Suicidal Snowflakes

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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 | Leave a comment

waa.

Still got my christmas stuff up.  I keep starting on putting it away and I get perpetually interrupted.  And I’m feeling whiney.

The end.

January 23, 2007 Posted by | Holiday | Leave a comment

Christmassss

First I’d like to start with this bit of amusingness:

It’s like… a Bubble Wrap Dalek or something.  what’s it going to do? pop me to death?

Ok.  Yesterday was like Dr Who overload. Finally watched Sun’s ep of Torchwood and then there was the DW christmas special.  OMG.  Owen and the Doctor are poster boys for not handling loss of loved ones well.  Like… seriously.  The DW episode was funny, just emo enough for a dude that’s lost his best girl.  All the functional character development stuff was just so necessary and spot on.  SO glad they didn’t do that ‘thing’ where the person goes away and is never discussed again.  When the Doctor says Rose’s name at the end, it just breaks your widdle fangirl heart.  To quota a small child I know… Wose and da Doctah forebbah and ebbah. And back to Torchwood–SO sorry but Gwen made me laugh and laugh.  She’s messed up her life so badly, and it’s all her own doing LOL.   I mean, I sympathise and stuff, might have even made some of the bad decisions she has, but basically she’s buttered her bread 🙂

Uh… what else? got fuzzy bunny slippers of rassilon, er I mean Monty Python killer bunny slippers.  And rollerblades. My husband really wants to cash in on my life insurance policy LOL.  Seriously, he’s like ‘you can’t use these till you have knee pads! and Im like.. i concur.  I’m so clumsy. But I’ve always waned ’em and now I have ’em 🙂

Uh… uh… can’t think of anything else.  My stock pot decided to be defective yesterday and start leaking water, which sucked.  Everybody liked the food tho, despite the mashed potato emergency.

December 26, 2006 Posted by | Family & Friends, Holiday, Nerdology | Leave a comment

I am roxor111

Ok, i got my husband stuff that’s so awesome I may die from it.  I can’t say it here on the off chance that he actually reads my blog.  Or, like, turns around from what he’s doing right now and reads over my shoulder (again, slim chance but still).  And I got my sibs somethin so awesome I can’t even say in the off chance that one of them reads this. I’m feeling so awesome right now I can’t contain myself and there’s no one to tell of my vast awesomeness.  sigh.

December 24, 2006 Posted by | Family & Friends, Holiday | Leave a comment

That time is upon us

Yes, the holidays.  Good ole holidays. Time for mom to go nuts, me to try and keep the peace, and my cats to eat the tree.

This year I got mom a present that isn’t just a present for her, it’s a present against dad, which makes it all the better.  Sadly she’s the only one who’s had any shopping done for them.  Which is depressing.  I’m usually done by thanksgiving.  Oh well.  Better get on it.

December 21, 2006 Posted by | Holiday | Leave a comment

Office party

1) puked up sweedish meatballs

2) Cider was good

3) hot chocolate was good.

came hoe and started drinking.

four hrs is a lot of time to consume a lot of booze.  Intoxicated now.

December 20, 2006 Posted by | Holiday | 2 Comments

A post of many tags

Oh yes.

1) I ate a fruit cup and half a PB&J sammich!! YAAY!! That’s like, an accomplishment for me lately. I think I’m going to have to switch to creamy PB, which takes the fun out of life right there, but I think the nut pieces are irritating my stomach.  You’d think I’d be skinnier.  But I’m not.

2) Started putting up Christmas decorations.  Went OCD on the tree with the ornaments, making sure it was all… balanced.  BTW, Just so the world knows, I totally have dibs on the book title “The Feng Shui of Christmas.”  It’s going to be a womens’ magazine kinda thing  about how balanced energies and decorations will make your house all calm and peaceful for the holidays and therefore you’ll have a perfect holiday and your life will be perfect henceforth. You know, like every stinkin’ magazine article in those things.  Anyways… spent like an hour, maybe two, dinking with the ornaments.  There may not be a spare branch.  Then I get everything all balanced and pretty, my Principles of Design teacher would be proud… and I go to get a box of decorations to put up the wall hangings… and damnit, don’t you know I find another small box of ornaments?? Now I get to go thru this all again.  I’m SO OCD.

3) The 5th is Day of the Ninja.  It’s the day where Non-jas get to be ninjas.  WAY better than Talk Like A Pirate Day.

I think that’s it. The nerdology tag is just because people are using my ‘triple nerd score’ phrase now.  And my XYZ section break system.  It’s good to be on the cutting edge of… well, the cutting edge.  And not that skating movie, either.

December 3, 2006 Posted by | Food, Haus und Heim, Holiday, Ninjas | Leave a comment

May I have a whine? Too bad, I’m taking it.

So I went to the grocery store and got some lunch.  A trifecta of pudding, if you will.  There was other stuff, too, but the pudding is the important part of this story.  There was tapioca, which is lovely, there was pumpkin. Yes, pumpkin pudding.  Well, it was more of a mousse, but pudding is pudding, man. I like pumpkin anything. Another story for another time.

I start in on the green stuff, thinking it’s pistaccio… the sh-t is mint-flavored pudding.  Do you know how gross that is?? I hate mint.  Not mint like the mint leaf, that’s ok.  Mint like…  candy canes.  I hate candy canes.  They remind me of Christmas.  And Christmas reminds me of my mother going insane. I don’t know why holidays make her more nuts-er than usual, they just do.  Candy canes especially remind me of all the (many) christmases when she woke us up screaming “Merry Christmas, mother f-ckers!” Sigh.  Holidays always involved lost sleep to mom’s insanity.  So yeah.  Pudding gave me flashbacks today.

Uh, what else?

The cats are weird.  Aggy thinks she’s a lot bigger than she is, still.  I think PK’s finally starting to wear her down, tho.  Aggy will let PK lick her face and clean her for varying periods of time before she tries to deal killing blows to PK’s stomach and PK is forced to bite her neck.  I’m reminded of how my siblings can’t get together without violence.  Full Contact Uno.  I’ll just leave that as it is.

I’m flying higher than a kite right now–when you don’t have any caffine, like, ever, a small dark roast (least amt of caffine thats not decaf) will send you bouncing off the walls and vibrating through the floor before you’re even half done.

Gotta clean my desk–tour is coming through here monday.  Might decorate for Christmas while I’m at it 😉 squee and weee and YAAY! And I bought christmas lights so I can decorate my tree and it’ll be happy and pretty and not at all like Christmas with my mum.

THE END.

December 2, 2006 Posted by | Angst, Holiday | Leave a comment

The Christmas Conspiracy

I’ve figured it out.  Yes, it was 3am, and I was walking around the Dirty Bird complaining about the presence of Chistmas candy, Christmas hats, Christmas candles, bla bla bla… the Christmas PEPSI even.  By the time Christmas comes around, we’re all going to be Christmassed out.   And that’s the plan.  That’s the Athiest plan to destroy Christmas.  They’re going to make there be so much Christmas that no one wants Christmas any more. Insideous.  Ingenius.  But Insideous.

Seriously.  That’s why the drugstore had Christmas decorations on the top shelves in August.  Only explination.

November 18, 2006 Posted by | Holiday | Leave a comment

Happy Meat-o-ween!

October 31, 2006 Posted by | Holiday | Leave a comment