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[rm]

We're home, thank god. I'll do a D*C wrap up as well as post about some other things in a bit or tomorrow.

If I said I was going to email you from the plane, the plane Internet wasn't working, but I will drop you a line in the next day or two.

If I missed anything important, please tell me or link below.

If anyone wrote any TW fic I should see, let me know.

As the plane landed at LGA, the little kid sitting in the seat behind Patty declared, "Stop the boat." Now, I can't stop saying it. It sums up EVERYTHING.

So, now that all the D*C stuff is done, some pressure is off, although I've started the Bristol abstract, have some post-con networking followup to do, and unrelatedly, still have to finish that Madonna essay.

I now have a kit for a resin model of Jack's Webley. Yay DragonCon. You should have seen me trying to get it into the checked luggage, which was already over-packed. We're in the Sheraton lobby, having already checked out before I got to the dealers room and I'm sitting there on the floor fighting with the suitcase muttering, "the things I do for you, Jack." Because seriously, the luggage thing was war!

Comments

[mecurtin.livejournal.com]

I listened to your voicepost and was surprised: I had been imagining you with Lauren Bacall's voice. Don't we all wish ...

[rm.livejournal.com]

Yeah... yeah... I know. I keep wishing my voice was deeper too. Also, I still am working on losing the high perky girl voice for public chatter, since my more private voice is deeper and more deadpan.