Gus:
I am plotting my inevitable ascension to world domination. It would be nice if the world would just go ahead and succumb, already.
NoiseDesign:
I've said this about some of my dates.
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Gus:
I am plotting my inevitable ascension to world domination. It would be nice if the world would just go ahead and succumb, already.
NoiseDesign:
I've said this about some of my dates.
Gus: Sea monkeys. Escape to Witch Mountain. Vicodin.
tommyrot is in for some weird dreams if he ever gets to sleep.
Truer words are rarely spoken than Sophia's in Natter:
I am the most fannish person I know, except for people I think are weird.
Hec keeps hittin' 'em out of the park in Other Media
Jeff Mejia: Joss will write 12 issues of the new Astounishing X-Men title, beginning in May.
Ken Buddha: Astounishing?
DavidS: Both Astonishing and Astounding at the same time. Perfectly cromulent word.
Steph L.: I think it's the Canadians, personally. You know how they sneak an extra U into every word possible.
DavidS: They are sneaky with the U's. Whereas Brooklynites are sneaky with the "Youse." And New Zealanders are sneaky with the Ewes.
DAMN.
Cass in Bitches:
So Ambien and Midrin (for migraines and tensiony headaches that can lead to migraines) moved into my brain together... And they are completely losing their deposit.
shrift discussing cons in Natter:
But I am a stealth fan, because when I get in the elevator, the people who aren't there for the con usually go, "Woo, freaky, eh?" And then I hold up my name badge and smile.
Cass: No raw meat in the underpants... It is a rule for a reason.
ita:
I had a krav friend go through my home looking for signs I was the ubergeek. Every. Single. Piece of evidence was a gift, most from Buffistas.
If I were left up to my own devices, I might look weird, but not particularly fannish.
Thank god for the devices of other people.
Madrigal, of course:
It was 35 here this afternoon, and people were in shorts and t-shirts and singing jaunty whaling tunes.
Like there's any other KIND of whaling tunes!