Oh, really?

I might have a job next fall.
One of my friends from school (she graduated last year) called to see if I'd be interested in working with her at the Rennaisance Festival. I'd get in free, have discounts on food and suchlike, and only have to work one day each weekend. (Of course, some weekends I'd probably die of exhaustion between RenFest and band stuff, but what the hell.) Haven't decided yet, and will prolly have to be driving by then if I want the job. But still. Good way to start a career, isn't it?
Forgot to mention last night - we watched movies. It'd been the right amount of time since I saw Just Visiting for everything to be funny. And The Tuxedo... for a while there, I was considering never drinking bottled water again. That was before I figured out which water the baddie was talking about. At any rate, Pestilence pulled some inspiration from that, so I got some needed RPGing in.
Am about 40 pages into Hogfather (bought that yesterday, donchaknow). Teatime is... um... yeah.
Surprisingly (for a yardwork day, anyway), there was very little of War about the place. More like Pollution, once I got the garden hose out. Of course, it was mostly in the name of watering plants. And getting dirt off all these rocks we've got about the place. Which creates mud - even if it was in the name of cleanliness. (Sort of.)

here we go again...

otherwhiterider is harassing Ruka about SARS again. I expect this will happen a few more times before the whole thing blows over.
Should work on the weird alien!Jesus* story tonight, so as to get into the proper Easter-celebratory mood. XD But instead I'm here, so a message for tammaiya: ::lobbies for Met/Gabe story next::**
(Also, in terms of your reincarnated!Arthur story - couldn't you just call him Lance? That strikes me as working fairly well.)
Finally rolled those coins parents were bugging me about.
Morgan, I'm fairly sure I'm not one of Agnes Nutter's descendants. But you never know, now do you? (Most of my theory for not being as such has to do with the fact that far as we can tell, she's fictional. Also, she predicted a hell of a lot more than I've ever managed to; most of mine are piddling things anyway. Phone calls, locker numbers, whether somebody's foul shot goes in, that sort of thing.)

*Also alien!Mary Magdalene, it would seem. Why not?
**For those who don't know, investigate the most recent recs at foodless_diet.