while this topic is nothing new, it never really gets old (for me, anyway): the random shit i get to shop/purchase at my job. today’s favorite thing that came in the mail was the Museum Replicas Ltd catalog, featuring, among other things, renaissance eating utensils, packaged in a convenient leather pouch, “for the reenactor on the go!”

is ren faire-hopping really so stressful an activity? really?

now i am ordering 3 gallons of stage blood.