought this through?" even funnier. Yet again, however, Erin completely stole the show. I don't think anyone expected her to have a list of everything she'd swiped. (Good god, that woman's been busy) The king did have to modify the decree so that the queen got her crown back, or it would've spent the rest of the day in the wagon-basket. And with a true step of flair, she ordered several peasants to carry the boat and the wagon for her. I felt like I should grovel at her feet for her sheer awesomeness... except, since she's Villain of the Year, I should probably be doing that anyway.

- Vilification Tennis. Final Vil is always utterly unpredictable and terribly funny - but I think this had to be one of the better ones. Holy crap was Antonia on top of her game - that off-the-cuff stuff just about made me fall off the trash bag frame I'd claimed as a perch so I could see over the throngs. Also funny: Hayrold and Chrysto coming up in suits and tailoring things a bit to make it like they were political candidates... including Chrysto kissing a baby. (As it was his baby, however, I'm not sure it counts.) Of course, they had bodyguards... Angus with his claymore, and Taffy in full M.P. gear. (Or, if it wasn't FULL gear, it was still damn impressive) Funniest part was when the flipped peasant landed heads and Pog mo Thoin had called tails - and Taffy went over and looked menacing, whereupon he threw himself on his face.

- Assisting two lovely grey-haired women in their quest for bean. I ran into them around nine in the morning over by what used to be the Hand Maid Sweets tower and asked if they were lost, as they had their maps out. They said they were wonderfully lost, but only had one problem - they hadn't had coffee yet and didn't know where to find it. So I escorted them to Tillie's, asking what they'd done so far, and they regaled me with the fact that they'd learned to make paper. And books. And they were going to make books and fill them with wise sayings and complete drivel. They figured the drivel would be fairly easy, but they might have to ask around for wisdom. They were sad that Tillie's only served in paperboard, but I think by the end of our conversation I had them convinced to find a good pottery mug somewhere in the village and use that, as there was such a beautiful diversity about. I rather hoped I'd run into them again, but never did. I hope they had a fantastic day - they seemed like they were all set for it.

- Pipes and drums jam over at the drum shop where the BLT used to be. Trinket REALLY likes bagpipes, and damn they're cool with a good tribal beat.

- Running across Aragorn. I didn't play with him - and in fact haven't had the chance to see him much at all, but he's one of those folks who when you see him walking down the lane you know unmistakably who he is... and you BELIEVE. It's like he carries his own bubble of reality with him. Always a pleasure, even in passing.

- Closing Gate show. Improv chaos at its finest... my one regret was that I couldn't hear the Dregs rewrite of "End of the World (Fest) As We Know It" - only one line from the song "YOU CAN'T SAVE FITZ!" wafted back, but I'm betting the rest was hysterical.

- The Final Festivities. Drum Jam descending, Master Shakespeare, the Royals - "Health to the Company" and "Parting Glass" and the tolling of the bell and a beautiful half-clouded sky. I only wubbed a little... until the queen started singing a song that's new to the liturgy of Festival's ending. Not sure what the title was, but the refrain was "Merry meet, merry part, and merry meet again." (I'm a bad Pagan - this might be something terribly common, but I never go to group things...) THEN I lost it.

I stalled leaving. A freaking lot.

Gathered hugs from folks still milling in the Front Gate area, chatted with Barb under an oak in the Stocks lane, and then finally I wandered toward the car.

Oh. Hey. Lights in the Queen's Tea tent. Of course I had to swing by to see if there was anyone to hug... only to find that there were a LOT of people to hug... Gretchen & a couple others from the serving group, plus a whole passel of Brusts: Corwin and Dee and the kids, and Steve, who was in town today. And there were instruments. And Steve knows the funniest songs on the planet, so of course I had to stick around a bit... especially since apparently other people would be coming and bringing THEIR instruments....

When I finally wandered for my car, it was with music from the tent wafting after me. It started raining as I got to the parking lot, and was coming down at a good clip by the time I hit the highway.



Mist in. Rain out. And knowing there were people dry and full of music, playing in an oasis of light amidst the darkness and packing-up of the rest of Fest.

Best. Year. Ever.

 my Street Fighter controllers for PS2  and Xbox  

Chun li ,Ryu and Gulie

Flidhais, Deer Spirit

In perfect follow-up to my previous two entries, Dance Of The Divine Feminine (describing the concept of birefringence as it pertains to the second of my shaman stones) and Witch's Shofar (which rests between the two entries describing my first and second shaman stones, and tells of my encounter with a deer Erev Rosh Hashanah) comes my entry regarding my third shaman stone. It is a Deer Creek fire agate (shown below).

