No more stories from Sister Girl as of yet; her flight home isn't until something like ten o'clock tomorrow night, so there's still time for her to report a few more shenanigans.

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"HEY..."

"Yeah?"

"I KNOW IT'S LOUD IN HERE [at ComicCon], SORRY... I CAN'T GET IN TO SEE NEIL GAIMAN, SO..."

"Oh, I didn't think you'd be able to, you've got to pay like $500 just to get near him..."

"YEAH... SO... THERE'S A MARIE ANTOINETTE FIGURE, IT'S GOT, LIKE, AN EJECTOR HEAD, WOULD YOU WANT THAT? THERE'S A DA VINCI, AND A..."

"Oh, yeah, ( Read more... )

"Hey, you know that part at the end of Cloverfield, where they're under the bridge?"

"Yeah?"

"What's it called? I think I'm there." ( Read more... )

Sister Girl wants you to know that she just met Ángel Salazar and someone who at first I thought was named "Shiraz," but upon IMDBing Best Week Ever, must be Sherrod Small, at a Comedy Central taping. (Look, we didn't have a good phone connection.) Thus concludes Her Life Is Cooler Than Mine, New York Edition, Part One of Five.


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Who returned to 600 comment alerts in her inbox? I DID, I DID!

So mostly, I dealt with trial news today. For those of you who wanted more context for JKR's testimony, the Leaky Cauldron has about as thorough a writeup as you can get without recording devices, although Melissa has had to recuse herself as of today because one of her emails got used ( Read more... )

Omg, Sister Girl is going to kill me. She asked me to ask y'all this, and Lexicongate put it clean out of my head ( Read more... )