I am a weak, weak fan girl...
Seriously. WEAK. I have ZERO resistance to the pretty.
I was at the con on Saturday, being a good girl, sitting in the auditorium with Nina - having no problem with self control when it came to the auction because I just don't have that kind of money, so it's a moot point - and I started thinking. Which really, only leads to badness.
I think, "Huh, 45 minutes till David's panel. He's been doing photo ops for a half hour. I bet he's not done. I bet there's still a line up. I wonder if..."
And suddenly I found myself buying a ticket and rushing down to the photo op room. Where I was, I kid you not, the last person in the line. LAST. FINAL. FINITO! The volunteers were waiting for their photo ops when I came screaming in.
And I actually am amazed - I don't hate how I look. It's not a bad photo. I didn't like me in the one from last year, but I actually think I look about as good as I can in the one. In last year's, I looked frumpy - in this one, I think I look a little quirky. But that works, cuz he looks like a smirky dork.
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!
I'd bought a piccy for outsideth3box so I could get DH to sign it. When I caved and got a photo op, I didn't think to buy another autograph ticket, cuz last year, the pics were not done until the next day. Well - they had them ready by autograph time - the problem was, they weren't selling tickets anymore. So then I agonized about getting the autograph for me, because I really am very selfish and shallow and OMG DH!! and then I saw someone give one of the volunteers money for a sticky note and found out that you could buy them - you just didn't get a ticket.
YAY! Dilemma resolved, I get to have my cake and eat it too.
So, I'm in the line with Kaliope, and when we get up there, I put out outsideth3box's photo. He is just about to start writing and I say, "Wait! You need to write something like this; outsideth3box, you are a very naughty girl - Dr. McKay Approves!"
He just looked at me for a second, made sure he understood exactly what I said, then gave me a shrug and wrote it. Hee hee hee. Ohh, David. It's just so much better that you don't understand these things, and you are a wise man to NOT ASK. Huh. Who knew that Don't Ask Don't Tell could actually have a use?
*snort*
So then, it's my turn. And As he is about to sign it, I turn to Kaliope and say, "Should I ask him to write something about bacon?"
And David, being a totally stream of consciousness kinda guy just went with it - I'm not sure if he even really processed what he was writing, cuz he spoke as he wrote it - "Mmmmm, Bacon!"
I just started cracking up. "You have no memory of that at all, do you?" I asked, laughing as he signed.
He kept scrawling his name while he shook his head and said, "Nope, no clue at - wait! Bacon. I remember that. That song. I just want to hold your Canadian Bacon!"
He looks up at me, slightly accusatory expression on his face. "Yeah, that's right, something about holding my bacon, who wrote that?"
I'm dying, I can't believe he remembered! So I tell him it was a friend, and then he says, "And you recorded the whole thing!"
So I screech to a halt. "How did you know that!?" I demand, because seriously, how the frack did he know that?
He rolled his eyes at me. "Well I looked over, and there I see someone with a camera, and I thought, 'oh great!'"
There were a few more words exchanged, but that was the gist of the conversation.
And here's my picture - MMMMM BACON!
I love David Hewlett with a passion that quite probably has it's very own DSM classification.
*snicker*
I was at the con on Saturday, being a good girl, sitting in the auditorium with Nina - having no problem with self control when it came to the auction because I just don't have that kind of money, so it's a moot point - and I started thinking. Which really, only leads to badness.
I think, "Huh, 45 minutes till David's panel. He's been doing photo ops for a half hour. I bet he's not done. I bet there's still a line up. I wonder if..."
And suddenly I found myself buying a ticket and rushing down to the photo op room. Where I was, I kid you not, the last person in the line. LAST. FINAL. FINITO! The volunteers were waiting for their photo ops when I came screaming in.
And I actually am amazed - I don't hate how I look. It's not a bad photo. I didn't like me in the one from last year, but I actually think I look about as good as I can in the one. In last year's, I looked frumpy - in this one, I think I look a little quirky. But that works, cuz he looks like a smirky dork.
BUT THAT'S NOT ALL!
I'd bought a piccy for outsideth3box so I could get DH to sign it. When I caved and got a photo op, I didn't think to buy another autograph ticket, cuz last year, the pics were not done until the next day. Well - they had them ready by autograph time - the problem was, they weren't selling tickets anymore. So then I agonized about getting the autograph for me, because I really am very selfish and shallow and OMG DH!! and then I saw someone give one of the volunteers money for a sticky note and found out that you could buy them - you just didn't get a ticket.
YAY! Dilemma resolved, I get to have my cake and eat it too.
So, I'm in the line with Kaliope, and when we get up there, I put out outsideth3box's photo. He is just about to start writing and I say, "Wait! You need to write something like this; outsideth3box, you are a very naughty girl - Dr. McKay Approves!"
He just looked at me for a second, made sure he understood exactly what I said, then gave me a shrug and wrote it. Hee hee hee. Ohh, David. It's just so much better that you don't understand these things, and you are a wise man to NOT ASK. Huh. Who knew that Don't Ask Don't Tell could actually have a use?
*snort*
So then, it's my turn. And As he is about to sign it, I turn to Kaliope and say, "Should I ask him to write something about bacon?"
And David, being a totally stream of consciousness kinda guy just went with it - I'm not sure if he even really processed what he was writing, cuz he spoke as he wrote it - "Mmmmm, Bacon!"
I just started cracking up. "You have no memory of that at all, do you?" I asked, laughing as he signed.
He kept scrawling his name while he shook his head and said, "Nope, no clue at - wait! Bacon. I remember that. That song. I just want to hold your Canadian Bacon!"
He looks up at me, slightly accusatory expression on his face. "Yeah, that's right, something about holding my bacon, who wrote that?"
I'm dying, I can't believe he remembered! So I tell him it was a friend, and then he says, "And you recorded the whole thing!"
So I screech to a halt. "How did you know that!?" I demand, because seriously, how the frack did he know that?
He rolled his eyes at me. "Well I looked over, and there I see someone with a camera, and I thought, 'oh great!'"
There were a few more words exchanged, but that was the gist of the conversation.
And here's my picture - MMMMM BACON!
I love David Hewlett with a passion that quite probably has it's very own DSM classification.
*snicker*