not a perfect metaphor

SO, CONNECTICON.

Most of what Quinn and I ended up doing was wandering around looking at other people's cosplay. that was quite a lot of fun in itself, though! Some win: Femme!Sam and Dean (in line while we were waiting to register; I pegged it when Dean flipped open her prop shotgun); Jecht and several Aurons (didn't see a Braska, though); Yuna; X2-flavor Rikku; BLU Medic; lots of TF2, actually; Rincewind and Twoflower, with Luggage; THE TINIEST R2-D2; Coraline's Other Mother staffing a t-shirt booth. (She offered Quinn button eyes, Quinn said they were probably an Artifact, she squeed and asked us for a photo.)

Win we got photos of/with: A gaggle of revolutionaries (they were handing out flyers); Moist and Spike, who we're 99% sure were Rincewind and Twoflower on Friday; Red and Snow.

I went to Neil Grayston's Q&A panel on Friday, which was small but mighty. And he said he would be back on Warehouse 13 (he knows the plan and everything)... IF THEY HAD MORE THAN SIX EPISODES. CURSES. He did also say he'd try to pester the writers into releasing the unfilmed scripts when all's said and done.

After that was the signing booth, and the highlight of my weekend: I strolled up to the table and went "Doug! Long time no see! How you been, buddy?" and he rolled with it. :D :D :D Secondary highlight was him following up with 'actually, I think I saw you around when I was eating lunch.'

So I'm just gonna leave this right here.
( cut for photoness )

Has it seriously been a year since the Allpocalypse? Damn, son.
I've officially gotten quinby into Warehouse 13, and I think it's going to bear fruit come the next app cycle. :D :D :D
Meanwhile, belated Fic Friday! Unofficial theme of horses.
( because I was erring on the side of lazy yesterday )

My computer seems to've come down with the Toshiba Cooling Warning Plague. I think I sorted out the worst of the problem (at least, I can do my daily business without Becks crying wolf once a minute), but it's seriously annoying.
Also, a PSA on Quinn's behalf: Anyone out there know much about the pros/cons of IUDs as birth control?
Meanwhile, Fic Friday! Leave prompts here too if you want.
( the Twitter set )

This week in short:
*My Yuletide assignment is Very Nearly Done (there's one last bit Quinn's helping me with), and I've lined up a beta. And I have an idea for a treat!
*Once Upon a Time catch-up happened; I'd fallen three episodes behind and then was told Sunday's was ALL THE RED FEELS, so I caught up on Tuesday. ALLLLLLL THE RED FEELS. :D :D :D :D :D
*Quinn's back decided to go 'hey, so that chair you were sitting in yesterday? NO ME GUSTA.' Officially diagnosed as a muscle strain (I'm just glad it wasn't a kidney stone).
*And then I went to do laundry and THE PRICES WENT UP. Previously I could get four loads out of a typical six out of a roll of quarters; now it's three, with a random dollar left over. CANNOT EVEN. I might have to start combining sheets/towels with something, if I can cram all that into the washer.
Meanwhile, Fic Friday! (For newcomers: Twitter fic! Prompts given and filled on Twitter. Some of these are Milliways- or other-RP-inspired crossovers.)
( lots of things, including some of those Red feels )

Still have a bit of a cough (stupid plague).
Heat's on! OH BOY IS THE HEAT ON. Seems with radiators it's all or nothing. oops?
Hil found me a copy of Villains By Necessity for my birthday! It's in amazing shape, too; there's a slight crease down the front cover and that's it. BEST EVER.
( a short scene from last weekend )
And now: FIC FRIDAY.
( again, a smattering of fandoms )

WE HAVE A GABBY. GABBYS ARE COOL.
Burning rice and stuffing up the sink is... less so. We need to go to the grocery anyway; Drano will be procured then. (I wonder if it's finished draining from my quick run of dishes yet...) There will be apple turnovers tonight (NOOOOOOOOOOOO).
Meanwhile, Fic Friday!
( Potterverse, Percyverse-flavor Greek mythos, W13, W13/Disc, OUaT/XMFC )
More as it develops!

So last Sunday my grandfather was not doing well at all. Tuesday, he was doing worse. Yesterday, Mom called to see about making arrangements for me to go back to Ohio.
Today, Dad called and said the important stuff is happening Thursday (I never could get the hang of Thursdays). I've booked a ticket, leaving Wednesday and coming back on Sunday.
(Part of me was expecting him to hang on until Saturday - that was my grandmother's birthday; it would have been very poetic. As it is, yesterday was the 48th anniversary of his second marriage, and it's amazing he stuck it out that long. ooooor their anniversary was Wednesday and Mom's mother's birthday was the 20th??? I don't know, if things in this family don't happen on the 19th (which is booked) I don't know when in August it is. XD)

In happier news, WE ARE MOVED IN. We even have a little furniture! (Haven't put the bed together yet, but the mattress isn't here yet either, so. XD)

Help us, Obi-Wan Tubes.

So quinby and I are on the verge of getting an apartment, and we're going to need Stuff. We've trickled in some of the necessities, but others (especially furniture) aren't worth getting until we know the space - and they're more expensive, especially right after plunking down a security deposit.

That's where y'all come in! This is strictly voluntary; think of it as crowdsourced housewarming. But any little bit, even if it's a referral to a place we can get something, is a start.
( if you feel like contributing... )
Every little bit - even if it's just a signal-boost or 'hey, you can look here for that on the cheap!' - helps. Thanks in advance, guys!

ugh, plagues are no fun. This was actually bad enough I called off (all the crud in my head went into my ears, this morning; I don't recommend it). Worse? Not only not sleeping well, but having a dream about how badly you've slept.
But that's not what I'm here for. I'm here for a bit of Out of Context Theatre from the other night:

quinby, talking about the Weasley twins: They do as they damn well please.
me: ...no. No. THAT IS NOT A MEETING THAT NEEDS TO HAPPEN. ::cracks up::
quinby: ::cracks up as well::

Tonight in Out Of Context Theatre: "There is no place for Slytherin in Starfleet!"
That is all.