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Finally Safe, Don’t Know About Sound.

Husband, Fritter, and I are finally back in our respective homes for now. The actual trip was pretty scary, as we ended up hitting a lot of bad weather on the way back down, but Dragon*Con was as amazing as ever.

I’m currently still trying to recover, and I may have a post about the lovely pieces we picked up on the trip, but I know that I’m owing a PR post, and have one due tomorrow, so that’s going to be my focus as I haven’t even watched this week’s episode. I watched last week’s, but it came through so poorly on the cable at the hotel that I’m going to re-watch it to make sure that I have a clear view of everything.

Husband and I have also decided that costuming for next year will begin in January to make sure that we end up with enough time. With Fritter’s help, I’m hoping to become more proficient at machine sewing, so that not everything I do has to be done by hand. We have to decide what costumes to do, first, however.

I finally got husband into my corset this Dragon*Con, which was completely delicious, and he’s agreed to do a cosplay that puts him back in it, but I have to figure out what to do with him. I’m actually kind if leaning toward Red Queen (which I’ve been wanting to do for years) and King for me instead. The only real problem that I see with that is that Husband wouldn’t want any photographic evidence, just because his family is so weird about those kinds of things.

Speaking of Husband’s family weirdness, we were having dinner with them, and the brothers insisted on putting meatballs in a sauce that had already had meat added to it. Am I the only one who finds this strange? I’m not against a think sauce by any means, but it always seems as though I can’t actually get any sauce when they do that. Also, it makes me feel slightly sick to my stomach from the seasonings in the meatballs (which are almost always pre-packaged and not particularly good to begin with.

Now one of the brothers is pissed with me because I insisted that the meatballs don’t go into the sauce, even though I was the one who got the sauce started. You would think that making his job easier by cutting out needless steps would appeal to him, but apparently I’m just the devil today.


Srs Bsns.

So I’ve got to finish packing for the trip, dye my hair, and be ready to go by 4pm. I’m crazy excited to be almost on the road, and I can barely seem to relax enough to sleep. Husband wants to cuddle, but I’m not really in the mood, so I thought I would go ahead and type up a little something for you guys out in the cyberspace of the real world.

I’m a little anxious because I’m not going to be able to play my fb games for a while, but the problem with that is that I know as soon as I can’t access them anymore, I’m not going to care. I’ve already warned my Scrabble buddies that I’m going to be out of commission. I just have to ignore my restaurant.

The trip should be a lot of fun, though. Dragon*Con has never not been a good time, and for the road trip, we actually are going to be carrying a power converter for the car so that we can use the computer while we travel. I might actually be saving some slash onto the laptop, just so I can read it in the car. Maybe not, I’ve had some problems with motion sickness before.

Cat has been situated with the right people. Once we pack, and Husband is home for work, we will be on our way.

Since You Looked At Me.

I’m one week away from Dragon*Con! I’m trying to decide if I want to set up little snippets to be posted during that time, or just let the blog lie fallow in the fields of the internet. There is so much to do in preparation, but I’ve been terribly lazy. The only real effort I’ve made is half a crochet project I meant to do for a friend I’ll be seeing and buying two boxes of hair dye for myself.

Husband has been doing more since he has to get work prepared for it, but that’s really more about making sure the whole place doesn’t fall to bits while we are out of the state. I mean, really, I think they would probably shatter if Husband wasn’t there to protect the brittle pieces and cushion the blows.

Cat is going to be left to the devices of the roomies, which as previously discussed, can be quite harrowing. I’m worried that we’ll come back and she will have gained thirty pounds and developed a taste for marsupial flesh and cow’s milk. Yeah, I know it probably isn’t that bad, but I’m a worrier, and they kind of suck hardcore at following my directions.

I still don’t know if I’m going to costume at any point. My new found allergy to latex has reared enough for me to rethink Zedding up for anything. It sucks, but I’m glad that it happened early enough for me to realize and not get fucked up by the itching and pain. Also, I’m wondering if I would be able to take a Benadryl and ignore it. (According to my research, technically yes, but I could also shift into anaphylactic shock fairly rapidly if exposed enough. fuck.)

In any event, I’m spazzing the fuck out for the joy of being at Dragon*Con. I’m super, duper, crazy excited. I love seeing friends and being around the con so much!

Mark Me Up.

I have a tattoo. It is a geeky tattoo, and I love it. But I’ve been craving more ink since I got it. My Husband is against this, mainly because he hasn’t gotten his first one yet. On top of that, we have another friend (Gir) who also wants one, and I love the idea of all of us getting them together.

However, money is an issue because tattoos are stupidly expensive. Most areas have a base that they will charge you for a piece, even if it is incredibly tiny.

This could end up costing $60.

For me, that’s just kind of  a wtf-moment. I know that it is permanent, and you are paying for the person’s skill and competency, but I sometimes feel like the amount charged is kind of ridiculous.

Also, there is a problem with what each artist considers their time, talent, and skill to be worth, even in the same studio/shop. My tattoo was gotten at the same time as a friend who got an extremely similar design, but the artists charged us thirty dollars difference. Mine, which was more simple, was the higher priced. The artist who did mine brought the price down some when the other artist said something to him, but he still didn’t bring it down to what the other artist was charging.

