2a.m. Scattergore
It is late. Or early. Regardless of your perception of 2am, it still doesn't deny the fact that it's really dark and quiet outside. Mel's currently asleep--after having consumed most of a bottle of strawberry Zinfandel and pretty much an entire bottle of champagne. (I filled up a glass of said champagne for myself, set it down to answer a phone call, and returned a few seconds later to discover that Mel solved the "half full/half empty" quandary by rendering my glass 100% empty.)
Today's seen many interesting things...other than a very giggly Mel-chan. Votes have been cast. Minority governments have fallen. In their place minority governments have risen up. And there's probably a good chance this may get repeated in about another 6 months. I'm not sure whether making a comment about "and the great circle of life continues" would wind up sounding sarcastic or tragic.
Ah, but what about the weekend? Well, admittedly most everyone else has waxed ecstatic about YsaCon, so it would seem almost moot. But hey, I have my memories and my highlights. I mean, with 20+ people, and pretty much the entire core fancrew together since...well, what feels like a really long time for me, you can't go wrong.
I learned a new food-cutting technique from Roupen, who also made kick-ass Pad Thai. Just as amazing was how I managed to remain in the kitchen, surrounded by pointy objects and stove burners, and inflicted no harm upon anyone or anything. I must be losing my touch. Oh well, there's always Donna's
Sim version of me to fix that.
Gabe demonstrated that despite only being a year old, he understands
Fanboys seating rules by stealing Gary's chair seconds after Gary vacated it. Then again, Gabe also seemed to enjoy alternating between giving me a sort of kiss/raspberry hybrid and yanking on my lips, so I don't know if we should really count that.
Ysabet squeaked and jumped around and glomped and revealed that she's written a
Fruba fic filled with lemony goodness. If someone were to have made a bet with me last week that she of all people would write a lemon, I'd have been out $20. Ysa and Ginny (as well as a number of others) also spent a great deal of time explaining the virtues of LiveJournal, and asked why I had not yet signed up with LiveJournal, and that if I did not sign up with LiveJournal by Anime North 2006, grievous physical harm was going to be inflicted upon me. I have no details yet if said harm means they're just going to stick me in a kitchen with lots of pointy objects and stove burners, and let nature/Darwin run its course, but we'll see.
Which reminds me: I must check and see if the two aforementioned conspirators have in fact created the new "lesbian tea" icon they were mentioning Sunday night.
...and suddenly Gaffney's idle glance at this little bit of nowhere turns into a double take.
My work here is done.
Today's Lesson: the foil around the top of a bottle of strawberry
Zinfandel, after spending some time in the fridge, has a remarkably sharp edge that apparently is carnivorous and enjoys going after fingertips, as my bandaged finger now attests to.(Yes, yes, I'm well aware: I was just bested by tin foil.)
posted by Phillip at 10:40 PM
