I give thanks to my dear Japan for making me such a lovely card. (Both of the fangirlisms. One place!)
But then I saw this and I just went "lolwut":
Maybe it has something to do with the backroom has been centering on me. In fact, I'm editing this post right now and everything is centered (rather than put to the left).
Also, it's theater, not theatre. :D
Also also...yes, I do want to.
In correspondence to a sketch in my notes and with a discussion we had in the wee hours of Chat about FFO fanfiction. Kat presents...a very serious and depressing drabble. That means one-hundred words. I am trying very hard to fill up this spot be...
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Ganked from Missay, who got it from divisionten, who found it here. I promise I'll make a real update soon.
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Your objective is simple: World Domination.
Your motive is a little bit more complex: Sadistic pleasure
Stage One
To begin your plan, you must first traumatize a senator. This will cause the world to whisper among themselves, confused by your arrival. Who is this criminal mastermind? Where did they come from? And why do they look so good in classic black?
Stage Two
Next, you must sabotage New York. This will all be done from a underground secret headquarters of doom, a mysterious place of unrivaled dark glory. Upon seeing this, the world will lose their minds, as countless hordes of mad scientists hasten to do your every bidding.
Stage Three
Finally, you must unleash your unholy weapon, bringing about an end to sanity. Your name shall become synonymous with fuzzy bunnies, and no man will ever again dare interrupt your sentences. Everyone will bow before your extraordinary charisma, and the world will have no choice but to worship the ground you walk on.
Again, Kat is braindead, so a real post will be coming when she's had sleep (and food).
I would just like to share this:
It pays to hang around after the show. Turns out Joel and I have very sarcastic senses of humor and we were both totally on the same wavelength with it. Trace had to listen to a punwave while several of us winced, and then he was nice enough to pose for the above shot.
And of course, I got Frank to talk to Nehs. Because when you give me your cell number, I'm liable to call you.
:D
Nehs, this one's for you.
I don't have photos from Cinematic Titanic yet, but boy oh boy do I have a story. I have an awesome story.
So me, Kastom, Ryu, and schultzie are standing in the hallway because we were there at 9pm (show started at 10:30). After lining up, Gruber comes along, handing out green cards to ask Joel (or anyone) a question. I had a thought...but decided, eh...Then the suggestions from the three boys were stupid, so I went with my question, handed it to an usher as we were sat, and prayed it would at least get to the hands of Gruber who could then do whatever the hell we wanted.
Joel had the questions at the end of the warm-up, and Kast goes "Eee, your question!" I just shrugged; I mean, there wasn't a chance in hell the question was going to be asked. We were entertained by his calves, though (I gave out a whoop, and I think I was one of about five who really got the joke) before the fated words that I had written fell upon his lips.
Is Frank currently seeing anyone? I have a friend who's interested.
Joel reads the question, then goes "Who wrote this?" I promptly stick my hand in the air and go "Yo". A spotlight comes on me (yeah) and Joel is just staring right at me, twelve rows from the stage, and asks "Is this friend with you?"
"No," I answered, "She's in Michigan, couldn't come."
"Oh," Joel said. "Having a girlfriend in Michigan is like having a boyfriend in Canada."
To which I burst out laughing, ruffled Kast's hair, and went "You got it right Joel!" But everyone was laughing and the spotlight swooped off me. He finished the answer by saying "I told this to Frank backstage and he went 'Eneghehghgeehh!'" (Or however. It was a "YESPLZ" kind of answer.)
Kastom and I are freaking out. Schultzie reduces it to me stalking Joel, I say no, I don't, Ryu just sits there laughing his ass off. I call Miss Anonymous, relay the story, and then just sit back and watched the movie.
After the show, I purchased a Coke from the bar, and just as I was telling the bartender guy about the question (since he heard them but didn't see them, so he was curious about who asked my question), Frank walks out and asks for a Coke. It was a very speak-of-the-devil moment.
"And - yeah Frank, I mean, my friend has a crush on you, what can I say."
"Hey, tell her to look me up on Facebook."
At the meet-and-greet, I bought the Danger from Tiki Island poster based off the fact that it's the creepiest one of the three and may therefore make my roommate think I'm even weirder. We were at the back of the line, so it was a relaxed pace with us. I told Trace that me and my family didn't go to El Taco Grande (which I invited him to come with us tonight last night) while they're all signing my poster. Mary Jo remembered us from the previous night and when I was presenting my argument of what I said to my dad after he learned I was going to all three shows, Frank went "Tell him I almost graduated high school."
Then we get to Joel. And Joel says to me "Hey, you changed shirts." I look at my shirt and look at him and say "Uh, yeah, I wear clean clothes." Then he gets really confused and we exchange a confusing banter before I cleared it up by saying, "I wasn't here at the 7:30 show, I was here last night."
"OHHHHH..."
"Yeah man, I have a life! Going to class and...stuff...Though we're going to be back tomorrow..."
"Wow, awesome..."
"Oh, and Joel?" I again ruffle Tom's hair. "You remember the quest -"
"Yeah?"
"He's Canadian."
And I will never forget the face he made. He had the look of shock. It was Joel Hodgson shock, but shock nonetheless. "NO. WAY." he managed to get out, staring at us. "...I'm like, a mind reader! Wow! Woah!"
Yeah, it was amazing.
