Overtired and Oversharing

Got home a few minutes ago after delivering crankygrrl to her rental car.

I walked into my quiet, empty apartment and burst into tears.

These are the perils of being around people you love and adore for two weeks straight, then suddenly being by yourself.

I think I'm a little overstimulated and a lot overtired.

The con seemed very mellow this year, but then the only programming I went to was the fic panel, so I suppose I'm not the right person to ask. As always, it was lovely and amazing to see everyone and I already desperately miss my hussies and wish they didn't live so far away. My stomach muscles ache from the giggling and I feel like I've run over and that is a very, very good thing.

Even without the programming, there's just something nice about being around fans, even the crazy ones. It's a common language, common ground and it gives me a nice warm feeling, when it doesn't give me the, "Oh god please don't let anyone think I'm that sort of fan" feeling:)


I'm starting a new job on Monday, which I have mixed feelings about, but the company is very nice and I desperately need employment.

I'm never going to catch up on LJ, so anything I missed, please point me in that direction!!

And, please, please go answer this week's farscapefriday challenge!! Because it makes me giggle, and because I had forgotten it was Friday on Friday until midnight when it was no longer Friday and because the challenge is brilliantly Farscapian, and dude, I'm really, really missing Farscape fic today!!

Hussies in the Space Time Continuum and Randomosity

A - The international contingent made it San Diego in her convertible. I reminded her to put sunscreen on and apparently the PCH kept wandering off but she was juggling remotes when she called and I took that as a good sign.

B - The great lakes contingent has touched down in the land of Cleves. The WeNy contingent is home safely and two of our auxillary members are tucked into their homes.

This is all to the good, but damn I miss you all terribly. Mourning is not too strong a word for it.

Since I was not flying anywhere I mostly came home, and the tiny fourlegged love of my life was very, very happy for us to continue our co-dependency. He followed me around all afternoon and came and sat on the pink sweater and glared at the alien cat:)

veritykindle brought me a Beeker doll, and he's beyond adorable. Hee. We took pictures of him watching TV with his perpetual look of shock. We debated sending him to the East Coast to get photographed with the John Crichton dolly, but it was also decided that the odds of Beeker making it back to LA were minimal:)

We did find some catch phrases this weekend, among them:
Assless Chaps
What does this smell like?
This is not clothing optional.

There are others, but I believe they're going to be iconed:) I love my hussies, I really really do.

When I was driving on Wednesday, I heard the radio documentary "My Lobotomy", then heard a follow up discussion of it on Thursday. I started to cry at the end and just couldn't stop. This was an amazing piece of media, sad and horrifying and fascinating. The idea of someone's thoughts, someone's mind being taken away is just so very, very terrifying. Did anyone else hear this? I'm constantly fascinated by the power of story, of media, and find it remarkable that so much of my recent life has been shaped by the story told on a TV show, and how much my mind has been shaped by all of the stories I've taken in, that I continue to take in, how their forms and facets shape me as much as their plots and bends. I should have something profound to say about this, but mostly I'm just awed.

I talk to rubberneck about our Project 3, and am awed there - seeing her process, the way she's actively pulling themes from our earlier work, watching the way we've built a foundation to support those themes:) It's a good thing.

There were good questions at the fic panel, which fbf did a fabulous job of moderating. Among them were how to get a beta (and the use and purpose of one), and also how to turn ideas and scenes into an actual story, how to make yourself into a writer. We had a might good time and never once had to say penis outloud. We did, of course, later... at the bar:)