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9:25, Monday morning.
My back hurts.
But oh, what a weekend. Let's take Friday, for a start.
Friday night, the RHIS is tickin' along, kicking Much Ass as usual - and then @home decides to fall off the net in a particularly nasty way. The DNS server went bandy. So I could IRC, but that was about it and frankly I'm surprised I could even do that. Why is this a problem?
Because *that night* is the night Arthur "Boog" Levesque and a couple people from Crazed Imaginations decide to show up and dig the show. Suddenly, I can't give them one. Quiet, Berry. ;)
Thanks be to Furter for SmokyBehr, he saved the night by giving that lot some tunage to dig. This could have been the single biggest night for our show yet, and it wasn't. Three heavyweights in the RHPS fan community in the house, and I can't so much as whistle at them.
So here I am, feeling more depressed than William Shatner on his last toupee.. and what happens?
Damned if the Fiddlers Three didn't dig the high holy hell out of things, anyway. Even at halfspeed and with Da Behr's able assistance, we managed to kick ass. People, we're *good*.
To make matters even better, the Crazed Imaginations folk show up on Saturday night, fresh from the disappointment of not being able to make the Minnesota cast (Transvestite Soup) show, and they hang with us. Now, just how cool is that?
Besides, the RHIS now has an official mascot - Niles Da WarPiggy! Wh00p!
DocW
My back hurts.
But oh, what a weekend. Let's take Friday, for a start.
Friday night, the RHIS is tickin' along, kicking Much Ass as usual - and then @home decides to fall off the net in a particularly nasty way. The DNS server went bandy. So I could IRC, but that was about it and frankly I'm surprised I could even do that. Why is this a problem?
Because *that night* is the night Arthur "Boog" Levesque and a couple people from Crazed Imaginations decide to show up and dig the show. Suddenly, I can't give them one. Quiet, Berry. ;)
Thanks be to Furter for SmokyBehr, he saved the night by giving that lot some tunage to dig. This could have been the single biggest night for our show yet, and it wasn't. Three heavyweights in the RHPS fan community in the house, and I can't so much as whistle at them.
So here I am, feeling more depressed than William Shatner on his last toupee.. and what happens?
Damned if the Fiddlers Three didn't dig the high holy hell out of things, anyway. Even at halfspeed and with Da Behr's able assistance, we managed to kick ass. People, we're *good*.
To make matters even better, the Crazed Imaginations folk show up on Saturday night, fresh from the disappointment of not being able to make the Minnesota cast (Transvestite Soup) show, and they hang with us. Now, just how cool is that?
Besides, the RHIS now has an official mascot - Niles Da WarPiggy! Wh00p!
DocW
