...can't say that I blame the judges, either: my documentation was ehh. It was an A&S (Arts and Sciences) competition, not a bardic, so that sort of thing was important. Jaymiel (my fiancee, for those tuning in late*) won her (and my, darnit) category for best Poetry with her translation of and exhaustive commentary on a rather interesting Old English poem that may be about two separated lovers, unless of course it's about two wolves. It's hard to tell, what with all the spelling errors in the original; remember, kids, use spellcheck or risk giving some poor frazzled researcher a millenium down the line heartburn. You might be a primary source, someday: don't make the archivists regret it.
Anyway. Good event, nice shade, we went over to Michael and Rivka's afterwards and saw their new daughter, who we all agreed was the most wonderful baby ever born. Which has nothing to do with anything in the previous paragraph, but it's my blog and I don't need an excuse.
Other than that, not much. Updated bloglinks - did I mention that Dead Inside was nifty? - and am now trying to figure out where I packed my copy of Tim Power's The Stress of Her Regard, or even if I did. Since I apparently have actual readers, if one of you fine folks who happens to have your own copy (and if you don't, well, get one. And pretty much the rest of Tim Powers, post-but-including-Drawing of the Dark) can look up the term "eiserne bresche" and tell me how it's actually spelled, I'd be ever so grateful.
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