See the Fangrrl Squee

x-posted from my regular journal

Chicks Dig Time Lords is available for pre-order via Amazon.

(That's jigglykat's awesome work on the cover, btw.)

It looks like it's going to be all sorts of awesome - I feel like my contribution is strictly incidental but, heck, who cares. I'm just glad it's got a publication date set, finally. :)

(...and ignore the foolishness on the about the authors section - Amazon has been told of the screwup and a fix is en-route.)

Once again, awesomemegathanks to matociquala for shoving me in rarelylynne's direction and convincing her (and me!) that I could contribute.

Proof that I am a complete and utter fangirl. Even more so than you might have anticipated.

Like proof was needed. ;)

For what it's worth, I really enjoyed the brunch and, damn, I wish I'd made the line for 2009. Oh well, maybe 2010. (I'll quit going to Gallifrey two years after the convention is over.)

I'm cheerfully full of gin and wine at the moment and, following a conversation with my dad regarding what's going right with New Who and why he should be watching it (he merely dipped his toes in during bits of S1, and managed to see Dalek, thank Whomever) I got into a big long discourse about why the fandom and the writers/crew are a big part of why I remain in the fandom and it was... well, it fun and cheerful and passionate - several things I've not been, recently... So passionate, in fact, that the waiter wondered what the hell I was going on about when he passed by the table. Granted, this was after the second martini and I can be passionate about a whole range of subjects at that point in an evening...

But, er, yes, more thoughts on that when cheerfully sober - whenever that happens to be.

As usual, I collected autographs in my journal - when I didn't have books/CDs to be signed.

The writers, bless 'em, left some lovely sentiments, but my favorite has to be from Andy Lane who, upon hearing that amongst other things scrawled in the journal, there's not a little Torchwood fanfic, wrote:

Captain Jack stood on the edge of the building and... (continued on page 98)

As the journal has only 100 pages in it, I'd better make it a drabble...

Oh dear god, the fic ideas.... (Worksafe, extremely silly, will set off crazed ideas in fangrrly minds, although I don't know about the rest of you - uniforms of a sort, cute fellas on their knees but still entirely worksafe, I assure you)

Picture found via qthewetsprocket who is clearly trying to ensure I get no sleep tonight, whatsoever. Original image credit to lalign, who provides context - and some more pretty darn neat pix from an event in Birmingham - here

I'll pay someone a dollar if they write the fic. :)

EDIT: It seems I owe crabby_lioness a dollar.

In lieu of actual content, I offer you lots of pictures of David Tennant wearing glasses.

I need the pictures for, er, costume reference. Yeah, that's it...

I'd give my left arm for a recording of this production of Rope.

John Barrowman, Alexis Denisof and Anthony Stewart Head. My mouth goes dry at the very thought of them on stage together in that play, never mind the pictures.

As my husband put it, throw in David Tennant as the body in the chest and I'd disappear in a puff of pure estrogen.

...and, courtesy of torch_wood

John Barrowman AND a puppy. Anything cuter than that probably exceeds EU limits on squee-inducing components.

I'm listening to the BFA Memory Lane as I'm catching up on a huge pile of filing at work and, oh, Paul McGann's voice is a blissful thing to listen to... And the way he delivered the line "The TARDIS has been stolen by an ice cream man?" is absolutely priceless.

Unfortunately, I'm still not buying into the whole C'rizz-as-stone-cold-killer bit, which is a shame as the writers have been trying so very, very hard...