Note: I posted this on Saturday, but here it is again for because it has *more* information in it as I am *less* tired. Look what I did with "more" and "less" there -- that's 'cause I'm a speechwriter, I know how to make a point. (cf. Toby, SGTE,SGTJ) *g*First, Sab was awake for 30 straight hours. Then qowf came to town. Then, in a phenomenal act of ill-advisedness, Sab got in the car and drove to Oxnard.......
Back from Escapade. I love killabeez
with the flaming passion of a half-century of boylove and hero-worship. And elynross
is a hero girl, like me. And I love them.
I represented for prillalar
in the body of Little Plastic Mulder, who waved his little plastic arm and said hello to the following people: killabeez
, in the almighty name of Hal and Dawn.pearl_o
was the first person I met, with the exception of some assorted adorable TPM lesbians during my first trip to the Escapade suite, and Pearl was right charming. Then I found Elynross and proceeded to affix myself to her, ramora-style, for the remainder of the day. I saw minotaurs
out of the corner of a tired eye more than twice, but could do little more than fangirl and grin at him awkwardly, for he is a Great Slashy God and I am but a Mere Mortal and plus he's, like, hot SD queenboy.
At some point I met Ruth Sawtelle Anderson (where any of those words could be wrong and replaced with homophones) and she was wearing a hat and I signed amatia
's yearbook in the name of Jurassic Park III
slashiness and dinosaurs.
Additional hat-tips to the new folk I met, along with apologies for being so fucking tired it was a wonder I could hug straight: liviapenn
, and extra special juicy adulation to schuyler
, who got a warp-speed hug because I was looking for Helen and also hightailing it to dinner but hot damn would I have loved to talk to her more, so, Sunday maybe.
panel was intriguing and too short and I wanted to keep talking and talking and talking, but also, with the not sleeping and the being incoherent so, you know, don't listen to me. Plus then the entire Jeremiah
fandom went to have dinner and pie: gwyn_r
, LJ user me. I had chicken soup in a bread bowl and was too tired even to eat the bread bowl. Which is my favorite part of the soup/bread bowl experience, and also, when a girl is too tired to chew bread
it's really time for that girl to go home.
But yet, I had such fun listening and talking about Jeremiah and Highlander and Hornblower (!) and vidding and JMS and TiVo and pie, and anyway, next year. Next year I'm gonna actually volunteer in the suite, or something. Next year in Jerusalem, yo.
I got kicked out of the Escapade suite the third or fourth time for being illegally *in* the Escapade suite, but fortunately found a merry band of outlaws with whom to join forces, see also helenish
and her cohorts, none of whose LJ names I know (ETA: apetslife, rossetti, jalfred)
but among whom ranked people of the likes of Pet and others whose names I have forgotten, because at that point I was so fucking tired it was a wonder I could still make snarky comments about TV's Worst Haircuts.
Um. More things happened. I can't recall them, see fig. Tired. Had not slept in 30 hours prior to Escapade and all I can say is the 101 was just that much too long, driving home in the dark.
There was a very, very smart woman named Rachel at the panel. Additional information graciously received. [ETA: wickedwords, see fig. Heroes panel link]hesychasm
, I saw you across the crowded room. I think I winked. How are you?