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I need to make about three different posts, but I suspect I won't actually remember to do the others if I just do one of them now (witness yesterday's total absence of con reportage) so, despite wildly varying themes, I'm going to try it with cut tags.
First thing I need to say, of course, is
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iuliamentis's hamster died last night, and she and I and helaaspindakaas, after a certain amount of improvising, managed to bury her. We had to dig with a hammer, because we have no digging implements, and since we're in an apartment and this happened afer ten pm, there was a certain amount of walking around in the dark with a hammer, some rocks, and a small covered box. Happily, no one seems to have noticed.
As we walked back home - reminiscing about Maisie, also known as The Crack Hamster for her many quirky personality traits, like a total indifference to chew toys and her terror of cardboard tubes, and of course the incidents of escaping and hoarding food and that one time she crawled into my bed and on to me in the middle of the night - we speculated about the cause of death. After a while we ruled out both the Starsky & Hutch theme music and Starsky's shoes (presumably leading to brain hemmhorage or tachycardia, respectively), and settled on Maisie's very special relationship with her water bottle having gone horribly wrong.
After, we drank toasts (Iulia is a big fan of raspberry Pucker) and then watched another episode of Starsky & Hutch. I felt vindicated, because Iulia's TV comprehension after three or four shots of Pucker was pretty comparable to mine after six or seven beers, although she was quieter about not being able to follow the action.
And then... I suppose there's not really enough content here to warrant a cut tag, but playoff hockey starts tonight at 7 Eastern with the first game between the Red Wings and Nashville. I'm really pleased Nashville made the playoffs - it's their first time doing so, ever, since the team was created six years ago, plus they have Jordin Tootoo, the first ever Inuit to play pro hockey. I wish we weren't playing them in the first round, because I'd've like to be able to cheer them on a little further, but as it is, they must be crushed. Sorry, guys.
::knock wood::
So. Condolences tolynnmonster and imkalena and heuradys and anybody else whose team didn't make it this far, and wary congratulations to fans of our honored opponents and potential opponents. Go Wings! And also: Go Blues, Flames, Stars, Islanders, Bruins, and Fliers! Toronto and Ottawa, you give me a headache, so may the best Ontarians win.
And also,
ConneXions! My computer ate my long rambling con report half-written, and now it's been days, andbrooklinegirl and byob_kenobi and justacat and estrella30 and heuradys and reginagiraffe and theodosia and many others have posted (or at least begun posting) about the events of the weekend, so I won't even try to be comprehensive here.
Friday: Squealing and hugging people. I met my first #discourse pal within about ten minutes of checking in to my room, when I flipped my nametag in the elevator lobby (by the second day I'd gone ahead and written my name on the back, too, because there was no earthly way to keep the things facing the right direction) andbyob_kenobi read it, squealed, hugged me, and then took me downstairs and introduced me to theodosia and reginagiraffe and katallison, who, along with McGeorge of the no LJ (afaik), took me off into downtown baltimore to eat (Tapas! which was a wildly different experience than my usual leaving-the-con-to-eat adventure, mainly because it didn't involve a drive thru.) and afterward we met up with people who'd been at the HP dinner and people going to the vid show, and there was more squealing and hugging: justacat, brooklinegirl, estrella30, lynnmonster, heuradys, mamadeb and probably more people. I know I'm forgetting. I think I nearly managed to give bluster a heart attack, as I'd had her pointed out to me from some short distance and then ran at her, stopped hard a foot away and blurted, "Dira!" as I flung my arms open. Have to work on the 'introducing myself' skills.
Then there were vids, and technical difficulties, and then the party injustacat's room. Spork pins! Porn shower! (270-degree mirrors, double showerhead, huge jacuzzi tub, no curtain - we were speculating that it'd make a *great* fic challenge, because it's a shower you could honestly actually fit two guys into. Or three. Or six, if that's your thing.) The (fully clothed) hot tub pic! The dramatic fic reading! The laying on the floor bit with byob_kenobi and theodosia! The gay porn and the polite applause for money shots!
And then Saturday (two panels! two! and Starsky & Hutch vids and a nap and the banquet and more vids (and technical difficulties) and Man from UNCLE and another party!) and Sunday (there was a panel! there was a Christian group celebrating Palm Sunday downstairs from said panel! there was more Man From UNCLE in a dim quiet room, but I kept falling asleep because I was curled up in bed with Byob and Brooklinegirl and, toward the end, Justacat! And way too many goodbyes!) and Monday (the airport drama and total anticlimax, as the '90 minute security delay' which nearly gave me heart failure at the hotel just. didn't. materialize.) and it was all good. Lots of lingering lunches and dinners where we couldn't quit talking, and lots of hugs and leaning and things. I think it's the tactile parts I'm remembering the most, mainly because those are the parts that we can't - no matter how hard we try - quite recreate every night in #discourse.
And, buggrit, now I have to go to work.
But! I have spent an inordinate amount of time since getting home talking about Illya and Napoleon, and last night, despairing of being able to watch UNCLE, I went out and bought Starsky & Hutch on DVD and - as mentioned - have now watched a few wildly entertaining episodes, so. Consider me pimped, yo.
