Personal Note: So long, Mom, I'm off to Otakon

[nebroadwe]

... as soon as I finish packing, complete my travel arrangements, send off the last writing contest entry due this month, get my cell phone fixed, and take out the trash. (And figure out what entries I've forgotten to make on my to-do list.) Oy. It's such a relief to have a friendly panel of Girl Genius to take my mind off all the pre-vacation hullaballoo. "World's Best Boss," indeed! :-)

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[lyricnonsense.livejournal.com]

Have fun! And bring back lots of toys. :)

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

I'm told I can't buy plushies for the young'uns of my acquaintance, but that action figures might just pass muster. :-) My own budget's a bit tight this month, but I'm at least going to pick up the FMA tankoubon I don't yet have ... and maybe work up the courage to ask Peter Beagle for his autograph. I'm not a celebrity hound, but I have enjoyed his work.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

"So long Mom, I'm off to drop the bomb, so don't wait up for me....."

Have a wonderful trip!

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

PETER BEAGLE.

*whines*

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

I know! He's evidently got a booth in the dealer's room to hawk his latest project, whatever it is. I shall definitely saunter by nonchalantly a few times.

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

Heh. Knew you'd get that ...

Thanks! I shall probably report upon my return, unless I'm up to my neck in work again. The things in my IN tray this past week ... [shudders]

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Picture? *whines*

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

*points at icon* Yes, I know all about the dreaded "In" Tray. *shudders*

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

[nods at icon] Don't I wish. My supervisor, otherwise a lovely and tolerant woman, has been snickering wickedly at me every time I complain about the fact that every single copy of Du Bartas his Deuine Weekes and Workes in our collection has ISSUES (missing leaves, including title pages; addenda randomly inserted; parts of two different editions cobbled together to make up a complete text; incomplete earlier editions bound with later individual publications ... ), because I asked for this project. I tell her that it was a perfectly decent project until she got back from vacation. I was zipping through seventeenth-century playscripts, none of them longer than fifty pages, but she returns and the shelves mysteriously rearrange themselves to place these enormous honking volumes of pre-Miltonian (heck, sub-Miltonian!) Biblical paraphrase next in line. Argh!

[nebroadwe.livejournal.com]

[glooms] Camera dead. Word-picture?

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Sub-Miltonian? The mind boggles.

Actually, the mind runs and hides. *shudder*

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

*brightens* Word-picture. *nod nod*