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[burntcopper]

Well, fisrt, for those who haven't heard from me, I've been to Bitten, work, and failed to see Christina Aguilera in Manchester due to her getting bronchitis and cancelling, and worked like a fiend on Nanowrimo to keep pace and make up for the days I'm not at my computer. I'm currently level with where I'm supposed to be, but...

Bitten was fun. Saw many strange folk, did silly games, discovered Foamy (with the cheesy creamy cheesy cheesy cream - you will drive me - to the bagel shop!), sang the Badger song way too many times - that and Foamy were the soundtrack to the weekend. Kissed mingmerciless during Truth or Dare as he was one of the few people in that room I hadn't snogged yet during other such Truth or Dares and spent the rest of the night snickering at his very, very shocked expression. Me and celiaka once again spent the few nights jockeying for position of Best Kisser in the Room (tm). Squeed way too much, tested Wetherspoons breakfasts, sang the whole of the Buffy musical on Saturday night, then had our psyches entirely scarred by episode one of Thundercats, accompanied by many moans of 'My *childhood*'. But we couldn't help it. Even the non slashy-minded of us just sat there and shuddered in horror at the sword that Lion-o holds to his groin which then *grows*. And the nakedness. (why do they have bottoms to their leotards but no tops?) And really bloody scary groping that whatsisface the ghost bloke does to teen! Lion-o. Snarf, please get your face out of Lion-o's groin. We're scarred enough as it is. Mocked the physics. Yep, we're geeks. Lion-o, stop auditioning for the Chippendales. *cough* Ahem. Yes. Anyway, there were silly games, I showed off my butt too much in tiny hotpants, did the Benny Hill thang, danced for ages, we all drank far too little, and was generally fabulous, and now own Tales of the Slayers. Mine! Mine! All mine! During the costuming - Ming being the only bloke entered in his SG-1 outfit - Ming had serious, serious problems getting his P-90 back.

As there was no Christina, me and Meg just generally hung out, and I'm still cursing her for making me overeat at that Chinese buffet. I'm still suffering from fucking heartburn. However, I've now seen Road to El Dorado and can safely proclaim it out and proud. And so fucking funny it's not true. Must own. Miguel and Tulio are so very Kevin Kline and Kenneth Branagh in their gestures it's great. The horse! Also outed her as a writer of gay porn to her flatmates ('What, like scripts?' 'No, more like short stories.' 'Erotica.') and explained the significance of the Pride and Prejudice characters stuck to their doors.

Thass it. Now going back to Nanowrimo.

Comments

[jane-somebody.livejournal.com]

Dear God! Thundercats! My *childhood*.

[wg.livejournal.com]

I showed off my butt too much in tiny hotpants

nope, you showed off just enough, sexy lady :-D

[mingmerciless.livejournal.com]

spent the rest of the night snickering at his very, very shocked expression

I guess for the avoidance of doubt, I should state it was a far from unpleasant experience, just rather, well, unexpected - as I said in my journal entry, I hadn't been paying attention...

showed off my butt too much in tiny hotpants

Unfathomable concept ;-)

Ming being the only bloke entered in his SG-1 outfit

Yet another low effort masterpiece: "here's one I prepared earlier" - for a con the previous weekend!

Ming had serious, serious problems getting his P-90 back

Weird one. 'Softers seem heavily polarised over the P-90. Some of us see it as a very well-designed, effective close quarters skirmish weapon. The rest see it as just too butt ugly to be tolerated. Previous comments include "it looks like two VHS tapes stuck together", "Black & Decker special" and "I'd get a P-90 but my carpets are already securely fastened to the floor"

[celiaka.livejournal.com]

Sorry about Christina.

And Road to El Dorado rocks. It kicks disney's fuzzy arse, if you can ignore the Elton John.