Con Behavior Post

I'm off to FC tomorrow! Which means I must flail and frantically run around today. But since everybody and their brother has been posting "behavior guide posts" around cons the past few years, here's how to treat The Gneech at a con:

Buy my stuff! I'll be your friend!

-The Gneech

PS: In other news, I know so little about MySpace, it's scary. But I must admit I guffawed at the assertion that someone drank a keg of Javascript and then exploded. I then guffawed at Daleks wanting a cuddle.

Jack Benny Makes Everything Better

mammallamadevil very kindly gave lythandra and me a Sirius satellite radio for Christmas so that we could have something decent to listen to in the car. (The Washington D.C. radio market sucks.) So this morning, we caught the tail end of a Jack Benny program, in which Jack was serenaded by Danny Kaye, Frank Sinatra, George Burns, and Groucho Marx. Even Frankie couldn't keep a straight face by the end of that one.

Much fun. :) It took a lot of the sting out of riding down the toll road, I can tell you that!

-The Gneech

*bonks head on wall*

Y'know, mom, I understand that you're sick -- but I am kinda busy right now!

Grumph.

-The Gneech

Chocolate Needed Badly

Hope my brain doesn't fry before the con even starts. -.-

-TG