awmperry

Am I mad?

I think I might be mad. Do I look mad? Some say I'm mad. I don't think I'm mad. I just get these headaches. No, I'm probably not mad. All right, maybe a bit.

Anyway, my point is that I've never been a big fan of dressing up for conventions, and now I've had three ideas in a couple of days.

The first is of course the Cunning Plan (the <i>secret</i> Cunning Plan, so don't ask) that I'm plotting with the Glingle Feegle and, well, anyone else who wants to help out.

The second is the ridiculous idea of dressing up as a giant name tag. That's a "don't ask" idea too, but for totally different and much more disturbing reasons.

The third is the one that just popped into my head. Naturally I'll be wanting to be in the Guild of Conjurors, Musicians, Entertainers and Associated Vagrants, but I had an evil idea for the Church of Om.

Therefore - some of you see where this is going, I'm sure - I shall see if I can put together an outfit for the Church of Om. Inquisitor Toast-The-Ungodly-On-The-Griddle-Of-Light-Punishment. An inquisitor who joined the Entertainers' guild because he has entirely the wrong approach to his work...