heh

I observed to miep the other day that people in fantasy novels never have real jobs. They are either nobles with money and land and fabulous clothes lying about or they are pickpockets, whores, swordsmen, etc. But no real jobs with relgular income. It occurs to me that maybe this is why I love the good stuff in the genre so much -- it's not the good clothes, or the inevitable queer in my reading choices -- oh no -- it's the lack of real jobs, since, you know, I don't really have one either.

I also, rather inexplicably (other than I am the master of odd plans and clothes), tried to convince wordsofastory to go to Lunacon so we could do Richard and Alec costumes.

*sigh*. I'm in a hell of a mood today, but I'm trying to spare you.