Also?
GO WINGS!
First thing I need to say, of course, is
iuliamentis's hamster died last night, and she and I and helaaspindakaas, after a certain amount of improvising, managed to bury her. We had to dig with a hammer, because we have no digging implements, and since we're in an apartment and this happened afer ten pm, there was a certain amount of walking around in the dark with a hammer, some rocks, and a small covered box. Happily, no one seems to have noticed. As we walked back home - reminiscing about Maisie, also known as The Crack Hamster for her many quirky personality traits, like a total indifference to chew toys and her terror of cardboard tubes, and of course the incidents of escaping and hoarding food and that one time she crawled into my bed and on to me in the middle of the night - we speculated about the cause of death. After a while we ruled out both the Starsky & Hutch theme music and Starsky's shoes (presumably leading to brain hemmhorage or tachycardia, respectively), and settled on Maisie's very special relationship with her water bottle having gone horribly wrong.
After, we drank toasts (Iulia is a big fan of raspberry Pucker) and then watched another episode of Starsky & Hutch. I felt vindicated, because Iulia's TV comprehension after three or four shots of Pucker was pretty comparable to mine after six or seven beers, although she was quieter about not being able to follow the action.
And then... I suppose there's not really enough content here to warrant a cut tag, but playoff hockey starts tonight at 7 Eastern with the first game between the Red Wings and Nashville. I'm really pleased Nashville made the playoffs - it's their first time doing so, ever, since the team was created six years ago, plus they have Jordin Tootoo, the first ever Inuit to play pro hockey. I wish we weren't playing them in the first round, because I'd've like to be able to cheer them on a little further, but as it is, they must be crushed. Sorry, guys.
::knock wood::
So. Condolences to
lynnmonster and imkalena and heuradys and anybody else whose team didn't make it this far, and wary congratulations to fans of our honored opponents and potential opponents. Go Wings! And also: Go Blues, Flames, Stars, Islanders, Bruins, and Fliers! Toronto and Ottawa, you give me a headache, so may the best Ontarians win. And also,
ConneXions! My computer ate my long rambling con report half-written, and now it's been days, and
brooklinegirl and byob_kenobi and justacat and estrella30 and heuradys and reginagiraffe and theodosia and many others have posted (or at least begun posting) about the events of the weekend, so I won't even try to be comprehensive here.Friday: Squealing and hugging people. I met my first #discourse pal within about ten minutes of checking in to my room, when I flipped my nametag in the elevator lobby (by the second day I'd gone ahead and written my name on the back, too, because there was no earthly way to keep the things facing the right direction) and
byob_kenobi read it, squealed, hugged me, and then took me downstairs and introduced me to theodosia and reginagiraffe and katallison, who, along with McGeorge of the no LJ (afaik), took me off into downtown baltimore to eat (Tapas! which was a wildly different experience than my usual leaving-the-con-to-eat adventure, mainly because it didn't involve a drive thru.) and afterward we met up with people who'd been at the HP dinner and people going to the vid show, and there was more squealing and hugging: justacat, brooklinegirl, estrella30, lynnmonster, heuradys, mamadeb and probably more people. I know I'm forgetting. I think I nearly managed to give bluster a heart attack, as I'd had her pointed out to me from some short distance and then ran at her, stopped hard a foot away and blurted, "Dira!" as I flung my arms open. Have to work on the 'introducing myself' skills. Then there were vids, and technical difficulties, and then the party in
justacat's room. Spork pins! Porn shower! (270-degree mirrors, double showerhead, huge jacuzzi tub, no curtain - we were speculating that it'd make a *great* fic challenge, because it's a shower you could honestly actually fit two guys into. Or three. Or six, if that's your thing.) The (fully clothed) hot tub pic! The dramatic fic reading! The laying on the floor bit with byob_kenobi and theodosia! The gay porn and the polite applause for money shots! And then Saturday (two panels! two! and Starsky & Hutch vids and a nap and the banquet and more vids (and technical difficulties) and Man from UNCLE and another party!) and Sunday (there was a panel! there was a Christian group celebrating Palm Sunday downstairs from said panel! there was more Man From UNCLE in a dim quiet room, but I kept falling asleep because I was curled up in bed with Byob and Brooklinegirl and, toward the end, Justacat! And way too many goodbyes!) and Monday (the airport drama and total anticlimax, as the '90 minute security delay' which nearly gave me heart failure at the hotel just. didn't. materialize.) and it was all good. Lots of lingering lunches and dinners where we couldn't quit talking, and lots of hugs and leaning and things. I think it's the tactile parts I'm remembering the most, mainly because those are the parts that we can't - no matter how hard we try - quite recreate every night in #discourse.
And, buggrit, now I have to go to work.
But! I have spent an inordinate amount of time since getting home talking about Illya and Napoleon, and last night, despairing of being able to watch UNCLE, I went out and bought Starsky & Hutch on DVD and - as mentioned - have now watched a few wildly entertaining episodes, so. Consider me pimped, yo.
Also?
GO WINGS!