(this is a copy-paste from my Facebook entry. Haven't changed real names to LJ names, sorry! I may go back and do it later, but it's very late and I"m running out of battery power on hubby's computer--mine is DOA)

Ok. I was typing this up late last week and Aggie decided to "help" me by deleting it and hitting the back button and closing the browser, and.... STUFF.

Ok.

Thursday... Went to work, hadta take Jimbo to the eye doctor cos his one good eye (which is really his BAD eye, OH GOD WE ARE SO DOOMED) was having trouble. They're going to regrind his glasses and we'll see if that helps. Picked up my inhalers. Breathing while out of town is good. Left for LA. Between sitting at KCI and then our layover in SLC, I managed to get MOST of my grading done. Unlike Hurricane Who where I was, quite literally, submitting final grades during closing ceremonies. I suck.

Anyways. Got into LAX at like 11 or something, waited around to get off the plane until I thought I couldn't stand the back pain or claustrophobia any more, waited around the luggage return for ages and ages because the stupid thing was broke... FIIIIINALLLLLYYYY got our luggage, made it to the hotel. Lobbycon in FULL swing. Like... breaking fire codes sorta swing. Dumped stuff in the room, changed into jammies, and went down to the lobby for a booze of some kind or other. Made many hellos and stayed up just as long as I could stand. Oh yes, cried in jealousy that Tony Lee got to meet Chuck while I was... being crunched up in a plane. Twice. He obviously had the better Thursday.

Sleep... then FRIDAY!

Paid six billion dollars for some bagels and cream cheese, picked up badges, handed out some ribbons, loved on Michael and Lynne when they arrived, loved on Katy and others... Managed to not die of ZOMGOODNESS when I got my copies of Chicks Dig Time Lords. About 20 seconds later, after getting my copies of CDTL, Mr Tony Lee showed me Doctor Who #9 and The Panel In Question. The one that cannot be taken back. Because the book is already printed. SO, my head had this like, massive explosion, and I almost died from it.

I dressed up spiffily for Casino NIght even though I don't know how to play cards. I wore heels and everything. You could say that I cosplayed a girl. I sang karaoke. Badly. Which is I suppose the only way to do that. But I wasn't expecting to be as hoarse as I ended up being on Friday night (and the whole weekend for that matter). However, I'm still sorry to the people I subjected to that. I swear, I do actually take lessons and stuff.

There was much amuck running, people greeting and fun-having until my late-nite panel about sssssslash! And that was very lovely. We shipped Captain Jack and Everyone in Every Fandom Ever, Bessy and Bumblebee (yes, you heard it here) and I shared my One/Rose love.

I let Tony Lee persuade me to go off to the Titanic room party. As always it was a roaring time. I think I was just Epic Fail at being social.

There was more lobbycon, and I held out till about 2a local. Which is like... 4a my time, which is about when Lucy wakes me up for attention and cuddles.

Saturday was crazy funness.

We stared off with the Fan Reactions to Character Deaths panel. I think there was a lot of smart discussion, despite shouty beardy man being both shouty and beardy (I really did feel bad for him, and how worked up the discussion was making him) and some crying. Others have rehashed the panel in detail elsewhere so I'm not really going to dwell on it now.

Though I will say... every time I have been at a con with Paul Cornell, he's treated me like Creepy Fan. Which is ok, I mean, if I'm Creepy Fan I will own it. I was sitting right next to him, and I hope I didn't make him feel uncomfortable, and I hope he wasn't thinking OMG, WHY AM I ON A PANEL WITH CREEPY FAN(r)?!? Oh Well LOL. He friended me on facebook later that night, or sunday morning, so I guess I wasn't THAT creepy (or maybe I proved I was Creepy-Harmless instead of Creepy-Creepy).

I think I actually went to panels at one point LOL. I developed a migraine, and tried to address that, and it turned into some kind of insane allergy thing where my face puffed up and I got insanely nauseous and stuff. I missed Rob Shearman's reading (Which I deeply regret!) and Tony Lee's movie (but I sent a proxy! And one capable of running AV equipment at that!). I really didn't start feeling better until like 8 or so. Then we went to Sizzler with a group of folks, and I did a crap job of eating $10 worth of buffet--I had some salad I didn't finish, some soup I only had the broth of, and some ice cream. And I threw half the ice cream away. Because I'm shit at a buffet. Came back feeling even worse than when I left somehow. Like, the bottom dropped out of my bowels at some point (OverShare(r))

Then came the smut/research panel. Look, I like research. I'm a librarian. I grok it real hard. And I like... researching the history of sewage and waste disposal. Especially toilets. I don't know why. Don't judge me. Also, I continued to ship 1/Rose.

