Sep 1, 2012
It took 4 hours and 108 pages, but I did it.
I caught up with Tumblr after Con. OK. Going to bed now.
seen from Netherlands
seen from Switzerland
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
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seen from Malaysia
seen from Switzerland
seen from Egypt
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
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seen from United States
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seen from Netherlands
It took 4 hours and 108 pages, but I did it.
I caught up with Tumblr after Con. OK. Going to bed now.
So, I take it you had a blast. The long sewing hours weren't for nothing, cool! And you know how to dance the can-can?
Surely everyone knows how to dance the can-can?*knee up, kick leg**other knee up, kick other leg**Repeat**when you get tired, do a bit of a wiggle with your dress material and wobble your knees from side to side**if feeling brave - throw in a bunch of high kicks for good measure**Repeat and repeat and repeat until music ends*Ladies and Gentleman: The Can-can.
Discworld Con
Oh, I had the best time. Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up. Over the course of 4 days I learnt about all about swords (including the allowing of handling of edged weaponry), all about knots (I can tie a bowline!) and I learnt all about Cripple Mr Onion (all your monies is belong to us!). I heckled Just a Minute, QI, and anything else I could get my hands on. I saw a Golem moonwalk, a dwarf rap about how we all loved big beards and we couldn't lie, and Adora Belle Dearheart sing "These Boots Are Made For Walking". I danced Scottish dances with the Nac Mac Feegle, a polka with a woman in a red wig and Tonker played air guitar on an axe to Bohemian Rhapsody (and pretty much anything else played that night). I discovered Werewolf for the first time and became madly addicted. I released the 'Happy Raptor Noise' at full volume in Sator Square and then swiftly bought the glee inspiring Cheesemongers badge for my bag of badges. I am torn over the Postal Service courier bag, and I might - just might. When I get paid. I didn't sleep enough, didn't eat enough, but probably drank enough, considering. I definitely danced too much. Oh, and Davina admired (profusely) my dress for the convention dinner. I didn't/don't want to come back to Roundworld. Roundworld sucks (re-set the counter!) Quack. ETA: Today has been weird. I miss it. Every time I close my eyes I can be back walking the corridors of the Hilton, but every-time I open them, boring old Roundworld impinges again. It feels funny not to be wearing my badge, I keep looking down and panicking that I've lost it. Time for unpacking/washing/bread making. Let the prosaic march of life go on...