A dented heart-shaped tin, a glass box, and an eraser in the shape of a cat.

[greygirlbeast]

The sun is so bright through my window, I only want to be outside. The leaves have reached that part of spring where they seem to blaze with green fire.

It's weird when the day begins with a phone conversation. My agent called this morning and we had an Encouraging Talk which left me eager to read Daughter of Hounds again and even more eager to

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[rysmiel]

I wonder if anyone's written The Mammoth Book of Mammoths? If not, I want to do so.

Oh yes. Also the Bumper book of Bumpers, and there probably is a Collins Gem Guide to Gems.

[rysmiel]

The Big Book of Big Books would be a bit silly though.

[sclerotic_rings]

If it's any consolation, Star Trek III was not only my first serious date movie, but it was also the movie that destroyed the relationship with my high school prom date. See, I caught it the day after I graduated from high school at its premiere, and I'd been looking forward to it for years. So had my date, and although she pretty much knew what was going to happen, she went completely postal with screaming when the Enterprise blew up. She pulled her hair, she pulled my hair, she pulled the hair of the guy in front of us, and I made the mistake of blaspheming against the Church of Saint Spock the Pointyeared: I said "Cynthia, it's only a movie."

She broke up with me two days later.

And now you know one of the many reasons why I lost interest in Star Trek shortly thereafter: if I'd wanted to hang out with that many religious fanatics, I'd go to a Riddell family reunion. It also set up a good level of snark for my abortive writing career: there's nothing quite like the look I got when I attended the Dallas opening of the "

[cucumberseed]

normally I don't stand for emoticons, but your story has moved me to trot one out to most accurately describe my reaction to those situations you described:

o_0

That said, my own most surreal encounter with Trek folk (-ies or -ers I am not certain, though I lean toward -ies for they were TNG) was playing the VHS board game with a bunch of people in crew persona. Having no Trek oriented persona of my own (and being a precocious and intoxicated 17 year old freshman in college) I played as Data's cat.

[greygirlbeast]

She broke up with me two days later.

Whoa.

"May I come as a Vorlon?"

*snork*

[sclerotic_rings]

When describing the look the provost gave me, I'm reminded of Molly Ivins' description "a mouth tighter than a chicken's asshole." I'm honestly surprised that I wasn't kicked out for that blasphemy; I get the same response when I tell people about my one attempt at action figure modification that gave me a talking Kosh action figure. (Of course, he yells "I am the great Cornholio! I need teepee for my bunghole!", but you have to start somewhere.)

[sclerotic_rings]

Oh, and I have to admit that the Natural History of Skull Island book was catnip for me, too, mostly because it tied directly to so many childhood interests. I'd love to believe that someone at Weta read an article I wrote on the implausibility of most lost worlds when they were doing all of that work, but I'm realistic in figuring that the Weta crew just had access to the same research.