Rumor has it that the next Doctor will be ginger. 
Spent this morning sending out e-mails to my long list of steampunk conventions for 2013. I know there’s a lot we keep missing due to conflicting schedules, but I’m trying my best to get a head start this year to begin negotiating our appearances at interested events.
I’m looking at Florida,…
OHIO?
Breathing. Breathing is good. I need to keep breathing because I just totally fangirled out. Seriously, Steam Powered Giraffe coming here would make my life.
A friend had his wisdom teeth taken out today, so I sent him this. (it’s actually the sixth Peep bunny I’ve given him, with two more left for later…)
And, of course, a quarter, which I labeled as “From the Tooth Fairy.”
It’s so much fun to be obnoxious. :D
Today, Rosie and I went to Target and wreaked some nerdfightastic havoc.
We rearranged the tissue boxes to say “DFTBA” and “TFIOS”, and put a nerdfighter note in each copy of TFiOS. We also noticed, while putting the notes in, that one of the copies was signed, despite the fact that it didn’t have a sticker! So if anyone happens to find these, keep that in mind.
We also discovered the Happy Place of Happy People (Where Everyone Is Happy). This park was beautiful. There was a gazebo, and gorgeous old houses with white picket fences, and every few minutes a couple would walk by, smiling. They were invariably holding hands and accompanied by either a dog or a baby. I had trouble finding the parking lot, so we ended up circling around a few times. This caused us to pass one of the couples three times. They waved to us every go-round, and surprisingly did not looked creeped out by the fact that we seemed to be stalking them.
I kept expecting Stephen King to grab my ankle from under a perfectly trimmed bush.
I hope we didn’t worry the Target employees too much organizing the tissue boxes. They came around the corner and we were like “RUN AWAY wait, we’re not doing anything wrong. WALK AWAY.” I’m bad at panicking, mostly because I do it at the wrong time.
