The Great Gazebo Getaway
Feb. 12th, 2014 10:42 pmSorry, I just couldn't help myself after that last sentence of my last post. That train of thought has mutated into a ficlet.
( Carmen wanted me to steal what? )
What? You expected me to follow up my imaginary round of "Jeopardy" with an imaginary introduction to an imaginary episode of the game show from whence Patty came, "Where In the World Is Carmen Sandiego?" (which had been off the air for thirteen years before National Harbor, let alone the Gaylord, opened) instead of the preceding ficlet? Okay, fine.
( Gumshoes, Carmen Sandiego's band of devious do-badders have struck again. )
Like I said, couldn't help myself, sorry. Hey, anything to deal with the usual annual bout of pre-con stress and get my mind off the pain (missed a stair on Monday, paid the price, may or may not still be limping a bit at con) and all the drama (photoshoot location schematics, inclement weather, any other major cause of pre-Katsu drama I might have missed). Again, not bringing the "appropriate" costume (and definitely won't be bringing it or any other costume involving heels now because of my bruised ankle) but the thought of stealing the gazebo and the utter (really unnecessary) chaos it would cause does rather amuse me. (Admit it, unless you're part of the gazebo-worshiping crowd it amuses you, too- maybe not necessarily somebody stealing it but just it disappearing, no longer there, that kind of thing.)
( Carmen wanted me to steal what? )
What? You expected me to follow up my imaginary round of "Jeopardy" with an imaginary introduction to an imaginary episode of the game show from whence Patty came, "Where In the World Is Carmen Sandiego?" (which had been off the air for thirteen years before National Harbor, let alone the Gaylord, opened) instead of the preceding ficlet? Okay, fine.
( Gumshoes, Carmen Sandiego's band of devious do-badders have struck again. )
Like I said, couldn't help myself, sorry. Hey, anything to deal with the usual annual bout of pre-con stress and get my mind off the pain (missed a stair on Monday, paid the price, may or may not still be limping a bit at con) and all the drama (photoshoot location schematics, inclement weather, any other major cause of pre-Katsu drama I might have missed). Again, not bringing the "appropriate" costume (and definitely won't be bringing it or any other costume involving heels now because of my bruised ankle) but the thought of stealing the gazebo and the utter (really unnecessary) chaos it would cause does rather amuse me. (Admit it, unless you're part of the gazebo-worshiping crowd it amuses you, too- maybe not necessarily somebody stealing it but just it disappearing, no longer there, that kind of thing.)