mmmm tang.

[squeequeg]

I will have a con report for Boskone up in a day or so. I'm just a little exhausted at the moment, and that's unlikely to change till at least Thursday.

Teasers: HP Lovecraft ordering pizza at midnight, how not to throw a Molotov cocktail, "I didn't write this sober and I'm not gonna read it sober," the calculus of fight choreography, and why I need to be kept out of the dealer's room. No, sigerson, it's not for the same reason we're not allowed near the scanners in Best Buy any more.

At the moment, about the most my mind can handle is that I have a mug of hot Tang in front of me. mmm tang.

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[cincodemaygirl.livejournal.com]

And why aren't you and Em allowed near the scanners in Best Buy anymore, hmmmm?

[sigerson.livejournal.com]

We make them sing.

[spyscribe.livejournal.com]

According to my mother, one of the first dates she had with my father was over a mug of hot Tang. I always thought she was kidding.

[gtrout.livejournal.com]

With all due respect and pre-emptive apologies to spyscribe and/or hir family:

Hot Tang? What are you, some kind of freaky person?

[stealthmuffin.livejournal.com]

*considers*

Yes. Yes, I am.

We got some for the Secret Satan party some time back and still have it. And scarily enough, it's kinda good hot. Especially when I'm sick of hot chocolate (it does happen).