I think I'm excited

OMG Y'ALL! 
I'M LEAVING FOR DRAGON*CON IN TWO DAYS!!!

Yes I'm screaming.  Because I could wet myself; I'm that excited.
EXCITED!!!

Did I mention that I'm excited?

There is going to be so much glorious geeky things to see there, my head might explode.
EXPLODE!

Wil Wheaton is gonna be there.
Jen & John are gonna be there.
The Shat is gonna be there.
Colin Ferguson is gonna be there...hubba hubba.
Felicia Day is gonna be there.

I know most of you have no clue who these people are...but I don't care.
These are just a handful of people who make me squee with joy while watching what they do.
Acting, writing, blogging, standing there looking hot (Look here...dare you not to drool)...it all means something to me.
There are places, characters, pages that take me to other worlds; allow my brain to explore the depths of my imagination.
Oh...and laugh!!!

Enough for now.
I have packing to do.  And apparently some drool bibs to purchase.

Irene. You bitch.

On August 27, 2011, Hurricane Irene came barreling down on the East Coast of the USofA.  It slammed into Virginia and is currently ass-fucking the people of New York's Coney Island. 

It has been raining since about 3pm Saturday. And at approximately 12midnight the wind started to pick up here in the Susquehanna Valley.  I went to bed around 1am hoping that my house would withstand the howling winds, and that the pool of water collecting underneath my chestnut tree would not grow larger and overtake my basement.

I don't normally ask people to pray for me...but this is what I woke to.

 This gate is normally kept open.

 So is this gate.

 Look how many chairs I have to sit upright. 

THE HORROR!

 That black thing lying there is a spout extension.  I'm not sure if it's mine or my neighbors.  Either way, it had to blow at least 4-5 FEET!

 All those twigs!  I barely have a tree left.

 Look at how much water pooled at the bottom of this slide.

There is at least a pint more than usual.

It's going to be a rough clean up here in the west end.  But somehow we'll all pull together and get through it.  

Newton was on to something

Do you know what happens when a wet flip flop hits a smooth hard wood floor?
Gravity happens.

That's what.

My ass didn't actually connect with the dishes...but it was damn close.  You can't see my cat's face, but he was shaking his head in disappointment, while laughing on the inside I'm sure.



 I thought I was going to lose the entire arm, but I created a tourniquet with my shoe string so I think I'll be fine now.



Nothing to see here people.  Move along!!



So in closing, drink more.
You have no pride while you're drunk.