Club Jade

It’s the post-Con Depression Kickoff Breakfast already? This Jadecon has gone so fast… Too fast. And we’re all exhausted, more than usual. I believe we’ve Con’ed the hell out of this year, with C3 and ROTS gatherings.

And we’re signing the Luke. Upside down. I have suite pictures but seeing as we barely managed to blog this year, getting pictures off cameras at this point may be too much of a stretch.

Susan is taking my picture as I blog. Bitch.

P.S.: I forgot that I won second place in Sithspit’s bounty hunter game. Derek is first by a very long shot, but I took much Sithly pleasure in making him sweat.

The Survivor: Hoth competition came down to me and Debby. To avoid having to do a final filking contest to determine the winner, we decided to get married and split the proceeds. Except no one else seemed to think it was a good idea. So we rolled Rogue’s handy d20 and Debby won. Which was good, because the grand prize was Trivial Pursuit DVD edition and I’ve got that one already. (I won a giant General Grevious pez dispenser!)

But if anyone asks, we totally got married. Totally.

Dunc already mentioned my Thursday night, which involved me getting just a little drunk. Just a little, of course.

Ok, so I got hammered like that stupid little nail that just won’t go in properly. Anyway, I felt that I would write a two-stanza haiku for filk night to commemorate it, especially in light of the fact that everyone was very good about not rubbing my idiocy in my face. So here it is:

Laying on the tile,
I hope no one lights a match;
Nevermind, it’s cold.

Here I go again,
Meeting with my new master.
Hail, porcelain god!

Count, em, baby. And PG thinks I don’t have any skills…

Dean Haglund, aka Langley of the Lone Gunmen from The X-Files is one of the guests at GenCon this year. I saw him on the floor when the autograph lines were pretty shorts, so I just had to tell him about the Lone Gunbabies. I introduced myself, told him I had triplets that were born 7 years ago when XF was still on, and that we had nicknamed them the Lone Gunbabies. He was amused and even asked for a picture of them. I got an autograph from him “To Kelly and the Lone Gunbabies” and later when I remembered I had my camera and went back to get a picture, he remembered me.

We invited him to the suite tonight and he came with a friend who apparently was a vampire on the last episode of Buffy. Spike kicked his ass, or so I hear. :) He enjoyed Mary’s drinks and PG’s lavish “Jade Con Lite My Ass” Hoth decorations. Updisde-down Luke and the wampa in the cave are some of the highlights. Oh, and the bacta tank dancing cage.

Where else but at JadeCon could a Lone Gunman and a Buffy vampire have a drink on Hoth and hear about the Lone Gunbabies?

We’ve had the second CJ casuality–Aaron busted his knee in a fall on the ice. Hopefully it’s not a serious problem. Rogue, however, lead the CJers in sheer number of falls, I believe. We all stared in awe as Liz, Caitlin, Diane and Jen dazzled us with their talent at skating. I skated on the ice for the first time and I didn’t fall down–I guess it’s true that rollerblading experience helps you with ice skating.

Also, we have not watched any bootlegs whatsoever. Not a one.

Survivor Hoth continues, but I just got booted. My team (go Dead Tauntons!) didn’t win the relay race, even though I just gave myself a carpet burn crawling down the Hyatt hallway ala Yoda.

But Dunc did the race dressed as a Gungan, and that’s worse. Even if she *is* still in the hunt.

Missi: “I’m tipsy!”
Sean: “No dear, you’ve tipped over.”

Dunc: “I think I should stay away from anything that could be described as ‘sophisticated.'”