The Adventures of Mr. Wubbles & Yum@

I'm back from Mediawest and five days worth of no computer, no Internet, no WiFi, no email, etc, etc. I survived. (I think). I was not super anxious to get to a keyboard. Then again, days of just chatting, visiting, zine hunting, squeeing and the occasional, inconvenient hassle of calorie consumption might have had their part in that. Yes sir, I enjoyed MWC, reunited with friends and enjoyed being unplugged.

Then I got home and found my DSL was still down.

( insert Shatner's famous Khan bellow from movie, substitute 'Verizon' for Khan )

And so, the angst/anticipation/apprehension/where'smypassport continues...

( Where's a Multi-dimensional Spacial Impala When You Need One? )

MEDIAWEST: 65 hrs and counting...

THINGS I REMEMBER JUST NOW I SHOULD HAVE DONE FOR MWC: 22...and counting

HOW MANY TIMES I'D WISHED FOR A TARDIS: 45 and still counting

HOW MANY TIMES I'D WISHED I PLANNED BETTER: 22...and counting Forget it, I lost count.

HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO PAUSE TIVO BECAUSE I GOT SO DISTRACTED THAT I'D STOPPED PACKING: Only 1...because I stopped packing ages ago. LOL.

HOW MANY TIMES I'D CONTEMPLATED PACKING MY DVD COLLECTION TO LANSING EVEN THOUGH I KNOW I'LL BE TOO BUSY VISITING TO WATCH EVEN MYSELF EXHALE: 0. Taking geminigrl11's advice. No DVDs. I'm burning them into my iPod, baby! Mwhahaha!

HOW MANY BOOKS/FANZINES/PRINTED OUT FIC I'M CONSIDERING BRINGING: ....Uh...Oh, look! A flying Impala. -the bear and fangirl books!-

Good grief...now what? In preparation for Mediawest, I--like any Lansing nomad would do--looked up the weather.

...

Oookay.

( Who Moved My TARDIS? )

MEDIAWEST: 79 hrs and counting...

THINGS I REMEMBER JUST NOW I SHOULD HAVE DONE FOR MWC: 8...and counting

HOW MANY TIMES I'D WISHED FOR A TARDIS: 17

HOW MANY TIMES I'D WISHED I PLANNED BETTER: 22...and counting

HOW MANY TIMES I DISGUST MYSELF HAVING A GOLDEN OREO MUTANT INSTEAD OF THE CHOCOLATE ONE DURING WATCHING TV FINALE FEST: 1 24oz package worth

HOW MANY TIMES I HAD TO PAUSE TIVO BECAUSE I GOT SO DISTRACTED THAT I'D STOPPED PACKING: 5

HOW MANY TIMES I'D CONTEMPLATED PACKING MY DVD COLLECTION TO LANSING EVEN THOUGH I KNOW I'LL BE TOO BUSY VISITING TO WATCH EVEN MYSELF EXHALE: 3, 5, OK, 9 LOL

Seriously...this year, we're a bit more prepared. The zine done well in advanced. But...

( The paperbag smells like chocolate. )

So, getting all the tribs packed, labeled and in happy stacks of pilfered Priority mailers all over the floor like tiny cardboard pillars. Tempted to have a Calvin & Hobbes moment and go "stomp, stomp, stomp" and make like Godzilla/Mothra/gray naked stinky monster Abbadon from Torchwood all over except duh, both legs aren't working yet. Oh well, cardboard's been spared.

Anyway, doing happy count of happy stacks, 16 lovely packages of zine bliss waiting for my postal man who is currently indulging in his love of postal uniform shorts today which is really wrong because the temperature just dropped from 90F to 54F so poor shivering, hairy knees knocking mailman--

Hang on.

-counts stacks-

17 stories...16 packages.

So channeling Numb3rs' Charlie Eppes and trying to figure out where/who/how one got left out from the happiness, wonderfulness (obviously, I was watching my I-Spy Dvds again) of tribs when it hit me...

I forgot to include my trib copy.

Doh.

Brain f_rt over, folks. Nothing to see here. LOL