A following lost and blind

There is only gibbering squee here. Perhaps we can return to intelligent content in a day or so.

Until then...

OMG, Andrew in leather pants. Oh. My. God. He can tell me about Marx and Engels any time.

Alas, I did not get to molest Andrew, but I did get to say hi to the oh-so-hot Chris Catalyst after the show. I think a trip to Leeds is in order, to collect specimens for the Hot Boy Preserve.

What was I saying...?

*twitch*

Only the obnoxious cost of airfare is preventing me from making plans to go to Toronto or LA. Alas.

Okay, I go to bed now, and dream of the dead days. Maybe my brain will come crawling back some time tomorrow.

Driven together, and given

Away to the...east?

Madness (and leather pants) grips me, and I just realized I'll be getting a check from SH in a month or so, which would more than cover a cheap hotel in Atlanta and gas money.

I should get the crazy groupieness out of my system while I'm young and still capable of making a 13 hour drive, right?

And I should have some fun to make up for a lack of Wiscon, right?