Don't be silly. Everybody knows, a whitney is part imp, part troll.

And the North Wind says, 'my child, what are you up to?'

So, let's see. What am I up to lately?

Last week, I joined the Pirate Boot-camp and I realized that for the theatrical side of it, it may be romantic in all its glory but, the historical side of it is mostly blood, sweat, and tear. And I'm thinking that pirates are not sexy at all.

I am waiting for Mister William Turner and Captain Jack Sparrow to convince me otherwise comes this July.

(If Captain Jacque would like to bring out Tamson and his shiny boots to convince me, this would be the perfect opportunity for I do miss the silly fool.)

Last Tuesday, I started my Rune Magic class. Lovely. And interesting. Sort of a mixture between symbolic and secret codes. I was preparing for a new language, yes, but in no way was I prepared for the enormity of its complexity. If you think Shakespeare is difficult to decipher, shish, you don't want to be in the vicinity of Rune. There has not been a language that I learned that contains more double meaning, triple meaning, hidden meaning and, the worst of all, same word with contradicting meanings. Rune, itself, means 'to roar' or 'to whisper'. Well, on my spectrum of decibel, that is two opposite ends.

Rune. Complex. But, oh so sexy.

Unfortunately, Gaelic will have to be put on hold. With Rune, I have to study Germanic and it's difficult to take on 3 language studies at the same time. That will surely push me over that little 'thin fine line' into the insanity zone without a doubt.

Let's see what else? I'm also gearing up for the Renaissance Faire. I am so looking forward to that "Out of Bodice Experience" at the end of faire day. But first, classes, classes and classes. Lots of history And customary AND vocabulary to be put in my pocket before they let us roam free, rowdy and raunchy. Learn the rules before – properly – break them sort of speak.

I am thinking of joining The Puritans, which would be a major cross-over, since, right now, I am the wench who throws pie in their faces. Me and my character should really sit down and discuss this, in details. Mayhaps, I can bend the plot where the wench sees the light and join the army of The Holy Lord. Then again, I do like my grass-stained tatty greensleeve chemise and wearing black in such California Weather will bring me much misery, not to mention the likelihood of getting a heat-stroke or two. (Heat. Strokes. >_> Haha!! I amused myself most times. Cover your eyes, kids. See no evil or you shall find a one way ticket to hell, where it is warm and cozy and there will be lots of orgy. Are you covering your eyes?)

Dag Nibbit! I have got to get my brain out of the gutter. Commodore Osborne, when will you be traveling back? I hope Paris is extremely cold and lonely without me. I can, too, play well the role of a french h0r, you know?


Well, that is what I am up to, Mother North Wind. Carry my love, wherever you go. Adieu. I shall see you again soon.