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Seriously can’t get the song out.  Damn contagious musical episode.

This wasn’t meant to be a Buffy post. Yes I worship at the brilliance of Whedon… and I do love the show… and I have all the dvds… and the soundtrack from the musical episode… and I may have named my cats Buffy, Willow and Xander, but a girl has to draw the line somewhere.

My brain is mine Joss Whedon, and you can’t have it!!!  (Though quite frankly, no one wants to deal with the mess in there so I think I am probably safe.)

Any who, so it may be my own psycho stalker-ish chain of thoughts that naturally brought me here, but now I no longer remember where that supposed to be.  What the hell was I intending to write about in the first place?

I was kinda hoping if I kept babbling I’d find my way back to the beginning, but all I can recall was that I was trying to figure out where I was going (and not in a MapQuest kind of way)… and now the song is back again.  I give up.

Soooo….., resorting to video escape route for post gone horribly wrong.

Please enjoy this 20 second clip on the wondrous experience of successful dry cleaning!

And thanks, Joss Whedon, for contributing to my writing problems, but also leaving me a way out.

Sort of.

faerie couple crush-less

November 9, 2012

I’ve been wandering the house all morning, following the cats around, peering around corners, observing their behaviors, and, it just isn’t the same.

While the cats may have their own assorted talents, including zombie kitty, they don’t sing, play instruments or organize large faerie events.  Quite simply, they are not the object of my couple crush and stalking them is not nearly as fulfilling.

I thought it would be worth a try and perhaps take my mind off the fact that I am not currently at Faeriecon, which means no good and bad masquerade balls, no Faun, no Jasmine Beckit-Griffith, no faerie fashion show, no corsets and wings and glitter, and most devastatingly, no Kelly and Emilio Miller-Lopez.

My infatuation with them started innocently enough when I fell in love with their music while listening to faerie radio (yes, I did say faerie radio),which led to a bit of cyber stalking of their band  Woodland, which led to ordereing cds and repeated viewings of some of their performances, which led to crushing on Kelly, all of which led me to Faeriecon and finally to Emilio to complete my couple crush.

For the past few years I have blissfully wandered around the Faeriecon venue enjoying, well, everything, as it’s awesome and you should totally go, all the while waiting for Kelly and Emilio sitings, and when they do appear, I can’t focus on anything else.  I am constantly staring at them, trying to look like I am not staring at them, but doing so unsuccessfully and mostly just looking like some weird psycho.  I’m surprised I haven’t been banned.  Thankfully I haven’t, though after this post, that may change.

I have to say that while they are both very attractive, it isn’t a physical desire kind of stalking.  There’s something in their energy that draws me in and by observing and studying them I am attempting figure out what that is.  Really, I’m just like Jane Goodall, all scientific and shit.  Though, I am not sure if Jane was trying to capture something to take home with her.  And chill already, I’m not talking about kidnapping or admiration of belly dancers limb severing, but the desire to acquire, or learn how to create for myself, a little of the magic they possess.

Anyhow, Faericon starts in a couple of hours and I am stuck here in toronto, unable to attend.  And while after this post this knowledge may provide relief for the Miller-Lopez’s, I am feeling a little sad about all that I am missing.  I do, however, wish everyone who is attending this weekend a wonderful time.  Meanwhile, I am going to lace up my corset, wear one of my many wings and sprinkle glitter over everything.  It’s not yet 10am, so if I start drinking now, then by tonight, I just may be able to convince myself that I am at faeriecon too.

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