Wednesday, July 20, 2005 The Con

I have been to overwhelmingly lazy and interested in other things to have writtten about my weekend. So, here it goes... Well actually, the biggest thing that happened was going to Comic Con! I went with my dearest and nearest friends. I love the Con.  This year I was fortunate enough to actually see famous people and take advantage of a few conferences.  In the past, all I did was peruse the marketplace downstairs, play games, and grab swag. My best friend and I made complete idiots of ourselves when we ran into Kevin Smith in the hallway. Googily-eyed, all she could say was, "I love how you support Degrassi!" as he was walking in the hall. He turned, nonchalantly, and replied, "Thanks," and kept on walking.  I, however, could do nothing, absolutey nothing, but freeze. The conferences where neat. We saw the world's fastest cartoonist, some insane constumes from all spectrums of imagination, I wanted an autograph from the Frankenstein of Adams Family,  there was a  Medieval melee Tournement (which was freakin' rad! I almost wanted to join.), terrible cartoons, NO Cowboy Beebop and I ran into a lot of ancient friends from highschool.  Oh, I saw a couple quilts too. Do you think quilts are hot?  I do.  Am I wierd? I think guys should really start wearing them. With black boots...yeah. Ok! There was also Tenecious D which was EFFIN awesome!  I love them.  The lyrics, the talent, the humor...out of control!  I will watch the movie, with Jack Black as my witness, I will! Then I went to the bar the next night with The Hoovers. It was a change of pace because I never join them there.  Sadly, I was insanly bored. I didn't drink because The Con had drained me of all my money.  So I was a sober gal, in a crowd of bubbly drunk people.  I loved that.  I was so sober, I stood in line and banged on the door of an empty bathroom stall.  Loved that.  The dinner at Santana's was better.  I laughed, because everyone was sobering, and learned a lot about linguistics. I had no idea that the Japanese actually, via brain signals, cannot differentiate the sounds of "R" and "L."  I knew they would mix it up, but not that their brains couldn't process the difference...verrry interesting.  Made me think about the Filipino "F" and "P," or other language barriers.  If I can't drink, I think I have to be indulged in truly intellectual conversation, or I will be angry.  LoL. Monday tied in to the weekend because I hung out with my two boy friends. (note the space.)  And we drank the way we used to, in the living room parking lot, listening loudly to 80s, because there was no one to call us out.  A Frenchy joined us too.  That was good times. Oh, the nostalgia.  One of the boys has hardly hung out with us lately, so his presence was pleasently refreshing.  Like gum. I like gum.  Do you like gum? Am I wierd to like gum so much?  Gum is good anytime, especially while playing cards....yeah. Ok! Well my weekend this was. Now off to work. With a massive bruise on my neck...which everyone at work noticed yesterday!  Two people loved how I was hiding it with my sweater.  Another gal showed me her "bruise." Two kids wanted to tell their mom's, and a mom, called me a lot of bad foreign words.  Then an entire room of people called me a slut.  It's a bruise dammit!  People can't get neck bruises anymore without being chastised!? What has this world come to?