my boss told me to come in early and now he's not even here
happy birthday cee_m (fangirl of squee) and janedavitt (fangirl of slight restraint but also mother of fangirl). let there be cake!
dancing boys: *tango*
this weekend was in some ways utterly unsatisfying for me at least and i would like it stricken from the record, altho yesterday turned out to be a good day. i did walk to the store and back, did not get rained on, did acquire a spare umbrella because mine went missing (i thought i'd left it on the t in my travels saturday night, but in fact i'd just left it at work >.< ), and eventually crotalus_atrox and i left the house for some open studios - first farwing and corruptviridian, where sandra admired farwing's art and i admired corruptviridian's paper and farwing showed off the little card reader thing she had attached to her phone, and then the museum of modern renaissance which is a converted masonic lodge COVERED in brilliant murals. (well, inside anyway.) you can only see the great hall but it is totally worth checking out. and then we went out for sushi (again), and it was good. and now sandra has gone back to new york and i am bereft. i need more local friends, or at least more friends who are close enough for a bus trip.
(i am going to take this opportunity to mention that i love it when people visit me but i never know what to do with them when they do. and that i'm not always a stellar, selfless friend, and i'm not always the kind of friend you need at a particular point in time even tho i happen to be the friend who's there, but i'm trying and i want to be better.)
if you were thinking about going to wincon but haven't registered yet, registration is on sale today only! $95 (which i know isn't cheap, but then it goes back up to $115 so you're saving twenty bucks) until 12:30 tomorrow. doooooo eeeeeet. be with fangirls. go to dealey plaza with me. eat bbq. well, assuming you eat meat in the first place. but be with fangirls! we're a welcoming and squeeful bunch. :D and this will be my seventh wincon. holyshit. seven years. O.O i wonder how many of us there are who have been to every one.
art claims are open at spn-j2-bigbang and no one has claimed my fic yet and i feel like the last kid picked for kickball. i know every fic eventually gets an artist, but i hate thinking that no one wants mine. i always figure it's because i didn't write an enticing enough summary, or because i wrote something none of the artists want to read.
and speaking of, i already have an idea what i might want to write for next year - because sometimes i plan ahead - and believe me when i tell you that none of you are going to guess what it is. i'm not sure *i* believe it's something i want to write. i'm kind of amused at myself.
faux vintage style travel posters for planets - ski pluto! attend a grand prix on mercury! explore the crimson canyons of mars! fly europa air to jupiter! man, i wish that was real.
clark gregg, aka agent coulson, aka son of coul, explains "squee" - as in, he experienced it for himself. as in, he had squee. SO CUTE.
what happens when 240 lbs of dog shows love to dwayne (the rock) johnson - he shows love right back, of course.
dancing boys: *tango*
this weekend was in some ways utterly unsatisfying for me at least and i would like it stricken from the record, altho yesterday turned out to be a good day. i did walk to the store and back, did not get rained on, did acquire a spare umbrella because mine went missing (i thought i'd left it on the t in my travels saturday night, but in fact i'd just left it at work >.< ), and eventually crotalus_atrox and i left the house for some open studios - first farwing and corruptviridian, where sandra admired farwing's art and i admired corruptviridian's paper and farwing showed off the little card reader thing she had attached to her phone, and then the museum of modern renaissance which is a converted masonic lodge COVERED in brilliant murals. (well, inside anyway.) you can only see the great hall but it is totally worth checking out. and then we went out for sushi (again), and it was good. and now sandra has gone back to new york and i am bereft. i need more local friends, or at least more friends who are close enough for a bus trip.
(i am going to take this opportunity to mention that i love it when people visit me but i never know what to do with them when they do. and that i'm not always a stellar, selfless friend, and i'm not always the kind of friend you need at a particular point in time even tho i happen to be the friend who's there, but i'm trying and i want to be better.)
if you were thinking about going to wincon but haven't registered yet, registration is on sale today only! $95 (which i know isn't cheap, but then it goes back up to $115 so you're saving twenty bucks) until 12:30 tomorrow. doooooo eeeeeet. be with fangirls. go to dealey plaza with me. eat bbq. well, assuming you eat meat in the first place. but be with fangirls! we're a welcoming and squeeful bunch. :D and this will be my seventh wincon. holyshit. seven years. O.O i wonder how many of us there are who have been to every one.
art claims are open at spn-j2-bigbang and no one has claimed my fic yet and i feel like the last kid picked for kickball. i know every fic eventually gets an artist, but i hate thinking that no one wants mine. i always figure it's because i didn't write an enticing enough summary, or because i wrote something none of the artists want to read.
and speaking of, i already have an idea what i might want to write for next year - because sometimes i plan ahead - and believe me when i tell you that none of you are going to guess what it is. i'm not sure *i* believe it's something i want to write. i'm kind of amused at myself.
faux vintage style travel posters for planets - ski pluto! attend a grand prix on mercury! explore the crimson canyons of mars! fly europa air to jupiter! man, i wish that was real.
clark gregg, aka agent coulson, aka son of coul, explains "squee" - as in, he experienced it for himself. as in, he had squee. SO CUTE.
what happens when 240 lbs of dog shows love to dwayne (the rock) johnson - he shows love right back, of course.