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Sep. 2nd, 2003 02:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosUgh. Have returned from Dragoncon with sleepy head, foul mood, new story idea, and violence-laden Japanese movie. The fact that I have returned without a bound and gagged James Marsters cannot be stressed enough.
Have a few things to say about the con before I go to bed ...
1. Yes, it's a permanant tattoo. Yes, I know what it means in English. No, I don't know how to say it in Elvish. No, you don't need to destroy me by throwing me into Mount Doom. No, if you set me on fire, it will not glow in the dark. And yes, you can feel free to stroke me lovingly and refer to me as "my precious," but only if you're James Marsters, Ray Park, one of the guys from "Farscape", or Jamie the Lap Boy from the Whose Line panels.
2. Jesus, ladies, just go ahead and put your butt down and piss, for crying out loud. Public toilets don't bite. (Although wouldn't it be funny if it did? It'd make bathroom breaks that much more fun and exciting!)
3. If it's entirely possible for the staff to schedule every single bloody panel I want to go to at the exact same time next year, that would be great. Long stretches of bored-now time followed by, "You mean I have to skip the LJ panel to go to the Whose Line finale?!" is not exactly what I had in mind, all right?
4. Corsets are a privilege, not a right.
5. Dude, if you're not going to wash your costume and you're going to wear it every damn day, invest in Febreze. The world will thank you.
If I missed anything important while I was gone, somebody give me a head's up. I'll check out any important posts when I wake up from my coma. Mmm ... coma.
Have a few things to say about the con before I go to bed ...
1. Yes, it's a permanant tattoo. Yes, I know what it means in English. No, I don't know how to say it in Elvish. No, you don't need to destroy me by throwing me into Mount Doom. No, if you set me on fire, it will not glow in the dark. And yes, you can feel free to stroke me lovingly and refer to me as "my precious," but only if you're James Marsters, Ray Park, one of the guys from "Farscape", or Jamie the Lap Boy from the Whose Line panels.
2. Jesus, ladies, just go ahead and put your butt down and piss, for crying out loud. Public toilets don't bite. (Although wouldn't it be funny if it did? It'd make bathroom breaks that much more fun and exciting!)
3. If it's entirely possible for the staff to schedule every single bloody panel I want to go to at the exact same time next year, that would be great. Long stretches of bored-now time followed by, "You mean I have to skip the LJ panel to go to the Whose Line finale?!" is not exactly what I had in mind, all right?
4. Corsets are a privilege, not a right.
5. Dude, if you're not going to wash your costume and you're going to wear it every damn day, invest in Febreze. The world will thank you.
If I missed anything important while I was gone, somebody give me a head's up. I'll check out any important posts when I wake up from my coma. Mmm ... coma.
