Um. Thank you all for putting up with me.
Just a couple things before I scramble to get something together for writing club:
- The rapture. I MISSED IT? Damn it--telling everyone it's Saturday and then, freaking New Zealand time, i just. Not that I was in any way thinking I was going to get slurped up to heaven (Hi, allow me to direct you to my gay incestuous porn fics) but I just thought. *pouts* It's kind of like sleeping through New Years--you know nothing monumental is going to happen, but it's still, like. Augh.
(But seriously, how ~coincidental is it that 10pm my time last night is the exact time the Supernatural finale ended? OoooOOOOOooooo.)
And I just got a text from a friend saying the rapture is tomorrow. I think everyone is wrong.
- Yesterday, at PotC4--this is not spoilery at all, don't worry about it--our smallish group of friends was standing around afterward chatting about the movie, and even though we'd all agreed to dress up like pirates I was the only one who really went for it. So I'm standing there, bodice and skirt and skull-and-crossbones jewelry, and this old guy I've never met before in my life sidles up to me, and starts mumbling out of the corner of his mouth.
I honestly couldn't tell you what he said. Something about ports and judges and hanging offenses and other vaguely piratey stuff, and I just went, "Uh....huh?" and smiled and nodded and then he went to go eat a cheeseburger with his wife.
o.O
I don't know why this keeps happening. Not mutterings about seafaring type things, because if more than one person ever did that I would freak right the fuck out, but with the whole--old men sidling up and mumbling things at me. Granted, the last time I can remember it happening was in Scotland in a pub, but still. If men feel the need to sidle up and mumble, I would much prefer they were a little bit closer to me in age. Like, within a decade.
Also maybe not so cryptic. That would be awesome.
- STEPHEN FRY GOT CAST IN THE HOBBIT? FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH