Morning

So far, not a wonderfully good morning. I woke up twice before the alarm, each time in a panic I'd actually missed the alarm. Given that the alarm was set for 0645, this is especially not helpful.

And just now my breakfast sort of exploded in the microwave and made a bunch of... I'll call it steam, because nothing caught fire, so obviously it was not smoke.
I think I know why, but now there is no breakfast.
I shall have a bread roll in a minute.



Was having a good dream.

Dreamed that there was a sort of a convention specifically to watch the premiere of Torchwood.

All the usual suspects, plus a few new to me because its a new fandom, watching on a big projection screen in this total cave of a main hall, with at the back a bunch of tables and then along the corridor the usual maze my brain thinks is hotels.

There was a part with a gas fire and my chair catching fire (thankyou very much lit assigned reading), but the fire was extinguished by someone pouring their drink on it.
Yes I know that in your usual convention scenario that would be more likely to go fwoosh and big flamey, but in this convention everyone was drinking fizzy water, and yet having a good time anyway.

Captain Jack (actor) was there, not to do Q&A or anything fancy, just to watch us watch. And also flirt. With everyone. On a kind of general understanding that he had better to do at home, but it was fun anyway.

And then there were BBC cameras in the hotel - though not the dark bit of the hall with the dance floor on, for reasons that became clear quickly. But they were filming fans and their reactions, so in what would be commercial breaks in the US there were reaction shots from people we knew instead.

Someone did the snoopy dance.

So anyway, episode over, party could begin. Music started. Ghostbusters theme tune. Everyone ran for cover. I'm not big with running, but realised I'd left my wrap somewhere after getting it away from the fire. I go to get it.

I be in the middle of the dance floor when the slime started.

Nice slime. Like, frothy whipped cream. Balloons full of frothy, that popped when they hit the ground. And also of course those tanks from Ghostbusters II, spraying everyone.

So, my finery got sprayed, but it was cheap finery in anticipation of this. And I figured the hotel could clean the wrap. And then everyone was all slimed and having fun.

And then I got chatted up by Willow.

Basically this dream was pretty cool.



Of course on actual Torchwood day I have no fans to go hang out with. I may in fact by babysitting my brother.

I now sulk.


/ramble
-> college