deathpixie | Notes from a travelling ficcer.

Yes, I am alive. Sorta. *grins* More of that in a minute.

Do you people have any idea how prolific you are? I had 275 Friends entries to get through before making this post. 275. I think I need to cut down my list. *thinks about it* Nah. You're interesting prolific people.

I'm in Toronto as we speak. At Dex's apartment, to be exact. *looks around* Y'know, with all the books here, I could spend several months just not going out and never be bored. And then there's the CD collection... *wipes drool off the keyboard* I seriously need to hit more second hand bookshops. Any way, I got in on Friday, arounf 4pm, after 22 hours of travelling. We got delayed at Sydney, which meant that we only had 5 minutes in Honolulu instead of the hour I expected, which was sorta good - no hanging around in boring terminals at miudnight, but also no washing of hair in the bathroom sink. Gak. But I got there and Dex was there to pick me up, wearing the devil horns Raph and I got him from the Easter Show *snickers* and after a stop at his palce to dump my stuff and give me the chance to clean up, we were off.

To meet Abyss.

*grins smugly* Yes, I've been given permission to be outrageously smug about this. I met the Bysster. The Slipper Wrangler himself. It actually was a bit like the opening of a joke: "Two Canadians and an Aussie walk into a bar..." and you know much beer will be involved. I sort of lost track of how much, but I'm proud to say I came through the experience upright, mostly. ;) And I had a great time talking with them too. I don't think I've laughed so much for months.

It was the wee smalls before we got back and crashed, and I have to say I had my first ever beer hangover. Normally I don't get hungover much, and usually only if spirits are involved. But a combination of more beer than I can remember consuming (those pint glasses are deceptive) and the aftereffects of the flight combined to make for a very dehydrated Rossi. Ask Dex what happened at the train station. *blushes* Poor Dex. But I'm sidetracked again. The reason we were at the station was because we were going to London (Ontario, not Pommy-land *grins at Farli*) to pick up the Dexcon shirts and to hang out with Dex's non-ficcer friends. *grins again, broader this time* It's been a weekend of firsts. My first ever game of mini-golf, my first game of Risk (which I won, incidentally), my first martini. And Dex's friends are so cool. Strange, but cool. What do you expect? They hang out with Dex. *ducks* We also had dinner with his dad and step-mum. And now I know what Dex will look like when he's in his fifties or so. *giggles* He's the spitting image of his father.

Ooh, and I got issue #8 of Midnight Nation finally (still wasn't in the shops in Australia), as well as the Lowest of the Low CD I had on my "MUST BUY" list. And an Ursula Le Guin book, which I love, but the copy I have access to is BRM's, so I had to get my own. The one with "Those that Walk Away From Omelas" in it. Excellent short story, that one.

After getting dropped off back at Dex's place, we ended up seeing Planet of the Apes, which was fun, in a "I can't believe this movie" kind of way. But the good thing about hanging out with ficcers, as Andraste pointed out on Thursday, is that they understand your jokes, right off the bat. So Dex and I amused ourselves with making quotes from other movies and basically annoying the hell out of everyone there. ;) And that scene with Charleton Heston as the dying father-ape, "Damn them. Damn them! Damn them to Hell!" *collapses into laughter* Dex has been quoting it periodically ever since.

Which brings me up to date. Dex has to work this week, so I've mailed my mate Ben to give him this number, and I also may hassle Ali into entertaining me. *grins* Today is my 'catch-up and recover' day, since it's been pretty whirlwind so far.

But damn, I'm enjoying myself.