Oh man, I'm so sorry that I gave you my shitty, shitty airplane karma. :(

Ahaha aw *SMUSH*

No, as I said to my mother on the phone just before (SHE WAS GOING TO MAKE ME PANCAKES FOR BREAKFAST ZEE. MY MOTHER WHOM I NEVER GET TO SEE EXCEPT ON HOLIDAYS WAS GOING TO MAKE ME PANCAKES AND NOW SHE CAN'T D:), my second-half-of-2007 is pretty much the story of 'scene: an airport. Music: the Benny Hill theme'.

Wait, are you still in Melb? Maybe you should come back to your house for sleeping? I can give you some money for early morning taxis or something later tonight, if you want?

Eh, it's such a hassle/expense getting to and from the airport, and I'm here now, so I might as well sleep it out (though gold stars to you for being more mature than me and also more mature than your younger self, who might have walked home or slept in a construction site! <3). But thank you for offering. :)

Lulz. Normal, sensible rules only apply to people who I have a sense of preservation for. You know how it goes.

And hey, airport is fine if it's easier! I just didn't want you to feel all stranded and alone. That's what makes debatabley insane decisions unfun. DDD:

I only feel stranded and alone insofar as I'd rather sit around here abusing Virgin's internet access until they kick me out of the lounge for being a scruffy hooligan than traipsing all the way back to my admittedly very awesome but nevertheless far away flat. Plus: 6am. I'd have to be up at like three in the morning anyway, and knowing me I'll sleep better here than there, ahaha.

You know what would make this airport WAY BETTER, though? I think you do. (hint: its last name is not "BETTER" i think you see what i did there)

DO YOU WANT AN AWESOME POSTCARD OF QUEENSLAND? SOME OF THEM HAVE PICTURES OF TANNED PEOPLE, BECAUSE EVERYONE KNOWS YOU CAN'T GET CANCER FROM THE SUN OR ANYTHING.

YES. YES I DO. I WANT A POSTCARD OF A TANNED WAY BROTHER. AHAHAHHAAHAHAAAA. I THINK WE KNOW WHO WON THIS ROUND.

LOOK I FOUND ONE CAN I HAVE A PRIZE

NO. IT HAS TO BE ON A POSTCARD AND HE HAS TO BE WEARING A BIKINI.

I GET TO GO HOME FROM WORK NAO.

ALSO:

YOUR GMAIL MAKES ME MAKE THIS FACE D:

GIVE YOU CAT A SMUSH FROM ME

I WILL MAKE YOU SUCH A POSTCARD IF I GET BORED ENOUGH OR FIND A FUNNY BIKINI ONE TO USE

Oh no :-/
Here, have a picture of The Used with some small children to distract you -

ALSO, DID YOU KNOW THAT Maja has a g/friend? ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I heard this, yes! :D

Hurrah! to her for being to first "officially" queer member of bandom :D

Also! little_whittles (who is, like, one of my FAVOURITE PEOPLE EVER) set up an lj feed for Travie's blog here.
ALSO! Bert says "MERRY FUCKIN' XMAS!" -

... are you going to keep this up for the whole evening? Because I'm sure you know by now that I sometimes hit a reply-exhaustion point and your salient and interesting observations end up being shouted gleefully into a void, as it were.

LOL, probably.

AHAH so long as you understand that. :D xx

I am content in my life choices

LOL, Gabe, ok.

I'm sure Gabe tries to put toothpaste back into tubes, too.

LOLOLOL OH GABRIEL

Mary. That's going to be a 12 hour wait.

YOU CAN DO MATHS HAVE A STAR: *

I'll be asleep for some of it!

I dob'd you in to Audz.

So, okay, in the imaginary vampire au written by Devin Grayson and Gerard Way, Bruce Wayne lives in the house in the centre of Gotham, which towers over all the others, partly because it's set on the hill which is the center of Gotham, and partly because four generations ago, mad William Wayne began adding to it, towers and crenelations, baileys. Those who have been inside say there are stairs which climb five stories without rails and then end in mid-air, leading to nothing, and rooms which can only accessed by trap-door, but very few have been inside-- most tradespeople are greeted at the door Bruce's dower old servant, Ms. Pennyworthy. They say Ms. Pennyworth was young once, but then again, they say Wayne drinks the blood of young girls who go out after the curfew is rung.

