mimesere

Firstly: If there are people who are going to Comic Con and you want to hang out or meet up or something and you don't have but want my phone number, let me know.

things what i have done
-called the hotel and asked for early check in (maybe), tax rates (bah), if there is a blender in the room (maybe), if we can leave our bags at the front desk (yes), airport shuttle (yes), and distance to convention center (10 minutes driving, wtf front desk dude. it's 1.4 miles.)

-need to find distance from hotel to ralph's grocery store for to purchase amazingly tacky margarita in a pouch and garlic cheese bread (this we may need to do when the shuttles are running) because we are made of classy.

-hauled out the bags for packing (yes, I know it is more than a week away, OMG IT'S LIKE A WEEK AWAY OMG OMG OMG OMG I CAN HAS AN AMY, YOU GUYS, but there are some Very Important Decisions to be made about media to bring (bed dead and breakfast, seasons of XF so we can "prepare" for the movie, mammoth, other things TBD, the most amazing amy present ever about the baby mammoth being cloned in mongolia 100% TRUFAX, and um. stuff. you know. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT THAT THESE THINGS BE DETERMINED OR ELSE WE MIGHT NOT HAVE ENTERTAINMENT FOR EVERY MINUTE OF FIVE DAYS)

-checked the weather.com 10 day forecast: the weather is supposed to be really nice. YAY!

things what i still need to do
-print out comic con badge bar scanny thing

-print out hotel reservation confirmation

-print out train confirmation and directions

-pack

-unpack all the stuff i put in there that i don't need

-flail at amy on the phone (ongoing)

-obtain batteries for camera

-flail at amy some more

So, I just got back from meeting goluxexmachina for dim sum in Chinatown (it ended like, four hours ago, but some of that time I spent reading Ass Bandits of the Caribbean and giggling to myself. Um. Look. It's an "erotic romance" with a m/f/m threesome set in the Caribbean. Of *course* I was going to read it. ANYWAY.

goluxexmachina is awesome and there were little fiddly things with shrimp in and bao (mmmm) and then there was boba and then there was a guy being hit with sticks for fun and profit (no, really). ooh, also, General Mao emblazoned backpacks. And and the cutest shirts I have EVER seen in my life. Sadly, they were sized to fit ten year olds and thus I do not have a shirt with a picture of a heart (an actual heart, like, the organ and not the other kind) that says "I keep the beat." or one with a picture of a liver that says, "I'm a liver, not a fighter." There were also shirts that made me think of fox1013 in that way where the shirts were like, black and covered in purple glitter and said, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." Also, I now have a wee Superman action figure/sculpted...doohickey to put on my desk at DQ Headquarters. He can join my BE rogue, my Orc shaman, my undead lock, and my dwarf warrior. The dwarf could be a paladin, I don't know. He's got some kickin' armor. And then! Then! I will have an action figure of that dude with the wings. My desk will be so decorated, y'all. I think I might bring Norrington to live with Supes. And Crankypants King Eomer. There will be a glorious tableau of asskicking for justice!

Things discussed included an AU where Hillary Clinton was part of the 70s punk scene; FOB as Lilo (Patrick), Stitch (Pete, by his own admission), Nani (Andy), and David (Joe); my continuing dissatisfaction with fictional portrayals of LA; and how vampires and Chinatown do not mix. Ooh, also, we discussed zombies, ghosts, and vampires in terms of class divisions. Things seen also include a pair of boys reenacting "Crank That". Here, have a bonus Soulja Boy link: http://youtube.com/watch?v=RKQgDY0pZ68 "Crank That (Travis Barker remix)". I don't normally find Travis Barker to be hot, but damn that man can drum so well that I forgive him for being kind of scary. Also? Mark Hoppus *clearly* got the better deal in the Blink 182 divorce.

I think I'm going to put up some holiday rock songs and a Brief Guide To Why I (Mostly) Unironically Like Fall Out Boy's Music. ZOMG DAY AFTER TOMORROW.

Also, it is *goddamn freezing* in my room. You would assume that this would cause me to close my window, but you would be wrong. Instead I just put on sweatpants and a (garishly pink) fleece hoodie.

and only somewhat of a gratuitous icon post. *points* thelionforreal made this for me from the BEST COMMERCIAL IN THE HISTORY OF EVER. Oh, Mr. T. Who knew that you could outawesome Bill Shatner in the Being a Snarky Dork sweeepstakes?