So, dearest darlings, things
1. Misha. In a suit. In a boat. In a house. On a stage. In a cage. In a three-piece suit. He is so my hero for everything this weekend, the snark and the beyond the pale sweetness that I'm sure others on my flist will expand on and some have already. He said, amidst a stream of glib commentary on something - possibly Australia, "regrets are hollow." I find that both telling and inspiring. That stuck out in my mind. I heart him, fyi. In case you were unsure on that point. No big autograph story for me, he was lovely and sweet and with fingers that...suffice to say, he's got some nice fucking fingers and he wasn't tired after signing for hours and hours and hours. Also, he wears pumpkin-colored man panties sent to him by clearly delirious fangirls. I think
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gembat is right. He just doesn't give a shit except about the things he gives a shit about.2. Jared and Jensen. I hadn't seen them "live and in person" (aside from A Few Good Men and that wasn't this, obvs) and they really are as warm and wonderful as everyone has always said. They talked about the show, the future, and themselves and nobody asked anything that made me want to run away in full-blown embarrassment squick and terror. They are pretty damn endearing and prettier than Jesus. Jared's earnestness is pretty incredible. Watch the vids, try and not love him, I dare you.
3. Rob. I thought he was great. Whatever nerves he had, he hid them pretty well. The universe has blessed us with genuinely talented and pleasant people on this show. Chuck and Becky = Kripke and the Fandom? She's crazy but he LUFFS her and he's lonely and tragic, but she sees this potential in him? Hmmm.
4. Tracy, Anna, Richard, Jim. I'll try and edit back and expound on them today since I should have a long wait until my five o'clock flight. They all were great. Cheery. Richard was especially great as induced Misha to call him a fuckball. Which is an unexpectedly hilarious thing to call someone else. And kind of deserved if they're outing you about your panty situation.
5. I think Mishaland deserves its own post. Do you even have to ask? Gnome adventures, haunted elevators with Marksha hanging out at the bottom sayin' hay! We could NOT ESCAPE! Steampunk Day. Creeping on Tracy's date with Misha. Holy shit, shit happened, people. I dunno. It was a con, it was perfect.
- Location:THE BIG COMFY COUCH OF DEANBOTTOMSRY
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nostalgic
stickymint !I want to hear your favourite songs, flist!
Here are my top five songs *of right now* uploaded. Download 'em, listen to 'em, then upload your own top five to your journal.
ThouShaltNot - Crawling Deeper
The Weakerthans - Without Mythologies
Vienna Teng - Drought
Ryan Adams and the Cardinals - Let It Ride (Austin City Limits vers.)
Matthew Good Band - Load Me Up
Let me know what you think of them, and I'll let you know what I think of yours :D
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awake - Music:Matthew Good Band - The Future Is X-Rated | Powered by Last.fm
2. Steampunk for ChiCon. It's gonna end up more BellaMcFancy Pants, but I'm okay with that. It's fun, crafty stuff. Also, I am very pleased that gembat showed me a picture of her hotness her dress because I had .5 seconds of worry that we'd decide not to do it/I'd be the loon in the top hat and three-tiered skirt + corset of BarbieGhostHuntingSteamPunk Goodness in Chicago. I has a hat. And the rest of the outfit, obvs, but no picture as yet of that. The webcam is shitty, what can I say?
3. Intern comes back tomorrow. I am going to burn off her hours as soon as I possibly can. I just do so much better on my own.
4. Chili Cook-Off went great! Even in that miserable, shitastic cold? 2500 people. 32000 samples of chili. I actually got compliments on being organized. I LOL'ed in real life when I heard that. Wouldn't have missed Wincon for the world, but I'm glad that it didn't die without my hand on the rudder.
5. Slowly but surely, I will clean this house up. I bleached the bathtub today. Did you hear that, universe that cares about my housekeeping ability? I also scrubbed the toilet. So gold star for me. This reminds me of when we used to play Nun Reform School as kids. We were sick kids, still are. It also makes me think about why I love Mishaland so much. It's the discipline.
