Oh, Rabbit is totally gay. Totally.
So is Kanga. Perfect set up.
Man, you guys are frelling with Jilli's childhood here. She will be pissed with you. For heaven's sake don't do this at the reading because you'll cross one of Jilli's lines.
Honestly, I've been very scared of something like this. That is, people grouping with people they know and breaking off into groups. It's made me loath to commit to things because I'm afraid I'll just end up feeling a bit lonely. I want to help the planners by RSVPing for things and ponying up the money, but I keep wanting to hold back and play it by ear emotionally.
I knew very few people when I arrived at the LA F2F but things are just such a happy jumble that it's very easy to mingle and just find yourself tearing off to locations for fun & frivolity. Really, don't sweat it.
I knew very few people when I arrived at the LA F2F but things are just such a happy jumble that it's very easy to mingle and just find yourself tearing off to locations for fun & frivolity. Really, don't sweat it.
seriously. I mean, sometimes people
try
to hang back and be by themselves, but we are loathe allow that. I think that we scared Laura's DH Brendan. He was trying to just chill in a corner, and someone kept thinking "oh! there's a new person by themselves. That can't happen! I must go be friendly!" and wandering over. Must have happened three or four times before Laura started saying "no, he's fine, just a bit overwhelmed"
Honestly, I've been very scared of something like this. That is, people grouping with people they know and breaking off into groups. It's made me loath to commit to things because I'm afraid I'll just end up feeling a bit lonely. I want to help the planners by RSVPing for things and ponying up the money, but I keep wanting to hold back and play it by ear emotionally.
How many times did you have dinner on Buffynights at my place? People don't split into cliques in my house - I don't allow it. Part of hosting a party is to make damned sure *everyone* gets two things: comfortable in their surroundings, and superbly fed. That's what makes a good party.
edit: talking about the Sunday BBQ. No cliques.
Aimee, I'm wondering if we can set Em up in a swinging something under the stairs in the shade, and let her doze outdoors?
Oooh! Deb, that sounds fab. Maybe I'll bring the Pack n Play.
Aimee, yep - put her where it's shady and cool right within sight but out of the direct sun, and let her doze off while we're eating, talking, drinking, hanging out, making music.
Man, you guys are frelling with Jilli's childhood here. She will be pissed with you. For heaven's sake don't do this at the reading because you'll cross one of Jilli's lines.
Totally Jilli's pick then!
Jilli, is Kanga a) widow; b) lesbian; or c) trampy little thing
Jilli, is Kanga a) widow; b) lesbian; or c) trampy little thing
Kanga is Kanga, and that is that.
Um, this is a warning about Me and My Issues, but in my world, characters from beloved childrens' books and stuffed animals are not sexual beings. At all. Even a little bit.The characters may have babies (like Kanga and Roo), but those babies were left by the stork, or found under a cabbage leaf. This is a hardwired thing in my brain, and people trying to have discussions with me, even jokingly, about stuffed animals or characters from the Pooh books having sex lives or being sexual in any way squicks me and makes me very angry and upset. So, I'm going to go away from this thread for a bit before I lose my temper. I'm sorry.
Jilli, that makes perfect sense and I don't know why it didn't occur to me. It is absolutely obvious.
(Pete! If she's gone tell her to come back! I have seen the error of my ways!)
I totally and completely understand Jilli's squick. It's the same squick that makes me run away, fingers in my ears, screaming
lalalalalala,
from people who even mention to me that such things as Narnia and Oz and A Little Princess fic exist (unless it's strictly gen and exceptionally well-written).
More adventures with sword-wielding talking mice and daring escapes across windswept deserts to the North of fruitfulness and freedom, great. More stories about late-night communications across the dingy London rooftops with the Hindu man who reminds Sara of her early childhood, full of muslin dresses and parasols and the hot Indian sun and both her parents still alive and the world a good and safe place, oh my yes. Any fic that so much as implies any of these characters growing up and having Teh Sex, I don't even care with who, NO NO NO.
I can't let myself think about Calvin and Hobbes fic or it gets me completely distressed, and if there's E. Nesbit fic, I don't ever, ever, ever want to hear about it. Nuh and uh.
Though I do think it's - barely - conceivable that Kanga might be a widow, who never speaks of Roo's papa but wipes away a silent tear every now and then after Roo is safely tucked in his pouch. Widows are so very kindly and noble and respectable.