Usually the eleventh shaman stone in Celtic magic, according to my experience, in the system unique to my particularity, the spirit of Deer (Flidhais) numbers third. A such, my Deer spirit fire agate corresponds to Da'at (Knowledge), the external manifestation of Keter (Crown).

Catrin James writes (Doorways To The Otherworld) of the Spirit of Deer in Celtic magic:

She is associated with Gwenhwyfar, whom in ancient Celtic is described as sacred love. "Gwenhwyfar of the deer glance" [see my entry Witch's Shofar]. In Native American tradition, she comes forth to tell you that you are loved. To remember that when life presses hard upon you and you feel no love, that somewhere in time you have been loved before. And so too you shall be loved again, someone shall look upon you with eyes of total and enduring devotion, union of soul and spirit, Divine love yes, but human love too [here's the birefringence concept again] in its highest form.

The Deer spirit and her contact with you is that you may know of this sacred love, a love from which you may feel you have been exiled, and she comes to tell you that love endures forever, that which you have known somewhere, in some other time, in some other realm, so surely you shall find again.

The Deer spirit stone also represents an Ancestor or Ancestress who loves you completely, and comes to let you know that he or she is with you.

I am not alone.

My Deer Creek fire agate will be marked in Hebrew letters with the word ahavah (אהבה), which is love associated with the unity of Echad. Echad will be marked in Bardic Runes. The Malchut (of Echad) will be marked in Ogham letters.

Is there a password for us fan  club members to purchase tickets earlier than they go on sale?  Please help!!!!!!!!!!!

Well its that time of the year again!! The season will be starting in one month!! I cant wait. I am so glade to see these guys again. I am excited to see what they bring out to the court. I cant wait to see Mo playing in the Wine and Gold, I cant wait to see Daniel and Delonte doing their thing, and of course LeBron wowing everybody...well I just cant wait to see all of them playing...the team will be wowing us this year. I think its going to be a big season!!! Again I cant wait....GO CAVS!!!!!

Janet Jackson has been hospitalized with an undisclosed illness, resulting in the abrupt cancellation of last night’s (September 29) “Rock Witchu Tour” Montreal show. A representative for the pop star confirmed she suddenly became ill while completing a routine sound check. The cancellation was announced to disappointed fans just minutes before LL Cool J’s opening set. This marks Jackson’s second “Rock Witchu Tour” cancellation in three days, as last Friday (September 27) the singer nixed a show due to “production budget constraints.” At press time, Jackson, who recently severed ties with Island/Def Jam, remains in stable condition

Hola  a todos me facina que podamos hablar  e intercambiar opiniones, fotos, videos y muchisimas cosas. asi que gracias por visitar mi pagina oficial  espero que puedas acompanarme.

Hola  a todos me facina que podamos hablar  e intercambiar opiniones, fotos, videos y muchisimas cosas. asi que gracias por visitar mi pagina oficial  espero que puedas acompanarme.

Major League Baseball might have the dumbest tie-breaking formula in all ofmajor sports.  The Chicago White Sox and Minnesota Twins finished the season (kind of) with identical records.  Minnesota was 10-8 against the White Sox through 162 games. Logic says the Twins should win the division.

Sometimes the MLB doesn't operate on logic.

MLB says that the two teams must play one more game, tonight (Tuesday) to decide who wins the AL Central.  OK, then the Twins should at least host the deciding game right?  Wrong.

Baseball decided that home-field should be decided by a coin flip.  The reason?  They needed to know, for logistics, where the game would be played if necessary three weeks ago before the teams had finished playing each other.  Sure, it is much easier for a team to be able to sell tickets three weeks in advance of a game that may or may not be played.  But the teams finished play a week ago.  That would give the Twins plenty of time to sell tickets to a game that wasn't even for sure going to be played until YESTERDAY, the day AFTER the regular season ended.

And so what if two teams play each other the last weekend of the season?  Let both teams sell tickets and the one who loses out can just buy them back or allow for refunds the following year.

However, that isn't even the weirdest, or dumbest, part of this debacle. 

Technically, tonight's game is a regular season game.  That's right, it's not a play-in game, or a one game playoff.  It is game number 163 (home game number 82 for the White Sox). 

One of the beauties of baseball is that there are 162 games.  It's not a sprint, it's a marathon.  Over the course of 162 games, we should be able to determine who is the better team.  You can't hide a weakness for that long.

