When real things happen to imaginary people

The Stroppy One has (semi-jokingly) predicted that we'll be suffering cabin fever by about, oh, Thursday. I don't think so. I'm very excited to oh, spend time with my cats! And sleep in my own bed! And OH MY GOD TRY AND SEE MY FRIENDS WHO I HAVEN'T BEEN AROUND IN A MONTH. And then there's the resume updating and job hunting part, but thinking about those parts of the To Do List makes me twitch. Can't I just find a patron who will support the Stroppy One and me in our wacky artistic lifestyle? A patron who understands that I need at least three pairs of new boots, right now? (One of those clicky-links does not lead to Fluevog, and is under $150, even!)

But first, I have a Gothic Lolita convention in Bellevue to go to this weekend. Yes, I'm serious. Innocente Seraphim asked me to be a panelist, and I said yes. Hey, it's another chance to dress up, see people in pretty clothes, and then browse a vendors' room that will be FULL of things I want.

After InnoSera, I have ... a blog/podcast interview thingie, and a signing with The Dreaming Comics. But nothing I'm traveling out of state for! (Yet. Who knows, that could change.)

So. How are all you folks doing? I miss people.

My real home in Seattle, that is, not my spiritual home of the Haunted Mansion. (On one of my times through the Haunted Mansion, I asked the cast member at the door for my renter's agreement. He looked down his nose at me and said, in appropriately sepulchral tones, "I was not notified, miss".)

Anyway, there will be a longer post later on about my trip, and the things I learned at Disneyland. But for now, my usual post-traveling plea: I love you people, but you talk A LOT, and I don't think I'm up to a "skip=500" on my FL. If something happened that you think I should know or that you want to tell me about, please leave a comment.



(Oh, and an aside for poh: I got to see some of the costumes from the new Star Trek movie at the movie theater we went to. The Romulans have your ninjer boots.)


Now, back to job-hunting. Whee?