Parts of the Wayne House have escaped its walls and curl up with its neighbours, and since Wayne is the Landlord of half of Gotham, there's not much you could do if old mad William built a tunnel through your living room window and out your kitchen chimney. Some people in Gotham can look out their parlour and into Wayne's wine-celler. Generally, those people put up curtains.

Young Todd is a sweep. He's been a sweep's boy since his mother gave him a bit of sugar-candy to suck and put his hand in the hand of the blackened man. He sees his mother still, sometimes, but Davy Gutterflu keeps him too busy, most times. Gutterflu is a bundle of sticks held together with grease, and soot, and invective, the latter of which Young Todd admires, the former of which he rather fears. Gutterflu has taught Young Todd a great deal about chimneys, wich Young Todd has not found particularly interesting, and a small amount about thievery, which he has. During the summer months, when most of Gotham is too hot for even a kitchen fire, Young Todd is creeping down chimneys and scraping out creosote, but when he's not, he's creeping down chimneys all the same with cotton bags which he'll turn inside out when he gets to the bottom and put on his hands and feet so he can pad through the owners' house without leaving soot-marks.

Young Todd certainly didn't mean to climb down a Wayne chimney: it would be a mad thing to do. But in certain parts of Gotham, the Wayne House is so entangled with its neighbours, like heap of drunken revellers whose limbs cannot be sorted out, that it is possible to become confused about which chimney leads to which house.

I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU, BETTY. I EVEN FORGIVE YOU FOR YOUR TERRIBLE HUSTLER PORN.

You should copyright this comment before Tim Burton decides to cast Johnny Depp and Helena Bonham Carter in it and make a trilogy.

I'LL DO A SEARCH AND REPLACE ON MY HUSTLER PORN AND REPLACE ALL THE NAMES WITH BANDOM NAMES AND THEN IT'LL BE AWESOME, RIGHT?

DOUBLE AWESOME.

Mary! You got Betty into bandom!

...I'm so glad you don't use your powers for evil.

(Betty, pst: dour old servant. Signed, spelling pedant.

Also: yay, look what Santa brought Vampire Bruce!)

BRUCE MUST HAVE BEEN ONLY MODERATELY NICE THIS YEAR -- his present is decked out in coal!

NEVERTHELESS IT IS THE BEST PRESENT EVER YEP YEP.

I dream of some day asking Gerard Way which Robin is his favourite (I somehow doubt I need to ask the same of Devin).

Oooh, right, I can edit comments now, can't I! Brace yourself, Mary.

Oh wait, I can't edit them once you've responded to them. POOR SHOW, GUYS.

I AM SORRY, IN FUTURE I WILL NEVER REPLY TO ANYTHING YOU WRITE I PROMISE.

SEE THAT YOU DON'T.

I NEVER WILL AGAI



OH SHIT
WHOOPS NEVERMIND

YOU ARE MADE OF 87% AWESOME!*



*And 13% STUPENDOUS.

tegan just called her mum because her mum was supposed to be flying from melb at 1pm and... she's stuck in brisbane now. i think it must be stuck-in-places day.

Eck! Clearly Tegan's mum and I need to teleport and swap places.

PLEASE SAY DISTRACTING THINGS!

Patrick Stump!

A+

IAWTC

Oh hai, I upgraded yr spam -

........................................... okay!

This entry is now 928357472389479238742893472 times more awesome. It's just fact.

I've been told by sources in the know that it's possible to abuse avail yourself to the wireless signal coming from the QANTAS lounge at Tullamarine. I wasn't able to find the lounge, but I only had 3 hours to wait. Maybe you'll do better.

Hee, thank you! I am doing something similar in the Virgin area, yes. :D

It was the girls behind the counter in the Virgin Lounge who told me about it. They only had desktop dial-up (o.O) when I was there.

BEHIND YOU! *scream*