I am awake and grumpy, and currently finishing up packing tossing arbitrary crap into bags. In less time than I’d like, it’s time to go meet up with the Lad and have a glorious day of air travel. Bleh. Two months ago, getting up and dashing to the airport in the morning didn’t sound this unpleasant. Once we arrive at the blogmeet destination, ’tis sure to be more pleasant, and I am looking forward to meeting many of the reprobates attendees. Shall have digital camera, laptop, notepad, and silly string, so the moments will duly be captured, barring technical difficulties. The hotel is supposed to have that fancy internet thing, so I might just be able to do a bit of reporting this weekend. Pictures of myself are not fair game for posting, since dammit, I am subject to the Model Code of Professional Conduct. So despite my student status, the whole ‘officer of the court’ restriction still applies. In some ways, I should be relieved. Heh… I’ve photoshopped too many Eric and Velociman pictures to not be grateful for an excuse concerning photos. At bare minimum, this is sure to be a most interesting weekend, and I’m most looking forward to meeting Miss Feisty Repartee.

Apparently, this place got redecorated in my sleep, which isn’t exactly a guarantee that it looks spiffy, but it was the most cost-beneficial arrangement available. The dreary dark colours were nagging at me, so I thought a quick brightening up wouldn’t hurt. Unfortunately, The Brothers Crane posting didn’t get completed, since my muse decided to redecorate instead. It will be posted when it is fully written. Lo siento. I suck.

Do go visit our Goddess of Snark for the weekly Divas Sez column, which should be posting sometime today. We received a most excellent set of questions this week from various folk, and as always, this feature won’t fail to entertain or inform you.