Another year, another Big Damn Event.
Jul. 12th, 2009 06:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spookyeviloneThe BDE is over for another year. I spent the weekend running around doing the "1, 2, 3 - NOT IT!" dance of glee. There was much lounging. I got to talk to people about things other than how the event was running. There were many chocolate tartlets. I had time to begin serious planning for what I want to do next year. The weekend was nice and relaxing, but also very boring.
That Guy was able to spend a large amount of time making a knife. Apparently not having to check on me periodically to ensure I didn't get caught choking the snot out of excessively stupid people freed up a lot of his time as well. (Last year, someone told him his job was to make sure I didn't kill anyone. His reply, deadpan, was that it was not his job to make sure I didn't kill anyone, and if I looked like I wanted to kill anyone, being in front of me and trying to stop it was the very LAST place he wanted to be - but he'd do his best to make sure I didn't get caught. I laughed so hard I hurt myself.)
The furry sacks of spite are glad I'm home. They are being excessively cute. I haven't yet searched the house to determine just why they're being so cute, so for now I shall pretend it's because they love me and not because they've destroyed something I just have not found yet.
That Guy was able to spend a large amount of time making a knife. Apparently not having to check on me periodically to ensure I didn't get caught choking the snot out of excessively stupid people freed up a lot of his time as well. (Last year, someone told him his job was to make sure I didn't kill anyone. His reply, deadpan, was that it was not his job to make sure I didn't kill anyone, and if I looked like I wanted to kill anyone, being in front of me and trying to stop it was the very LAST place he wanted to be - but he'd do his best to make sure I didn't get caught. I laughed so hard I hurt myself.)
The furry sacks of spite are glad I'm home. They are being excessively cute. I haven't yet searched the house to determine just why they're being so cute, so for now I shall pretend it's because they love me and not because they've destroyed something I just have not found yet.