And one. I'd like to write a few things about this season and why I think it's so rad. Why I'm loving Sam right now. Why I want them to keep their frat-boy jokes away from Castiel. What a season 6 might look like in my limited view. All my fan-thoughts. I am watching the show, thinking a lot about it, but for the first time in ages, I'm reading some great books, watching some other stuff (Big Bang Theory, ST:DS9, and I think over Thanksgiving, I'm going to try to watch True Blood and Generation Kill. Those are the two that have been on the periphery and have actually made a dent in my unassailable resistance to new shows, so we'll see), but I hope to post something more than bullet points soon!
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restless
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cheerful
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creative
I know I owe some comments. I will do that. Just gotta be sure I do this.
Thursday:
Working till noon, going over to the hotel afterwards via sister. Will bring all things shipped to me, my prom dress, my zombie pale makeup, any requested alcohol, any other unexpected wants and needs. Meeting fangirls. Waiting for Kat and Kat!Mom to get to the hotel room. Enjoying their company until SHOW! Watching show and getting happy until a reasonable hour so I can wake up...
Friday:
Getting a ride from hotel via other sister so I can go to work from 8:30-noon or so and get all the last minute Chili Cook-Off shit done. Returning to hotel. Flailing. Doing fangirl stuff. Enjoying WinCon. Showing the sites if we have time for that stuff. Waiting for weesta to get in. Re-watch. Banjo Billying this shit. Hopefully, deservedly, getting drunkles.
Saturday:
Seeing if anyone has a need/desire to go to said Chili Cookoff (1-5pm). I WILL NOT WORK IT. I WILL NOT WORK IT. If yes, do that for a bit. If no, do other things. Go to WinCon things, go to WinCon Prom, be fabulous, drink more.
Sunday:
More fun/go home/splatter.
Am I missing anything, fucking up anyone's schedule? I hate the fact that I don't have it all off. HATE. I would LOVE to not have to come in on Friday and I will fight like hell to figure out a way to manage that, but I think they need to print shit and there's nobody but me who knows how to print anything. So. Please contact me, guys, hotel mates, if you needed or expected me to do something and I don't have it on here. I don't think I need to pick anyone up from the airport and the hotel dates are right for everyone, right? I'm nervous!
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embarrassed - Music:Great Big Sea - Love | Powered by Last.fm
pensiveAs someone recently mentioned, make like Dean and wear layers. It is absolutely gorgeous out today - 81F and completely cloudless after a few days of cold, cold rain and snow in the high country. There's really no predicting as different areas are protected by the mountains and miss inclement weather or those same areas may trap bad weather and it'll be worse there than anywhere else. I'm sure in the hotel there's not a lot to worry about, but if you're heading out at night - a heavy jacket is a good idea. It can get cold this time of year, it can snow. We just never know.
Numero dos: remember to drink water. There isn't a lot of time to acclimate to the elevation difference. Most people are fine, some people really feel the "mile highness" of the city. Water helps.
Tres: There's a lot of amazing things both in and out of the city. Denver is a big, sprawling, CITY city contrary to a lot of popular belief. And there's a decent bus system, I think, to get you around. www.rtd-denver.org. If there's anything I can help with or offer my Colorado perspective on or recommendations for places to eat, feel free to say hey.
Some quick links:
Denver Museum of Nature and Science - I love this museum. It's also right by the Denver Zoo.
16th Street Mall is a cool area right downtown, busy, with lots of neat shops.
Molly Brown House - neat, haunted, and a great look at Denver History
How to Go Ghost Hunting in Denver
More Ghostly Sites:
Denver International Airport - Everyone, no doubt, remembers or has at least heard of, the terrible problems that were encountered when building the airport in 1995. Grossly over its budget of 1.7 billion dollars, the airport was buried in technical problems during its building, especially regarding the automated baggage system. In the end, the airport cost $4.8 billion! These problems, as well as reports of employees and travelers experiencing a number of strange incidents at the airport today, is attributed to the fact that the airport was built on top of Native American sacred ground.
(Laivine's note: by the way, if you go through the airport and hear what sounds like native american music, it's played because supposedly in the construction of the airport they built on that sacred ground and became "cursed" and this is the solution they came up with. So the music plays 24/7.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LY5uaNjD
Yeah, I'm like this because I work for a Visitors Center, but I do hope everyone likes our state as much as I do! Send me a message if I can help you!