After 162 games this season, Minesota is better than Chicago.  It's that simple.  As an impartial observer, if one teams beats another 10 out of 18 times, they are the better team.  Baseball should recognize that.  If Chicago wins tonight, they will be 10-9 against Minnesota this year, and the Twins will STILL be the better team.

Regardless of tonight's outcome, the Twins should be in the playoffs.

Guess who?

None other than Lindsay Lohan & Samantha Ronson in Mexico!

A lil getaway?!?

Jennifer Aniston soaks in the sun on a beach in Los Cabos, Mexico.

Does she look good here? I'm hearing some mixed reviews?!

Here is your first glimpse of DJ AM since the fatal plane crash.

The 35-year-old, whose real name is Adam Goldstein, stepped out to attend a memorial service for Travis Barker's assistant, Chris Baker. Mourners were asked to wear green to the service, which was held at Forest Lawn Memorial Park in Hollywood.

Check out this sneak peak of the High School Musical 3: Senior Year cast getting ready for prom in the "A Night To Remember" music video.

I logged on to 'My Telegraph' because I was curious to hear the Alexander McCall Smith e-book "Corduroy Mansions".  I'm downloading each chapter as it becomes available but haven't listened to any yet.  However, having reached the McCall Smith page I clicked through to the details about his competition and found, to my great interest, that there's an active community of writers who a) regularly share their work and b) are up for a challenge.  I've read a few paragraphs of Goth Queen's work and a bit of Anthony Saunders' first chapter, but nothing else as yet.

Entering the competition is, I think, a tall order for me at my present stage of commitment to creative writing.  At the moment I tend to write on an old IBM Thinkpad in the late evening when my wife is using our main computer in  another room.  For the first time ever my scribbles have actually developed into a story that I think might have some legs. The characters and some of the plot themes are coalescing in my imagination.  I've got a first chapter that I'm happy with at the moment, which I'm  sharing with you as my first blog post.  I'd appreciate some comments please if you can find the time to give me your thoughts.

I know that I have a long way to go.  If I actually finish the story, I shall probably have to do a couple of re-writes.  At the moment I'm concentrating on narrative and plot at the expense of scene setting and descriptions. I shall need to flesh out the lives of my characters so that their motives and emotions are given depth. I think I would find my first effort unsatisfactory  if these elements were significantly absent. 

Anyway, here's chapter one of the story... 

          Tom Payne was leaning on the mahogany theatre bar. He had just picked up his drink, a slimline tonic with ice and lemon - he didn't want anything too heavy and he was not in the mood for serious drinking. He didn't think he'd be staying long. He'd got a home to drive to and more work to do when he got there. His over-stuffed briefcase was on the floor by his feet and he felt just a little weary. It had been another long day in the local Crown Court working on a particularly difficult brief. 

            The bar was crowded with theatre patrons, drinks in hands, animated in lively conversation. It was interesting to see the mix of local society and to note that some people still made an effort to dress for the theatre, making an occasion of it, whilst others...well, just didn't. He liked to be smartly turned out when he was on public view-he was a professional and he needed to look professional. Tonight, however, he couldn't wait to get out of his sharply-pressed, Savile Row-tailored blue pin-striped suit and his black leather Oxfords. He lazily turned to look around, scanning the room with an eye that was much practiced in observing people and human nature. He was hoping to see Joe Carter, an old friend and former colleague. He'd bumped into him in the Crown Court earlier in the week. It was fortunate that they were not on opposite sides.  Meeting him again had brought back some good memories of vigorous debates at Oxford, where they had adjoining rooms in College. They'd taken Silk in the same Chambers and both had chosen to specialise in criminal law. 

            He was thinking that it wouldn't be long before the bar would empty as patrons took their seats. The evening performance of The Merchant of Venice would be starting in twenty minutes. It looked as though he would have little opportunity to do more than arrange to meet Joe at a more convenient time. Perhaps they could have a meal together before Joe's case finished and he had to return to Lewes? He hoped that he had not wasted his time coming. Had Joe already taken his seat, he wondered? As he gazed intently towards the doors through which he expected Joe to enter, a sixth sense made the back of his neck tingle. He suddenly became intensely aware of the woman standing next to him. He'd noticed her, of course, when he finally made it to a space at the bar and found himself standing next to her. The perfume she was wearing was subtly intrusive and pleasantly sensual. His first impressions were good. In fact, very good. She had both presence and poise. A glass of white wine in her hand was held with an easy grace and she was wearing clothes that were more understated than ordinary. But now, he had a sense that she was studying him...he eased round to face in her direction and briefly glanced towards her. 

