Suicidal Snowflakes

Just because I have a short attention span doesn\’t mean I…

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Sorry for my incommunicado-ness. Was in sunny, gloriously warm LA for the con 🙂 Ok, the wrapup:

1) TORCHWOOD BABIES.   That’s all I haveta say.  I’d call it a spoiler, but it’s more like… an evil plan.  It involves flash animation and chibis.  Everybody likes chibis.   Or muppets.  We haven’t decided.  Who’s the saddest pouty-pants with the drooping diaper?? You are, baby Ianto! You are!  Presented in glorious technicolor by that guy with the TARDIS key who said I’m not allowed to say his name because he wants to continue working in that town.

2) Met the most adorable guy from South Hampton.  Ok, so like 90% of the people from the UK at the con were from South Hampton, or so it seemed to me and said adorable guy.  *waves to Jamie.*  Nice fellow who, like me, needs a couple of drinky-winkies to get over the debilitatin social anxiety disorder.  We spent pretty much the whole weekend together. And his roommate totally hooked up with someone at the con.

3) Similar to the Torchwood babies… it’s the torchwood kids.  OMGEEEZE.  Jack let me touch her gun 😉 Take from that what you will.  Well, angsty dead jack did.  Mostly living and posessing ambiguous levels of angst Jack just had really cute red suspenders.

4) Met all kinds of cool peepilz.  *waves to cool peepilz* who are too many to mention by name… I’ll forget someone then they’ll be sad because they’ll think I don’t think they’re cool peepilz.

5) There was sooooo much glorious booze.  Glorious, glorious non-sobriety.  Oh yeah, and hanging out at the bar with the writers wasn’t bad either.  Though I had to resist the urge to tell the guy who wrote the cyberman two-parter… Tom, honey… I had that hair cut in sixth grade.  My grandmother cut off the tail one night while I was sleeping because she couldn’t stand it any more.  And she was right to do so.  Either commit–mullet or no mullet 😉

6) Eight hours in the con room.  I’ll just kind of leave it at that.  I needed that booze that the nice kind people at TAC squad presented me with.

7) TOTALLY got out of dismantling and moving the TARDIS.  Twice.  First time I was too drunk by the time the second truck showed up, second time I got caught up in something involving tape and four inches of pipe and stuff

8) Spent WAAAY more money than we ought.  Now I have a TARDIS playset and a remote controlled Dalek to chase my cats with.  Now that I think about it, I should have gotten two, this way when the cat thinks its gotten away from one, I can send the other after her.

9) Got some action figures to populate my ginormous playset.  There’s just one problem: too much testosterone in the TARDIS.  Two werewolves, one kriltane, the tenth Doctor and Jack.  It sounds like a bad porno.  My husband’s reasoning is that we don’t need Rose because Rose isn’t there any more, bla bla bla, all kinds of guy reasons that don’t make sense and interfere with my wishful thinking… (yes, I know how incredibly lame I am for shipping 10/Rose and daydreaming about her coming back, especially since I’ve never shipped anything in my life, and due to the intrinsic transitive nature of the show, but dammit–let me have my dreams).

10) Colin Baker’s shoes–OMG.  They were so bizarre that they were awesome.  Red crocks, no socks.  Of course, all the hanging around he did in the lobby and such Sun and Mon, you’d think I’d remember to take a pic of said awesomes shoes.  Hells no. It was awesomes of him to hang around as much as he did with us scary fan types.

11)  The room was smaller than the one at ChicagoTARDIS, but it was nicer.  Never got to use the tub part of the shower/tub thingy.  Just not enough time.  I see no problem with sharing a room with someone or another couple next year–it wasn’t like we did anything in the room besides sleep.  We’d just come back at like 1am every night and pass out.  There was always something going on after the events were done, and if not, there was always the lobby booze festival of love and mingling with the guests every night.

12) Again, somehow I find myself surprised at the lack of haters.  Seriously, some of the people (ok, the vast majority) on the OG boards can put you off fanning and fandom.  You begin to think it’s all about hating te thing you’re supposed to like and if you dont hate it, somehow you’re liking it wrong, or something.  Got into a conversation in the lobby (noticing a lobby theme?) with Steve Moffat (who was just so nice that I couldn’t eat his brains, even though I wanted to) about it–he says the haters tend to be incredibly shy in a face to face situation.

13) Took an awesome tour of the LA area… got some good pics, saw them setting up for the Oscars, got a bit lost in that weird out-door mall thingy near the chinese theater.  Would have loved to have had time to go inside.

14) Don’t you just effing hate numbered lists? Yeah, me too.

15) I’m a ninja.

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February 20, 2007 - Posted by | Holiday, Nerdology, Ninjas

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