January 2nd, 2005

Owl Side

My fabulous weekend...

...or why one should spend as much time with a regyt as is humanly possible.


  1. There is key lime pie for the baking and taking.
  2. One can occasionally find a treyvadi in surrounding areas.
  3. One can find oneself surrounded by people in tattered angel costumes telling stories and stories and more stories.
  4. One can find onself singing marvelously minor, previously unknown, and yet easily learned Jewish three part rounds.
  5. One can be left in quiet mental gibbers at the gloriousness of a good, deep bass voice doing cantorial acrobatics.
  6. One can fall over giggling at the best Invader Zim impressions ever.
  7. One can eat pumpkin spice bread and scones and chocolate covered ginger.
  8. One can drink much, much tea of strange and interesting varieties.
  9. One can be involved in glitter massage scritch piles.
  10. One can sing excerpts from the Sadomasochist on the Roof and Tom Lehrer.
  11. One can talk to a regyt until the bright hours of the morning about secrets and stories and love and plots of Escher nose drawings.
  12. There is the love. There is always the love.


Owl Side

Of Story (and regyt fandom, it must be admitted)

...because spending time with regyt always makes me think of Story. This is most likely because of her view that one's life is a Story and the best thing to do is make sure it's filled with interesting characters and that it's a good read.

The reminder of this, I think, is what's so important to me. And the fact that regyt herself is one of the most vibrant characters in my Story. Having just spent the weekend with her, I am full of inspiration to write and create and Make. I think this is one of the things most precious to me about regyt - that she brings forth in me this desire to fashion the fantastic from the shreds and folds and bits that are scattered around me everyday.

Here's to me regyt, Bringer of Magic.