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excited
4. Figure out where I need to be when for WinCon and what the driving situation is for everyone.
5. Exercise, drink water, eat something vegetably, for goodness sake.
6. Sort out some winter clothes.
7. Talk to Amanda about finishing the costume/prom dress.
8. Make a new mix CD OR find the ipod.
9. Write something new on lustrata / loosestrife / firmament / clarice / SPNFic / something
14. Talk to the parents about trading my car in.
15. Unclench. Somehow.
- Mood:okay
- Music:Blackmore's Night - Wish You Were Here | Powered by Last.fm
- Music:ThouShaltNot - True Love | Powered by Last.fm
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curious
Watching the West Wing
I am the definition of laconic.
1. Curlers in my hair
2. Spent a lot of today being a bitch both needlessly and for good reason.
3. I have Friday off and I'm focusing on that and not on our crappy luncheon tomorrow and not on the fact that I do not have any time whatsoever to take Friday off. Fuck it, I need it after my 70 hour work week.
4. Misha Collins, the cunning linguist, makes my heart glow. He is the Cindy Loo Whoo of my grinchy, savage heart. The Deanbottomses aren't so bad, either.
5. I need to register for Wincon, make an appointment, start spelling properly, make it through a work week without another fucking thing going wrong.
And one...nice guy...you better have something to say to me next time I see you. This is getting sad. And weird.
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aggravated
1. When I psych myself up and go out and walk - I always feel so much better.
2. When I talk to teh Deanbottoms crew - I always feel so much better. SO MUCH.
3. When I drink more water and less pop - I always feel so much better.
4. When I hear Misha Collins saying anything, but especially, when he says Fuck You and Fuck It - I always feel so much better.
Seriously, spent all of today laughing with and at him. My face hurts as a result. I think he is a verbal ninja with dazzling skills. I just adore him so very much. He encourages me to be whoever the fuck I am wherever I am. Dangerous, dangerous Misha. I also hope the boys and the fans had a good time, because we've heard so much not-good via le Twittah.
5. When I write anything, substantial or no - I always feel so much better.
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chipper
In lieu of an entry, I decided to post a poem from my virb account as no one's reading this over there and I want to post and just... do something as opposed to waiting for a thing to be done.
A Thing Adrift
I've decided I've no need for a boyfriend.
Not at least more than I need a yesman.
Earnest for my approval.
Ready and willing to lie
To save my ragged sake.
A seller of stones
And snake oils.
With a thin, fabricated smile that stays
just long enough to sear the lips
of those he kisses
with a memory, true or imagined,
of earnest approval
and the goodest of faiths.
Faith based not on love or trust, but an
ironclad refusal to disbelieve.
A vessel that sails away all that wavers,
terrified, storm-sick, blanched and abandoned,
and returns it salvaged and without a seam.
An automaton behind glass walls that spits out fortunes
on gilt slips, in gold inks, Blessings upon you,
oh, you thing adrift
on this disregarded sea.
seeking home and finding only horizon.
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drained
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1. All the props that look like vibrators.
2. Julian Bashir still is my dearest Good Doctor and his accent still makes me swoon. I watched for him then, and I'm watching for him now.
3. Sometimes the techno-babble is so complex and yet absolutely ridiculous and fragile that if you thought for one second about chroniton particles and neutrino fields...it collapses like a flan in a cupboard. Also, it makes angels and demons pontificating on the dominion of heaven and hell seem absolutely straight out of a Flannery O'Connor novel. There is a lot of religion to be found, too. It's interesting, but it's up against the Starfleet PCism and it's odd. It's very gray and very murky. I like it, but it sometimes feels like marching knee-deep through oatmeal.
4. Ferengis. They're just so fucking disturbing looking.
5. The characters are really...you care about them.
And one, this is just a huge flashback to my childhood. I'm not a big Trekkie, I haven't even seen DS9 after Season 4 or 5, I mean to rectify that now...but wow, some of these episodes bring about this powerful odd synaesthesia. I watch and I smell smells, think thoughts, hear songs and I'm back there. It's odd.
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amused
