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[_dellamore]

I wanted my next post to be all fun with the Writercon recounting, but I've lapsed into the old "wah, I'm too tired to post real content" pattern. So, in lieu of detailed recollections and/or Jane Espenson

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[lumenara]

I also have yet to post a con report.

I have been really off since I got back. Also, I keep typing "omg!". I almost never used to do that. *misses you*

[raking_leaves]

that lint/devil spawn spider is totally in your bed dude. i saw it there.

YAAY TOMORROW WILL BE THE SHIT!

lookit zach. isn't he pretty? don't worry -- i'll give him back. soon. maybe

[_divya_]

:::dies:::

I can't believe that a) you mistook us for a spider (maybe I don't need to lose weight after all) and that b) airport security didn't ask you why you were transporting a GIANT FUCKING SPIDER. I mean, come on. If everyone was like me, you could take an entire plane over with just one spider. Screw boxcutters and nail scissors, I'm more afraid of spiders. If I packed a giant spider? I'd be done unpacking right then because I'd have to burn everything it might have touched. Eeeeee.

Goddammit, Di.

:::never stops laughing:::

[_dellamore]

Heeeee. And you having a need to lose weight is so not of the sense-making world. Much like my grasp of English grammar and syntax. No, see, you have that long-legged, lean svelteness that spiders have that makes them so damn sexy. Rrrawwr.

I almost didn't make it through security, but that's because I chose to throw the giant fucking spider in their faces and scream, "Look, it's a giant fucking spider in your face." Heee. But now that you mention it, that's a great way for terrorists to receive their demands and to have a relatively low bodycount. Spiders. Let's never tell any terrorists about this, though.

Heeee! Next time we're in the same city, I'll be sure to pack you two. Don't worry. Di. *threatens lovingly*

[4yourdionly]

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I will never stop screaming..............!!!

Any-onymousDi read this to me on the phone when you posted, and I couldn't stop talking about it for, like, 45 minutes. And I was screaming the whole time. I screamed so loud the neighbors thought I got a love life.

Las Vegas SpiderCon! Eeeee.....! ::hyperventilate::

Kill it! Kill it with your mighty sword! Oh wait, you have a mighty pen, you crazily talented writer you. Hey! Kill it with your mighty pen, which is mightier than any old sword!

There's a mighty-pen pun in there somewhere. And it's dirty. And sophomoric. Mmm...

BTW...I miss you Dellamorrrrrrre (singing)....

[_dellamore]

Never. Stop. Screaming. Baby.

Heee. Anyonymous Di. You silly, funny typo-making upside-rightside-facing girlies. I lurve you. Wheeee. I am gladdened to make you scream for with the fear. Or is that, with zee pleasurre? *leers*... Yeah, probably fear, though.

It's funny, when my friend came over to help me kill the spider, we both just stared at it and screamed as it ran wildly around the carpet. Now I think my room's infested. They skitter around everywhere I look. And --

THERE'S A SPIDER ON YOUR SHOULDER!

Naw, not really. Sorry. But if there were, I would wield my slightly-flaccid-mighty pen, and I would slay it so hard. With my big, long pen. See, I went there with the pun. I did. Eeeeee.

I meeeesss you, TaraDiOnly. *g* You make lovely compliments and icons and photographs and happiness. Life is drab without you and the AnyonymousDi. *sigh*