I can always spare some time from human butchery to do a little fencing. I’ve got time management skills.
Maeglin’s Day Planner
9AM - Auto-da-fé. Everyone loves the smell of an execution in the morning.
11AM - Branding and public flaying
12 PM - Seminar on Permanent Nerve Damage
1 PM - Lunch
2 PM - Fence with screech
And the rest of my afternoon is open for whatever random and time-sensitive excruciations will be necessary.
It will be called **The Velveteen Rub **.
Well,
Crankyasanoldman will be on the front poarch yelling at the local kids to stay out or our yard.
Jarbaby I nominate to be our crazy aunt locked in the attic.
And my sister Creaky and I will be somewhere around. 
I don’t fence well, but if Maeglin can’t tell his leg from his arm, maybe I do stand a chance against him.
<ducks and runs away, singing>
“What a day, what a day
for an auto-da-fé…”
I’m sensing a Velveteen Rabbit joke with my name on it, but its just not coming. Besides, I don’t want to hijack the thread. See how good I am? 
I feel like a million bucks after that fabulous massage so I think I’m gonna take my horse[sub]click on “Orion” in the index[/sub] for a ride. Anyone want to join me?
:heads out to the stable:
The Witch sits back in the workshop watching the dustmotes winking in a shaft of light. She has just finished a series of mosaic-tiled stepping stones to mark the path to the garden and Persephone’s altar. She flexes and unflexes her fingers to loosen them and rolls her head to work out the kinks in her neck. Perhaps a trip to the velveteen rub?
She sweeps up, puts her tools away, and lovingly caresses the compound miter saw as she walks out of the workshop and to the shower. After a thorough sudsing and rinse, The Witch dons her diaphonous after-work robes and glides to the grill to get some dinner. On the way, she stops for an extra-large vodka tonic, which she sips as she strolls.
After a delicious dinner, it’s out to the grounds to frolic a bit in the starlight.
Give it time, little one, give it time.
Peeking out the window, is that Demo and Doob in the wave pool surfing?
I’m just curious if I will be the only one out back playing on our own rollerhockey rink?
If so, I expect I could find some folks to play some chess with me by the fireside?
Or if not I guess I would just bide my time watching our extensive DVD collection on our Home theater with our 120" HDTV and full DTS surround sound.
Television sets are for pikers.
The Main Media Room would be equipped, of course, with a high-intensity LCD 1225 High Def video projector. The image would be approximately 12 feet wide, and 7.5 feet high.
Each room is equipped with a smaller LCD projector, similarly to the Main Room, they will be ceiling mounted and pre-focused. Media Interlock Jacks on each desk allow the input of video or computer images.
What else would we have? We’d also have a 70mm THX system. Because, movies are MOVIES. Not television shows.
::Straps on blades,shin guards and pads::
You’re on.
I know blur plays hockey too. Maybe he’ll join the game.
[sub]Not like y’all can beat me. :)[/sub]
Watch out! Canadian Girls learn how to play hockey early. And HARD.
[sub][sup]Hehehhhh[/sup][/sub]
I can see it now:
Ahhh a long day working on the mosiac tiles, I’ll just relax now and go…OOOOWWWWWWW!!! Oh shit I left the miter saw on…AHhhhhhhhhhh my hand!!! Cartoon???Maegllin??? Is there a doctor in the SDMB house??
Of course you do… 'cause I’m volunteering for official fowl-keeping duties. And not just any fowl, folks! No chickens here! We’ll need carrier pigeons, so we can keep in touch with the Dopers on the ‘outside.’ Some doves, ‘cause they’re pretty and I love things that coo. Ravens for all us Pagans. Falcons. And at least one buzzard, which will be taught to just sit and stare then will be rotated around each of the elder Dopers’ windowsills, just to freak them out. Any other feathered recommendations?
Count me in on the sauna. Years of co-ed sauna experience have taught me how to keep conversations focused from the neck up, but I might have to give into temptation from time to time! Anyone want to go in on an official sweat lodge?
[Homer voice]
Mmmmmm… sweaty Dopers…
[/Homer voice]
-BK
[QUOTE]
*Originally posted by Tripler *
Just let me know where the pool is supposed to go . .
[QUOTE]
O.K. so maybe I spoke a bit hastily.
Tripler I can pour concrete, frame, wire, do plumbing, plaster, and paint the house while you work on the pool. Build a huge one!
Taking off 30lb. toolbelt and suiting up:
Tretiak As a goalie, I’m sure you’d appreciate a defenceman who can clear out the slot, can I play too?
Sweating and bruised, but smiling ear to ear:
SDMBers Did I mention that I brew beer?
There’s rack space right by my mead carboys. Let me know if you need a hand–I’ll be in the brewery kitchen prepping for muscadine wine.
Ginger,
How about me and you take on the guys (Treiak,eunoia and blur) in a hockey game?
[sub]Just for the record, last game I played-last Wednesday-I cross-checked someone so hard, they sat out the rest of the game. I save all my frustrations for the rink, baby.[/sub]
Better mix up the teams, if all the dirty players are on the same team some guys might get hurt.
Hi
Yeah, and I ain’t letting you quit until I win my money back.
Here, you cut the deck. I’m dealing now, girlfriend.