Here are some disjointed thoughts. Whatever, it's 11pm and my brain is gone. I'm shot.
...and now my brain is just quoting Paul Gross, so clearly this post can only go downhill from here. :D
"My question is in two parts" - seriously, how does that strike fear into one's heart regardless the scenario? It's like the convention equivalent of "hi my username is X underscore X". I was going to say "it's equal parts" but that's a LIE; it is in fact ninety nine percent horrifying and one percent hilarious how basically every feeling I have about SF conventions seems to fit ones relating to sports just as well. Especially when it comes to the desperate wish for ninjas to be able to drop from the ceiling and stop people saying awkward/mottsy/awful/inappropriate things. ONE DAY.
Silver got home from a month away yesterday, and within half an hour of Blade and I getting home he was pouring us shots. We are the most mature and functional of households. Mostly he was just really, really excited that we "finally have all the ingredients for quickfucks!" YES, L. ALL TWO OF THEM. We only mocked a little.
And then of course he pretty much got the last laugh, because I was explaining my poor sleeping habits for the last few days (2am Saturday morning, 5am Sunday morning, 1am Monday, and then what turned out to be about 1.30am Tuesday morning), Blade said "me too!" and then we tried to high five AND MISSED. Couldn't have scripted that one any better.
(I was going to go to bed early tonight but really that one was just doomed to failure from the word go.)
My lateness in going to bed this morning was at least for a very good reason, in that I grabbed
digitalsprawl from the airport, and then stole her back to my parents' place for the day. Sadly I had to work, but I managed to arrange things such that I could cut out a bit early and thus hang with her and my kitten before it was time to take her BACK to the airport on the continuation of her trip to the USA and Canada. I'm only a little jealous that the two point five Canadians get reunited soon, and that she gets a
missmollyetc and a
theycallmemynx as well.
...by which I mean if she wasn't going carryon only I'd have had a much better chance of trying to hide in her luggage. :D?
At some point I hope to ACTUALLY get around to writing up our trip from earlier this year. If only to explain why the short form of "ps Victorian evidence to the contrary I am awesome at secret plans!" is accurate. *grin* (I tease out of love!)
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"My question is in two parts" - seriously, how does that strike fear into one's heart regardless the scenario? It's like the convention equivalent of "hi my username is X underscore X". I was going to say "it's equal parts" but that's a LIE; it is in fact ninety nine percent horrifying and one percent hilarious how basically every feeling I have about SF conventions seems to fit ones relating to sports just as well. Especially when it comes to the desperate wish for ninjas to be able to drop from the ceiling and stop people saying awkward/mottsy/awful/inappropriate things. ONE DAY.
Silver got home from a month away yesterday, and within half an hour of Blade and I getting home he was pouring us shots. We are the most mature and functional of households. Mostly he was just really, really excited that we "finally have all the ingredients for quickfucks!" YES, L. ALL TWO OF THEM. We only mocked a little.
And then of course he pretty much got the last laugh, because I was explaining my poor sleeping habits for the last few days (2am Saturday morning, 5am Sunday morning, 1am Monday, and then what turned out to be about 1.30am Tuesday morning), Blade said "me too!" and then we tried to high five AND MISSED. Couldn't have scripted that one any better.
(I was going to go to bed early tonight but really that one was just doomed to failure from the word go.)
My lateness in going to bed this morning was at least for a very good reason, in that I grabbed
digitalsprawl from the airport, and then stole her back to my parents' place for the day. Sadly I had to work, but I managed to arrange things such that I could cut out a bit early and thus hang with her and my kitten before it was time to take her BACK to the airport on the continuation of her trip to the USA and Canada. I'm only a little jealous that the two point five Canadians get reunited soon, and that she gets a
missmollyetc and a
theycallmemynx as well.
...by which I mean if she wasn't going carryon only I'd have had a much better chance of trying to hide in her luggage. :D?
At some point I hope to ACTUALLY get around to writing up our trip from earlier this year. If only to explain why the short form of "ps Victorian evidence to the contrary I am awesome at secret plans!" is accurate. *grin* (I tease out of love!)
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