Housefilk! Queens, Sunday, June 19, 2011

In honor of "we haven't had a housefilk in the NYC area in ever so long" and "Contata's at the beginning of next month, holy *%~@#!", the lovely drcpunk and I are holding a housefilk at our home ("The Bookery") in Queens this Sunday - June 19th, 2011 (the day after drcpunk's birthday), noon to 6pm -- those who come early have volunteered to help set up; those who stay late have volunteered to attend the following concom meeting.  .

 

The Bookery
48-38 48th ST APT 3F
Woodside, New York, 11377

Directions:

Take the 7 local train to 46th. Exit at the 47th street exit.
Coming out of the stairs, you will be in the middle of Queens
Boulevard, with street on both sides. Turn right.
Also, if you find that you are facing brown awnings
with the "Sunnyside Grill" or the Starbucks, you're facing the
wrong direction, whereas if you see the "Sunnyside" sign (on
46th) or a cigar shop, (on 47th), you're probably facing the
right way.
Cross Queens Boulevard, and continue along 47th street to 48th Avenue.
Turn left (facing east).
Walk one block east, to 48th street. Turn right.
Go about 2/3 of the way down the block, and ring the top-left buzzer,
which is marked 3F.

If you get lost, call the house phone: 718-937-8919

Do RSVP if you can--and while I'll try to get some snacks before the day, if you want to make sure you can get snacks you like, I reccomend bringing them.

Filk Fragment: Slaying Wizard

Has anyone else noticed that some of their best work is in response to someone else trying something similar and missing the mark or abandoning it? No? Probably just me, then.

Anyway, someone posted a not quite coherent version of this on Enworld, so I responded with this. So far, I've enough willpower to avoid filking the entire song...

Slaying Wizard
ttto: Pinball Wizard, by Pete Townshend
lyrics: Joshua Kronengold

Ever since I was a young elf, I've wanted to stand tall,
From Fallcrest down to Nentir, I must have fought them all,
But I ain't seen nothing like him, in any bar or hall,
That deaf, dumb, blind assassin, sure wields a nasty maul.

He stands like a statue, hides himself within plain sight,
Blends into the background, if it's dark or if it's light,
He shrouds his foes in darkness, while he stands back from the fight,
That deaf, dumb, blind assassin, sure wields a nasty maul.

He's a slaying wizard, there's got to be a catch,
A slaying wizard, I've never seen his match.