Bloggershoot, Part the Third: The Gunnies! (And pix)
Posted by Lissa on July 24, 2008
Well, amen to that. Bruce, were these yours?
As I wrote before, I am extremely sad I didn’t get a video of Bruce singing while we waited for our subs to be ready. He was not exactly how I pictured him while reading his blog; I thought he’d be older and more dryly cynical. I would not have guessed that he’d stand around singing songs about potatoes in a perfect Maine accent. Bruce, perhaps if you posted a picture of yourself in a kilt for your “About” page, we could avoid these misconceptions in the future? Although, really, this shot would probably have the same effect:
Which we do we like better, boys ‘n’ girls? The TeleTubbie with its insides on the outside, or the lil’ Shrek dolls waiting to be murdered?
Bruce and Jay were the only folks I actually “knew” (on an Internet basis) before I headed up to the Meet. Unlike Bruce, Jay was pretty much what I expected, looks and temperament wise. I think this picwas all that was needed to get an accurate feel for Jay. (By the way, I’d change it to “If you make her cry, I will make you bleed.” Just sayin’.) He ran around all day like an insane yet friendly hybrid of Dr. Evil and John Malkovich, garnished with a dash of the Monopoly guy. And his bayonet charge was one of the funniest things I’ve seen in a loooooong time
I hadn’t run across Ted before the meet, but if I had I’d be surprised at how young he was. Ted, are you sure that picture is of you? It doesn’t look like you!! Poor Ted sat next to me during lunch so he had to listen to me the whole time; sorry, mate. As a silver lining, I amused myself by force-feeding him cookies :)
Here’s my best shot of the range along its length; you can see poor Laa-Laa dangling, desperately trying to believe that one day — ONE DAY — this death-by-a-thousand-shots will come to a merciful end. And perhaps some nice little girl will take her down, and bring her home, and patch her up, and she’ll wake up as the Velveteen Rabbit. Or maybe even Sleeping Beauty. NOT LIKELY, YOU IRRITATING YELLOW SPAWN OF CHILD-SATAN.
I just thought this looked cool:
As did these:
A few more odds and ends tomorrow, but I suppose we have to end the post with this:
I hope Justice Stevens has nightmares about this. And incontinence.
I didn’t mean that.
Or maybe I did.