Tuesday Has No Phones

Man have I vastly overestimated any potential energy I'd have today. As you know, I already crossed off the idea of going to the store. On top of that we can now add the idea of me making breadsticks. The recipe isn't that hard, but just looking at it was enough to make me feel weak and wiped out.

Good thing versailles_rose (who is hopefully having a happy happy birthday!) gave me that bread machine. I tossed in ingredients for Italian herbed bread, which should hopefully go well with the sausage and peppers I'm hoping to make for dinner later tonight.

Now, I go sit on the couch. Sitting on the couch sounds like a very good idea. Yes.

After a con the body craves sweet, sweet brains water like you wouldn't believe. After this con even moreso, because the hotel had somehow relocated itself into the Sahara. Last night I slathered moisturizer on every available part of my skin and I believe I actually heard drinking sounds. You could say it was just my cats lapping out of the water bowl, but I would disagree with you. Though I would agree that the phrase "my cats lapping out of the water bowl" does sound like a euphamism for something, possibly even PMS. "Stay away from TBQ," someone could say, "her cats are lapping out of the water bowl." And then everyone would nod sagely, and possibly even give a knowing wink.

In addition to water, the body craves real nutrients. I baby stepped my way into it with a sandwich for lunch. Tonight I'm going to buy a steak, a potato, and a pile of raw veggies. I will then devour them all and possibly lick the plate once I'm done. I'm not proud.

In conclusion: Hat FM.

Back from Connexions. Fun was had, hanging out was done, panels were attended, ice cream was eaten off thighs, and hotels attempted slow homicide through dehydration and then par-boiling in the pool. I'm told there are pictures. I'm also in possession of some. What kind? Not to give it away but it wouldn't be inaccurate to say that some of them rhyme with the words "scruppet planking". I think we're understanding one another.

Perhaps the most enjoyable part of the weekend - other than filming the scruppet planking of course - is that it was a cool vacation with fellow fans where you talk about the gay sex, watch god-awful movies just for the blowjobs, glasses, and/or the urge to mail Alexis Denisof and James Marsters 80, possibly even 90 dollars each as a way to help out with the obviously needed rent money, and then you come home refreshed and relaxed and ready to face the world again. Name me another way to do that which doesn't involve legalized prostitution. You can't, don't even try. Though that would also be fun, and for the right kind of tip would also involve scruppet planking.

So... nothing significant happened while I was away, right? 8)

Got most of my packing done. All that's left is the fiddly crap that can't be packed until morning. Now I relax in a shower and then go to bed.

Enjoyed Lost, watched West Wing. It really is a shame we can't be seeing these West Wing storylines happen as they should, instead of this one-off canonical fanfic. Though I will say ( comment which riffs off something in tonight's ep )

Speaking of back from hiatus fake TV shows, ats_nolimits was updated tonight with 6.13: Natural Born. It was written by ros_fod and kicks much ass.

Now I off to shower.

Connexions! Leaving tomorrow! So much to do! So excited! Gotta pack, gotta set up the house, gotta make sure the kitties are taken care of, can't forget anything. Wanna do stuff. Should I make brownies? Should I make cornbread? Ack! ACK!!!

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

I'm excited. =)

New episode of ats_nolimits is going live tonight. It kicks ass, lemme tell you.

Speaking of TV on the net, does anybody know where I can get a download of Jamie Oliver's school lunches show over in the UK? I've read so much about it I'd love to actually see the thing. Considering how UK specific it is I can't imagine they're going to show it on the Food Network, more's the pity =/

But - but - CONNEXIONS! WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Belly dance class kicked my ass tonight. Other than a brief bit at the beginning where we worked on arm movements and taxeems, it was all on the go stuff all the time. We learned three new moves that I am definitely going to be practicing a lot at home because boy do you need a lot of muscle memory to carry off all the details of them (choo choo double, choo choo single(?), and box step, for those playing the home game).

In addition to that we did a lot of trading off on who was the leader, which means that easily 50 min of the class was nothing but all fast moves all the time. I had my first moment of totally drawing a blank when doing that. It wasn't that I lacked for moves, it was that I was suddenly thinking too much and couldn't remember how to move my arms from one move to another. Ah well, when in doubt: shimmy.

