2005-04-26 14:22
digitaldiscipline
[or: "How to Answer 'Is there going to be a Tampa bid for C12?' All Weekend"]
[insert ob. thx. to committee members, both official and unofficial, here.]
As C*'s go, this one was pretty sedate, the proximity of the extra-large room parties to Suite of Doom Junior notwithstanding.
"Yes, I'm old, and from the east coast. Shut the fuck up so I can sleep. Kthxbi." [/random invective at noisy outsiders circa 5am]
Flying into ONT, while not the most brilliant logistical decision, did provide an opportunity to finally meet
vixenchyld in person after the better part of eight years' acquaintence. Ditto for the Saturday night dinner excursion with
geeki and her fiancee (mmmm. sushi).
Heated pools and hot tubs are good. Strawberries and bacon for breakfast - also good. Strong Island Iced Teas are to be used only for good. Sleeper sofas suck. "I wouldn't have sex with someone I -didn't- like on this thing," pretty much sums up how comfortable ours was. Others' mileage may have varied.
Friday morning began at 5:15am with a duck gang-rape, and, really, where can you go from there?
Toasts, both real and imagined, were hoisted on the occasion of
cavalorn and
lucybond's nuptials. *big hugs to the happy couple*
I will remain curiously amused that my opinion is considered weighty validation for some folks, and smugly satisfied that I can make anyone, anytime, end up with foreign substances in their sinuses and/or making embarassing noises involuntarily. No drink is safe, no pallor is safe, and no obscure reference is safe.
However, surprising many, everyone's girlfriend is safe.
I was again fooled by
lil_m_moses' deployment strategy, but I may call for a tape measure recount.
There needs to be an industrial cover of "Freebird" made. It will be engineered so that it cannot be beat-matched by speeding it up, even if I have to put it on 8-track to do so.
"Dragostea din Te" is a really cruel earwig to inflict on people. I enjoy that.
Friends, fun, and fud were all had in relative abundance.
And to answer the unasked question. . . I spent the first part of my morning emailing hotels.
[insert ob. thx. to committee members, both official and unofficial, here.]
As C*'s go, this one was pretty sedate, the proximity of the extra-large room parties to Suite of Doom Junior notwithstanding.
"Yes, I'm old, and from the east coast. Shut the fuck up so I can sleep. Kthxbi." [/random invective at noisy outsiders circa 5am]
Flying into ONT, while not the most brilliant logistical decision, did provide an opportunity to finally meet
Heated pools and hot tubs are good. Strawberries and bacon for breakfast - also good. Strong Island Iced Teas are to be used only for good. Sleeper sofas suck. "I wouldn't have sex with someone I -didn't- like on this thing," pretty much sums up how comfortable ours was. Others' mileage may have varied.
Friday morning began at 5:15am with a duck gang-rape, and, really, where can you go from there?
Toasts, both real and imagined, were hoisted on the occasion of
I will remain curiously amused that my opinion is considered weighty validation for some folks, and smugly satisfied that I can make anyone, anytime, end up with foreign substances in their sinuses and/or making embarassing noises involuntarily. No drink is safe, no pallor is safe, and no obscure reference is safe.
However, surprising many, everyone's girlfriend is safe.
I was again fooled by
There needs to be an industrial cover of "Freebird" made. It will be engineered so that it cannot be beat-matched by speeding it up, even if I have to put it on 8-track to do so.
"Dragostea din Te" is a really cruel earwig to inflict on people. I enjoy that.
Friends, fun, and fud were all had in relative abundance.
And to answer the unasked question. . . I spent the first part of my morning emailing hotels.