I also am very uncertain of what I want as my next design. I actually have a couple of designs I’ve been looking over, but I can’t seem to settle on one. Husband has been looking over a couple as well, but his are going to be uber geeky. Like, capital gee, GEE-ky. Like, whoa. I love the child, but I don’t know that I would be comfortable getting a gaming tattoo. But then, gaming hasn’t been as big a part of my life. (Though now that I think of it, if I were to get a gaming tat, it would probably be a scrabble tile.

I have no idea what Gir wants, but he was talking about getting one with me, even before Husband started talking about getting one as well, so I’m hoping that he will wait for me to be settled and have some cash.

Dice and Pearls.

I swear my MIL is not going to have a single thing to give me come winter hols time. Last night, she gave me not one, but two of my presents she’s been working so hard on. Husband’s pouting because he feels like she is doing so much for me, but not for him or his brothers, but I think that she just feels like I will appreciate the effort she’s putting in for me.

Crafting is something she and I both share; we have a running joke that I’m going to inherit all of her crafting supplies should anything happen to her. I love working on crafts, and she has been so awesome at making jewelry for me that I love.

This having been said, the last piece she gave me is my official new favorite. She gave me a dice and pearl necklace, and it. is. gorgeous.

You see, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this, but Husband and I are complete geeks/dorks.  We like to dress up in costumes and costume makeup. We go to science fiction conventions. We argue about who is the better captain, Kirk or Picard. We play Dungeons and Dragons.

Dungeons and Dragons is the game we play every week, and one of the fun parts of playing is that you always have a set of dice. And the dice aren’t just your standard board game six-sided dice, either. There are many different kinds!

A Pound of Dice from DnDdice.com

Most sets have 1 d4, 1 d6, 1 d8, 1 d10, 1 d12, 1 d20, and 1 percentage die, which is the same shape as a d10, and can be used the same way, just marked with multiples of ten as opposed to just single digits and 10.

In any event, MIL decided to make me a necklace out of them because they are so much fun, they play a pretty big part of our lives and interactions, and because we all bond over them. Husband bought me my first and second sets, and I’ve bought him two sets as well.

The necklace is absolutely beautiful. It is in shades of blue (one of my favorite colors), and I can’t wait to wear it. I’ve decided that I’ll be wearing it to Dragon*Con, and I’m trying to decide how often I can get away with it!

Lubing Up The Cat.

I feed Vaseline to Cat pretty much daily. Please, let me explain. There is a perfectly reasonable reason, I promise.

Anyone who’s had cats usually knows that hairballs can be an issue if your cat is kept indoors. Sometimes, cats just can’t process all the hair they eat when they bathe themselves, and really, hairballs are icky, icky, icky. If a cat can get outside, then they often will eat grass and leaves to help themselves throw up the hairball, but Cat is not going outside.

So I go with a little more logical approach. The Vaseline acts as a lubricant, and doesn’t allow the hairballs to form as easily, meaning Cat is less likely to have them. And frankly, Cat loves it.

I don’t give her much, just a pea-sized bit spread over my finger a few times a week. Cat comes running for it every time. She hears the lid popping off the container, and she’s right there. She comes for it more readily than she does her food.

Fritter saw me doing this and thought I was out of my mind, but I’ve been doing this for years with other cats. I learned it from my mom, and really, it is just as viable an option as the more costly hairball solutions sold in stores, considering most of those are edible salves based on, you guessed it!, Vaseline. Why spend more on something that is just going to do the same damn thing?

And besides, I like Vaseline because it comes in a tub or jar, which means I don’t have to sit there and try to squeeze it out of a tube.

Husband is against the whole thing, mainly because he hates Vaseline in general. His take is that a) it is disgusting, and b) it eats through latex. That’s pretty much all you need to know about the horrors of Vaseline. I think this is a pretty limited view, but I’m aware that his opinion is shared with quite a few. I don’t really care. I mean, the feel is no different than any other lubricant (including olive oil and vegetable oil), and it isn’t harming Cat, and she loves it.

And really, anything to mean that I have to step on fewer hairballs, ’cause in the grand scheme of disgusting? Hairballs win the prize.

Busy Day Is Busy.

I started today a bit earlier than I would normally. I managed to get out of bed and shower with enough time to actually get some gas in the car before I had to meet up with anyone. Granted, I was still a little late, but that was totally traffic and construction.

Since today was my day off, Husband and I went and picked up Fritter and Dumas from their respective areas, then got some lunch. As always, Five Guys was very delicious and we brought home too many fries. Dumas went home for a while, and Husband, Fritter, and I ran into Husband’s work for a bit so he could get some minor stuff taken care of. After that, we went to our local comic shop and picked up some gaming supplies.

Fritter has been insisting that we all learn to play Munchkin, so she picked up a set for it. After d&ding, we did a quick round of Munchkin, and it was so much fun, even if half of us were about to pass out from lack of sleep.

I really love learning to play new games, especially games like Munchkin, where the point is just to have a good time and interact with everyone. My friends always love to get together for Apples to Apples, and most of us love to play Scrabble with one another. Fritter, especially, gets my love for Scrabble, and I’m glad to have a partner in gaming in her.

I think something that people miss out on today is the real life gaming social experience. We can play all kinds of games online, technically socially, but it is just mostly demanding things from others. Click this! Accept that! I’ll be the first to admit that I love my facebook games, but I don’t think they increase my socializing with my friends or family at any speed. If anything, they make me less inclined to have actual conversations with people.

Sitting around with roomies, or family, or friends of any kind, and just hanging out and playing together is really more fun than anything else for me.

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