Amusing exchange when I explained to the teacher I wouldn't be there next week:

Her: Oh, where are you going?
Me: Down to Baltimore to hang with my friends. It's basically going to be like a big slumber party.
Other student: That's cool. So do you give each other facials and do each other's hair and stuff like that?
Me: Actually we tend to hang out and watch gay porn.
Other student: Ha, you're funny.
Me: 8)

Now to continue attempting to find a good mp3 of Nine Inch Nails's new song putting together a playlist of music to make into a mix CD for the drive to Connexions.

So when you wake up at 8:45 to let the cable guy in, then stumble back into bed, then wake up again past noon I think it's safe to say 1) you were tired (esp when you had about 8 hours and 45 min of sleep before letting the cable guy in) and 2) you're not going to make it to the 10am Easter services and 3) you're probably not going to get all the housework done today that you were hoping to do either.

On the other hand my cable works, and that's what really counts, right?

[avoids mentioning how her cable has now risen after 3 days of being dead]

[okay, thinks about avoiding mentioning that]

[mm... blasphemy]

[Oh, and I feel a need to point out that I did let the cable guy back out again. I didn't trap him in here until I woke up. Only until he fixed the signal]

Anyhoo, 'tis Easter and so far it seems nice and all. Will be doing dinner later with the folks. May also do the exiting activity of actually unpacking my suitcases from Connexions. Wild and crazy, I know.

Haven't done a post-Connexions report. Not sure now if I'll ever get around to it, but suffice it to say fun was had and lucifrix and I were able to make Philadelphia disappear, so if any of you were looking for it last Thursday and coming up with nothing that was our bad.

One of the inadvertent souvenirs of Connexions has been a renewed interest in reading Harry Potter fic. A few of my friends have been kind enough to give recommendations (wouldn't mind more, btw, hint hint) but some I've found striking out on my own and.let's just say I've learned it's better to stick with the recommended fic.

For example, I'm reading this one story which shall remain nameless and it's going along more or less sort-of kind-of fine for what's pretty clearly a kinkfic even though I've never read anything by this author before, but then we get to the "Harry's in trouble and must be saved by romantic interest" portion of the kink, and to do that the author has Harry almost get raped by, shall we say for the sake of avoiding incriminating details, a Death Eater, and Harry's there chattering away like a magpie (er, no offense to Magpie) while the DE is swanning about brandishing a knife and I'm there like "Dude! Accio knife! Accio wand! Accio Firebolt! Hell, it's NC-17 fic, Accio balls while you're at it!" but no, Harry just keeps standing there and chattering away, and I think it's really safe to say that the point at which I apparently know more spells than The Boy Who Lived But Apparently Left His Brain Somewhere Other Than Inside His Skull is the point at which something's gone awry.

But hey, who am I to fault bad story canon and characterization in the name of writing pretty? [Ahem]

And with that I scurry off. Must shower and unpack and meander over to the folks' place. I'll be sure to tell them that there were those who felt that "Win TBQ's parents for a day" was considered a shoo-in for best charity fundraising event ;) That is if they let me talk long enough before demanding that we put the Angel DVDs in now god-damnit!

Happy Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be BUNNIES! day! =)

I'll try to do a witty and interesting con report later (something that, for example, is more than "So I went to this con and man it went by fast. Now what's for dinner?") but I thought I'd take this moment to say that bethbethbeth does not, I repeat not look like a polar bear.

I, on the other hand, do. In just the right light, mind you.

Okay, just hanging out and waiting for lucifrix to call and let me know when to get her from the train station. Beyond that I've cooked all I'm going to cook and packed most of what I need to pack.

I'll be leaving tomorrow morning for Baltimore. If everything goes well and there's no traffic or anything I anticipate getting there around 3. More realistically I expect 6 ;)

I'm looking forward to meeting everyone, I'll miss those of you who won't be there, and I'll be back online Mon night or Tuesday.

See ya! =)

I was all productive tonight with regards to getting ready for Connexions and made not one but two of the possible things that I hoped to make, put the last thing out to cool, grabbed a shower, went to wrap it all up and - argh! Actually hadn't cooked all the way through!

Grrrr. Will try to salvage. But still! I was all proud of myself for getting everything done and being able to go to bed on time and everything.

Phooey, I say unto you, phooey.