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Oct. 20th, 2008 02:43 pmAt one point in the weekend, I was pressed up between two people --in my lap was someone who looks a lot like David Tennant, and at my back was someone who was pulling off a pitch perfect Tenney voice, complete with flailing hands and timey-wimey stuff.
The pattern was not perfect --the first night, two of us slept in the bed, the second, three, the third, four, and the fourth, four again. Not perfect, no, but certainly glorious.
The Katters' luggage is a therapists chair.
Swing's kitten goes "um" if you mock-poke it
John Wilkes Booth will not have a threesome with The Katters and I, a fact that we find quite disappointing. We did not get a chance to ask Guiseppe Zangara the same thing. Oh, and the Katters now has notes on the status of the assorted Assassin's weapon-penises.
My internet grandmother is awesome. She has ferrets! And HATS!! And she gave me cat ears! And stole dad's hands! And then made the incredible mistake of turning her back on the person she was having a knife fight with, when they were still armed, wtf, love.
Everything is Pip's fault.
I have now rewatched huge amounts of Titus (neeeeeed!), seen Shortbus and Chicago, watched V for Vendetta, phased in and out through HMS Pinnafore and Trial By Jury, still not seen The Wall, and watched some other random things at other random points, I think.
Hypertwin Manor is incredible. It feels like home and the empty city and the big blue house in Milford and like all sorts of other goodness, all rolled up into one nice cozy ball.
I did not apparently get any of the group shots. I will have to wait for someone else to upload theirs.
The internet is a wonderful place to have come from. And is apparently boring without us --I am working on a country song to that effect.
Quote of the weekend:
[The scene: Katters and I curled up on the bottom bunk, Swing on the top]
Me: Sleep tight, sweetie
Swing: I can't. There are monsters under my bed.
Annnnnnnnndyes. More babblings later, including possibly more coherent babble about the show, and certainly more coherent babble about hyperfamilys. For the moment, I'm really fucking tired though, so I'm just going to slack around and play solitaire and chat.
~Sor
MOOP!
The pattern was not perfect --the first night, two of us slept in the bed, the second, three, the third, four, and the fourth, four again. Not perfect, no, but certainly glorious.
The Katters' luggage is a therapists chair.
Swing's kitten goes "um" if you mock-poke it
John Wilkes Booth will not have a threesome with The Katters and I, a fact that we find quite disappointing. We did not get a chance to ask Guiseppe Zangara the same thing. Oh, and the Katters now has notes on the status of the assorted Assassin's weapon-penises.
My internet grandmother is awesome. She has ferrets! And HATS!! And she gave me cat ears! And stole dad's hands! And then made the incredible mistake of turning her back on the person she was having a knife fight with, when they were still armed, wtf, love.
Everything is Pip's fault.
I have now rewatched huge amounts of Titus (neeeeeed!), seen Shortbus and Chicago, watched V for Vendetta, phased in and out through HMS Pinnafore and Trial By Jury, still not seen The Wall, and watched some other random things at other random points, I think.
Hypertwin Manor is incredible. It feels like home and the empty city and the big blue house in Milford and like all sorts of other goodness, all rolled up into one nice cozy ball.
I did not apparently get any of the group shots. I will have to wait for someone else to upload theirs.
The internet is a wonderful place to have come from. And is apparently boring without us --I am working on a country song to that effect.
Quote of the weekend:
[The scene: Katters and I curled up on the bottom bunk, Swing on the top]
Me: Sleep tight, sweetie
Swing: I can't. There are monsters under my bed.
Annnnnnnnndyes. More babblings later, including possibly more coherent babble about the show, and certainly more coherent babble about hyperfamilys. For the moment, I'm really fucking tired though, so I'm just going to slack around and play solitaire and chat.
~Sor
MOOP!