I hung around in the lobby for a bit after that, and we had some nice discussions about various things (as one does at lobbycon)... everything from religion and sexuality to fan insanity. Eventually I schluffed it off to bed cos I am a loser who goes to bed early (2:30!) and I am weak!

Sunday, Sunday Sunday.

Sunday was MADNESS. Some totally new level therein.

I dressed again like a girl. I even straightened my hair :) I did not realize just how big my dress was in the chest region when I was getting dressed though. We grabbed some Subway with Lynne, Michael, Katy and others, and I didn't eat much of it. I tried. But once again, I'm a bit shit. I hung out with hubby (and visited the IDW panel where I totally got namechecked) until the Chicks Dig Time Lords panel.

That was madness! There were more participants than room on the stage. We all shared our involvement and our experiences with fandom. I got stupid and sniffly over Human Target, which I always get sniffly over because my grandmother would have loved it. I have weird nerd women in my family. Also, I'm still kinda working through how I was treated in comics fandom, so excuse me for that too :)

We had some good questions... the book sold out in the dealer's room during the panel and after we had an impromptu signing in the hall. I had to think up clever things to write, but I just stole Michael Thomas' idea and signed everyone's like a year book. Including the one for A Special Someone. And my inscription was a totally lame "Stay awesome!" So, um, yeah.

After that we waited to be interviewed by Podshock, and I snuck into the vampires panel, which I totally wanted to stay for, but I hadta go. Oh yeah, and I also met Matthew Dow Smith (who is awesome) and I was even brave enough to talk to him. Believe it or not, I'm really shy around people I don't know and really can't talk to people I haven't been introduced to because, once again, I'm shit).

Ok. Then Podshock. Which I totally took pics of (they're in the mobile gallery I believe). Everything was going alone fine until at one point I intimated that John Barrowman had blown up and exploded babies all over his trailer. Yeah. Thanks to Tara for rescuing me from myself with that one.

Stuff, stuff and more stuff happened... I went back to the room and changed, then snuck into the end of closing ceremonies. I hope that the videos from that make it to youtube and stuff, they were awesome.

Next came tons and tons of lobbycon. I actually managed to eat real food and stuff, it was a bit awesome LOL. More good conversations and friends old and new and love and cookies (OMG GIRLSCOUT COOKIES!!).. and these Trader Joe dehydrated strawberries. Expensive as hell, I hear, but oh-so-good.

I stayed up just as late as I could manage, which was about the time I usually get up for work (OUCH) and then shlepped it off to bed.

Monday we mostly just sat around and BS'd with Tony Lee and others. I finally got to spend some real time with Tara, which I always enjoy. This was, of course, after she, Paul Cornell, Liz and Katy spent TWO MEALS in one of the hotel restaurants. After being friended by Paul Cornell early Sunday morning, I think I proceeded to freak him out by being overly excitable about something (SORRY! I really try very hard not to be Creepy Fan, because I know I probably have a tendency to come off that way, probably because of my inability to read social queues). I'm sure he's since un-friended me.

Tommy Knight was hanging out in the lobby. His mom is a lovely lady :). Tommy is so cute and I want to adopt him and make him my little brother. No offense to my RL little brother--he's wonderful and cute in his own mid-20's kind of way. This is a special teenage "pinch his cheeks and feed him cookies" kind of way. A bunch of folks left for the airport... eventually I followed Jarrod up to Platform 9 and 3/4, where we had a nice chat with Claire and Rhonda, et al. Then I was in the lobby with my tea and the lid popped off and i dumped it allll over me. I had some lovely second-degree burns. Hotel security came to the room and slathered something on my arm, which felt funny but it did help.

We stayed up chatting with Rhonda, Jenny, Ed and many others until it was time to leave at 4am for the airport.

The airport was really dead, I managed to bash my bare foot off of the xray machine (it still hurts, thanks for asking! Thanks, security theater!), and then on the second flight of the morning, I was sleeping in my seat and the flight attendant dumped ice cold water down my side (yaay me! and NO it wasn't the side I burned with the hot water!). We schlepped it home and stopped at Applebees when we got into town, and that was the first chance I had to even LOOK at my copy of Chicks Dig Time Lords. James and I both sat at the table reading while we ate. It's a good book, if I do say so myself!

Then we got home and the cats were very bad to show us how mean we were for leaving. Later in the evening Aggie got sick (THAT was fun), we went to bed super-early, and that was the end of our con :)

I am sure I missed plenty of stuff and maybe mixed up my days at some point, but that's my con! I'd like to thank everyone for Babiez love, and CDTL love, and me love, and all kinds of love. I'm glad I got to spend time with those I got to spend time with, I'm sorry I didn't get to spend more time with the people I didn't spend enough time with, and I met so many wonderful new people!

Where's my countdown clock to Hurricane Who?