            Their eyes met and locked. There was an instant spark of recognition, yet he was sure he didn't know her! Suddenly it was as though they were no longer strangers. They looked at each other for what seemed a timeless moment - then she broke the ice.

"Have we met before?" She tilted her head quizzically. "You look familiar. I feel I should know you from somewhere..."

"I don't think so," he replied with a smile. "You don't look like the sort of woman I would ever forget."  He cringed inside as he thought "What a corny line!"

Completely composed, she received the compliment with grace, tilted her head back slightly and smiled. "I really did think that I knew you from somewhere" she said, a slight coolness in her tone. "I'm not trying to score."  

"Of course not. I never imagined that you were. But I had started to hope that this conversation might be going somewhere interesting.  Can I get you another drink or something else perhaps?"  His banter was impishly challenging, and slightly delicious. He couldn't resist flirting with her; she was, after all, really rather attractive. He wondered who she was and was she alone.

"I'm afraid not. As you can see, I've got one already."

Was that a put down? Perhaps not. Her tone of voice hadn't altered.

"I noticed," he said. "Perhaps another time?" It was called a leading question in the trade and often not allowed, but he wanted to see where it might take him.

"There isn't time - the performance will be starting soon. And anyway, it might be a bit awkward. I'm with someone tonight and he'll be here soon." She raised her glass and sipped the wine. He was conscious of an intense awareness of the shape of her mouth, the nape of her neck, the delicately golden glow of her skin and of every detail of her face. What was going on? It had been ages since he had felt this instant attraction to someone. 

            But what if there had been ‘time' - her reply clearly left the door open for another meeting. His mind latched onto the subtle significance of the word "tonight" - perhaps her companion was a colleague and not the ubiquitous boyfriend! He began to think that an interesting stage in his life might be about to start. He still had a few moments to claim her attention and develop the conversation. Did he want to. Why not.

"I'm afraid that I can't stay to watch the play. I've got people to see and things to do. I just stopped by on the off-chance of seeing an old friend for a few minutes.  He said he'd got tickets for tonight and suggested that I tried to get one too but that wasn't feasible - so I thought I'd make an effort to come along in case we could chat for a bit before the performance. I can't see him yet. I hope I haven't missed him?"

"I hope you haven't, for your sake," she said. "It's a shame you haven't got a ticket. The performance will be starting soon and this cast have had very good reviews." 

            She hoped that her interest in him wasn't too blatant. She knew, instinctively, that she liked him. She didn't know why, or what it was that made him seem so familiar to her. And she really did wish that she could continue their chat. But he hadn't got a ticket, so he wouldn't be staying long, and he was waiting to meet his friend. 

"Do you like theatre very much?" she asked, "I'm really looking forward to this production.  I haven't seen "The Merchant" since I did it for "A" levels." 

"I am quite fond of theatre" Tom replied. "The Merchant is really quite an appropriate theme for someone in my line of business. I think the last play that I went to was by Agatha Christie - going to see whodunits is a bit like a busman's holiday for me. I sometimes wish I was more adventurous but finding the time is the problem."  

   &n

 hey whats up people! who wants to chat?

Ok, so I did a movie in late August for something called the Film Race.  All the teams had 24 hours to write, shoot, edit, and turn in a movie.  Now my movie was picked as one of the top 9 of the city and people can vote on it.  The problem is, there were only 4 people on the entire cast and crew for filming.  So we're already down when it comes to votes compared to everyone else that had full casts and crews.

I'm turning to the WWE Universe for help.  Yes, this is a shameless promotion and I'm asking people to vote on something that they probably don't care about, but whatever.  That's the beauty of the Internet!  Sadly, there is no wrestling in the movie.  But there are two hot babes and one of them makes reference to wrestling.  Good enough?  No.  Ok.  Well, here's the link.

http://www.filmracing.com/Films/competitions/washingtondc2008.htm

The movie is called "That's What She Said".  Easy title to remember.  Please vote.  I don't want to loose just because my team was too small.  I'd rather loose because movie sucked.  That I could live with.  But it doesn't suck!  That's the best part!  And if you think it sucked, I don't care!  Vote for it anyway!  Why?  Because us wrestling fans should stick together.  Any of this worked?  "That's What She Said".  Voting closes Oct. 5th, I think.  They really weren't clear on that.  So don't delay!  Vote today!  Smackdown Your Vote!  You have the power...

Wow, I'm totally glad to be back on here! I have been away from the web alot.  So keeping this short, lots of pics updated weekly on my site

www.ArwenRenaissance.com

And I have a brand new blog on my site

www.ArwenRenaissance.com/blog

Will be back soon!!