Entertaining myself.

Since it's 11 more minutes until 13 makes his big announcement regarding . . . something . . . I figure I can burn at least that amount of time on here. And if his post isn't ready by midnight, I can razz him about it. Woo hoo, more ammunition. :)

Totally fun costuming extravaganza at the homestead today. I love any excuse for having all the goofballs over to my place, and we actually managed to get a fair amount of work done. Sewing Goddess and Pirate Chickie worked tirelessly, and it was very amusing, seeing two sewing machines going on my dining room table. We also had a mini-meeting of the DSG, mostly because 13 doesn't pay attention to the information I email to him. We'll go over it all again next week, I'm sure, but 2035 won't be there, so it's probably good we discussed some stuff to an extent while he was there.

Next week we'll have to get out the water toys and let the kids run amok in the back yard. Both of my brothers will be here, which will be excellent, and I think we may get my mom over to meet some of the DSGers as well. Very cool. And Bailey Boxer gets to stay for a while! Yay us.

Four minutes.

I think the Isard/Imperial Officer uniform is going to ROCK. Sewing Goddess and Pirate Chickie are cutting it so that it's very figure-flattering on me, so I'll look great while I'm scaring the hell out of people. Doesn't get much better than that. Spouse wanted to know if I was going to try to dye my hair, and I think I'll just get a wig and get it precisely colored with the silver streaks in the front, so I don't have to dork around with it every time with my own hair. Dark brown or black temporary dye is also a huge mess, and unpredictable in terms of what comes out and what doesn't, so I'll just get the EBay wig girl that I used for the Anna Valerious, because that wig kicked ass. I'm sure she'll be able to hook me up again.

Less than a minute--we'll see if he gets it posted. ;)

Amusing quotes from the Freeway Party.

. . . which I trooped in 4242's clean gear.

Kid: "Is that a real gun? Does that gun really shoot? Can it? I bet you can't shoot it. You can't shoot that gun. Hey, you know what? My dad has a gun. My other dad, he has a BAZOOKA."

Me: "Oh, yeah? You know what my boss has? A Death Star."

Kid: "Oh. Right."

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Little girl, who'd just seen me tilt my helmet up to scratch my nose: "Somehow I knew you were too cool to be a boy."

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My Girl Scout Leader Buddy, who walked up with her family: "We saw you guys in the distance and I told the girls, 'There's Miss Jen!' We couldn't see your face, but we knew it had to be you."

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Police officer on a motorcycle, over his PA system, clearing the way for the 5K runners: "Uhh, Boba Fett, Stormtroopers . . . pull off to the right please. Troopers, to the right, please."

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Wee Man: "Dat Trooper my mommy. She's cool."

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Wee Man: "Me like Fett. Fett me friend. And Dent. And Bill. And Wance."

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Me, to Sewing Goddess, in a dust storm, pushing a two-seater stroller full of babies: "Not too many times when it's actually an advantage to be wearing one of these f'ing buckets."
SG: (wiping dust and the start of rain out of her eyes) "I guess."
{later, as I hear the rain start coming down on top of my helmet}
Me: "Raindrops are falling on my dome. That's it--we're going to Wal-Mart."

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Our friend Kim, witnessing the costuming phenomenon firsthand: "Wow, people must say all kinds of f'ed up stuff to you guys."
Me: "Heh. You have no idea."

Unless it's upsetting to 13 . . .

. . . in which case, I won't.

Moving into being Mandalorian

So I'm happy to report that The Dark One is now seriously considering joining the pack of Mandalorian Chicks that we're putting together. GQ Sith hadn't heard that I'd asked her (and she turned me down), but he was very enthusiastic about seeing her in armor.

Very enthusiastic.

Who knew that seeing his chick as an asskicking Mandalorian would be a turn-on? When I told him about 2035's vision of the group of us marching in and simultaneously taking our helmets off, he said, "My God, you'll be the talk of the convention. I thought it was bad being there as Vader, you guys won't be able to move without a thousand flashbulbs going off."

Heh. GQ Sith's a nice guy.

So now it's just a matter of getting a vision of how the stuff is going to come together, where we need to go to get us there. I've been putting around looking for the 2-piece Jango helmet that Monkey Head told us to get, and most places seem to have them "on order". Like I'm going to give up that easily. ::eyeroll::

I submitted another picture for 13's website, and one of Spouse. Spouse's hasn't appeared up there yet, for reasons which elude me. I mean, why wouldn't 13 want a man's hairy buttcheeks on his site alongside the pics of my cans and my ass? Heh. And my freckle, of course. Forgot all about that thing. I mean, what occasion do I ever have to see it, after all? GQ Sith was calling me "Freckle" all night, punk ass that he is.

Having The Dark One doing the Mandalorian battle chicks with us will be SO freaking cool. I'm totally excited. Part of me wants to do a Bastila Shan costume to go with her Visas Marr as well, but my list of stuff just keeps getting longer and longer . . . I love the KOTOR games, though. Might be fun just on a personal level to do Bastila.

I NEED TO DO MY FREAKING LIGHTSABERS. Crap.

I also need to see about having 13 or 2035 help me upgrade my belt/holster/shoulder holster combo for Mara. Mine's okay, but it could be worlds better. When I talked to 2035 about it, he told me some story about making a costume piece for some model chick and having to kneel down in front of her and measure while she's standing there in her underwear. I wonder what that says about the requirements for those guys to do leatherwork for me? ;)

I think that, for the greater good, I will be honor-bound to post the "Show The Love" picture that Spouse did for 13, if 13 fails to post it on his own site. When I described it to Frankentrooper, he said he'd probably have an aneurism laughing when he actually saw it.

Now that's funny right there, I don't care who you are. :)

Resisting the Dark Side.

With any amount of power comes responsibility.

With any amount of power exists temptation.

Discipline. Troopers must have discipline.

I swear to God, if Force Lightning really existed, entire buildings would be in ruins today.

CONTROL YOUR TEMPER, RED. WHETHER YOU WANT TO OR NOT.

Challenge for the day.

Number one, things have changed at work. Whereas the "nice ladies" who are only barely functional at their jobs were previously regarded by my office as harmless morons, they have now been classified as dangerously incompetent and somewhat mean. This leaves them in immediate danger of me kicking their teeth down their throats. So challenge one has been maintaining my composure in the face of all this.

Number two, much more pleasantly, I've directed Spouse to decide what new costume he wants for C-IV. I told him to putt around last night online and look at pictures, that kind of thing, and he did. For three hours, apparently, he did this and is dragging ass all day today because he was up past his bedtime.

Does he have anything conclusive? Nyet.

I think he's leaning toward Rebel Pilot.

Ahh, my poor, maligned Light Sider. Luckily, there's enough Dark Side in me for both of us.