rm | sundries

- Patty is off to Ohio and is buying our Atlanta tickets tonight.

- I am very excited about taking an airplane flight with Patty. I have not held someone's hand when the plane took off in almost 15 years. I do _hate_ commercial flying though, and turbulence makes me sit there in white-knuckled annoyance/fear chanting the Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear. I am not even joking. It's so undignified. And hilarious, in current contexts. I faintly remember, all half asleep, her telling me she'd make sure I wasn't scared on the plane. Which leads into the item below with a certian level of hilarity it's almost difficult to describe.

- I am slowly retreating from my "I am not cosplaying" stance about Dragon*Con, although I am now leaning towards a steampunk outfit based around the Bedoin coat Patty brought me from Syria. Of course, people I know in TW fandom are going and various people need a Jack for various cosplay things and I MUST RESIST. Hopefully, I'll be less itchy about it, since I'll have had time to play at Terminus and at the upcoming DoV stuff. I think a lot of it is that after having excuses to costume twice a week for a month, I feel out of sorts in the mundane clothes of modern summer, and there is, really, something oddly nice about the press of braces on one's shoulders. Really. Wait what was this about again? Oh yeah, I am not cosplaying at Dragon*Con. Crap.

- The Fantasticks is a much different show when you are 35 than when you are 8. Still charming. And wow, that fellow they have playing The Wall right now? Cute cute cute cute cute. Dark hair, bright wide eyes and a smirk. You see where this is going. I never remember The Wall smirking in its efficiency before.

- A Friday of 800 tasks.

- Time to write the Terminus papers! (Or at least produce copious notecards! All of which I'll probably memorize anyway just by accident. You all have never seen me give a paper. I'm kinda motherrfucking awesome.