Friday, January 4, 2013

The Twelve Days of Yule Fest


Well, well, and a happy New Year to all my friends, and a big shout-out to the girls at Madame Celestine's. We continue to have a mutually satisfying relationship, which has now also become financially remunerative. Some weeks ago I was paid a rather large commission by Madame Celestine to make a promotional moving picture for her establishment. With a little help from my friends, this is the result

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AdtxTWzBN2s

Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental and is not my fault. It's bound to increase business (which was already booming, let me assure you). Perhaps Madame will have to think about opening a branch in Snowbourne. Maybe a franchise?

Anyway, in other news, I visited Frostbluff once or twice, but, quite frankly, it was dead boring. The first day was OK, as I ran around building a snowman and drinking beer, so I went there on the second day hoping for a bit more fun. What a bloody scam! All the jobs that needed to be done were... get this... exactly the same! I couldn't believe it. Booooooorrrrrrrring. Bugger this, I thought, and headed back to Bree for a restorative drink.

Not that Hotbolt is much better. I was drafted into rebuilding this nasty little town that was burned down by orcs, but, quite frankly, I'm just not that into DIY. That's what plebeian tradespeople are for. I mean, who's going to be more efficient at fixing your toilet - a Rose Rockstar Super-Hero, or a boring plumber person who probably wears shades of brown? Yeah, what I thought, too.

But the nasty man, Beorbrand, didn't give me a lot of choice. He said I had to shut up and just do it. Then he told me to shut up again. And again. And again. Etc. Bastard. Still, never one to make a fuss (not like some prima donnas I could mention), I buckled down to the job. What a pain. Like I care about Hotbolt Tent Enhancements IV. I'm looking out for the Madame Celestine's Franchise Establishment Inhabitants III, but no luck yet.

I suppose it's traditional at this time to do a roundup of the past year. A sort of personal retropective, an emotionally sensitive (yet psychologically penetrating) examination of one's accomplishments and failures. Cennwyn tried, but got drunk instead. Much better idea I thought.

I'm not even going to try. It's another year. I'm still the Rose Rockstar. Oh yeah.

1 comment:

  1. I often try to do things and get drunk instead. Path of least resistance, you know.

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