I think we should rent a bus and travel around the country.

Ooo! I like this idea!

Also, thanks for your kind words, but Vortex, Lyra Jane, Raquel, Fred Pete and Hubs, meara, Ann W., Cabil & Miss Havisham, Hil R., Toddson, Sheryl, and oh dear, I'm sure I'm forgetting someone, all did SO much to make it come together, it totally is thanks to them that everything that weekend happened.

Thanks for remembering me, but I wasn't actually involved in putting this together.(I'm on the localistas list, but did not get involved in any planning, as I kinda have a bunch of stuff on my plate at the moment. t g )

I do know that Vortex worked her tailfeathers off for months ahead of time.

Before or after Jilli, Plei, Susan and I beat you to death with a meat axe, screaming in hysterical panic the whole time?

No meat axe for me. Giant can of AquaNet hairspray and a Zippo lighter. Set the spiders on fire, and they can't get you.

No spider movies. No going places with shudder migrating tarantulas.

No meat axe for me. Giant can of AquaNet hairspray and a Zippo lighter. Set the spiders on fire, and they can't get you.

I like this image hellamuch. Flaming tarantulas!

Honestly, I dislike killing anything that isn't trying to kill me - there's enough faint tracery of Buddhism from my beloved uncle to where I'm 99.9% self-defense minded. So, like Jilli, I just avoid going near the space of the thing I don't want to kill, but which freaks me out.

Oddly, it was a sock.

so, buck naked EXCEPT for socks (or a sock?) Now I have this image of Mr. H hopping (and flopping) around naked, trying to remove his sock so that he may kill a spider. It amuses me.

And Deb? I again apologize for not warning you about the good-sized rubber spider in my room when you visited. I felt really bad about that.

Now I have this image of Mr. H hopping (and flopping) around naked, trying to remove his sock so that he may kill a spider. It amuses me.

And me too!

Thank you Astarte, and also - something that has nothing to do with F2Fing really, but mostly shameless pimping of my sibling. My sister's play has been re-whatevered at St.Ed's (Mary something theater). She wrote it all herself and stars in it. If you're looking for something to do on a Thur-Sun, think about checking it out.

And Deb? I again apologize for not warning you about the good-sized rubber spider in my room when you visited. I felt really bad about that.

(falling down laughing)

Yes, that was a moment. I wouldn't have gone near your bedroom, but it had the only full-length mirror in the place, and I was off to World Fantasy. And I'd locked Hank and Daisy out in the hall, and the first thing I did was step on that spider.

I needed the cats to peel me off the ceiling.

Now I have this image of Mr. H hopping (and flopping) around naked, trying to remove his sock so that he may kill a spider.

It is possible this is exactly what happened. I didn't see. I was too busy screaming at the bloodsucker on the wall.