Going to a wedding is good, but yeah, it'd be nice to know about upcoming weddings.

Whale watching! Even if you don't see whales, you're on a boat.

We were on a boat! And did see whales! And sharks, and a seal. It was good, and the people-watching was excellent. We got the tickets on a Living Social deal, so there were a lot of that kind of people around, as well as the expected families. Then we wandered around a bit and went to my new favorite Saturday bar. (I bet it's mobbed after work.) So that was a good day.

Bread. In oven.

It's really never as much work as I pretend it is...well, if you don't count the dirty dishes I'm going to avoid washing for as long as possible...

And I like this bread better than most breads I buy...

It's just like the ice cream thing. Lazy, lazy, lazy.

There was this chick at krav who some of the guys talked trash about--she was wont to wear tops cut down to her navel and press her boobs against the arms of the highest ranking man in the room. Let's just say, they weren't kind.

A few years ago, I'm going through Comic Con reportage, and boom! I mean, whoa. How often do you find out that not only is someone you know a cosplayer, but they're kinda the cosplayer. For a year or so, if you googled "wonder woman cosplay" she came up first. Even now, if you throw "comic con" into that search, she's in the top 10.

But what I couldn't work out was--did this work in her favour with the guys, or what?

I suppose they were the kind of shits who'd have slept with her anyway, even if they talked trash.

blueberry scones in the oven.

I sat next to her at an Avatar panel at Wondercon. And then I discovered that, yeah, she's pretty well known.

Turns out the change helped me. I got to Tally and went to get my luggage only it hadn't gotten there. Turns out my original plane taxied and then had mechanical problems and was delayed. So Mom and I had late lunch and then got my suitcase.

Ow. Came home from date with migraine. Tried to sleep. Took painkiller. Eventually gave in and took strong meds. Now not in pain but feel like a truck ran me over--somehow the zomig makes me feel like someone drained out all the energy of each of my muscles. I hate wasting the whole damn day. Argh.

I want dinner, but I don't want to cook and I don't want to go outside. I could order delivery...

Too. Darned. Hot.

Do people normally stick to one outfit? Because I see that pic I linked to was last year, but the first time I saw her had to be four years ago or so.