If you will excuse me, I think I got something in both my eyes...

I moved to Portland, OR after college. My mother and brother (the ones I played games with growing up) stayed in Florida. About a month and a half ago, they came to visit me on the West Coast. We had fun, I played tour guide and told them secrets of Portland (Best fudge in town? At the zoo. No seriously.) But the highlight of the visit was when we all sat down in my tiny apartment and played a game of Parcheesi. Good-natured taunts, short alliances and more laughter than the whole rest of their trip. I didn't even realize how long it had been since I played a game with another person until I played with them. It made me all wibbly inside, even now just recalling how amazingly fun it was and how home didn't feel so far away for a hour or so.

I think Of Mites and Men may be one of the best Eureka episodes ever! Plenty of good drama (with Alison and Carter) and a generous portion of snark and funny in the Isolation Chamber. Also, the way you cuddled the Snake O' Origami Cranes so the others couldn't use them made me laugh until my cheeks ached. Also, #TEAMPARRISHandhisgirlyscream!

I think we should all do this, even if we're not at Comic-Con (like some of us sad geeks) because it's completely silly. And after watching that Bloggess video you posted about, I think we all could use a little more silly in our lives.

It's posts like these that remind me why I make the audition rounds and am determined to be an actress who is paid to act. I hope someday my acting lottery numbers come up and I get to be as lucky as you, being paid to play pretend with your friends and have other people love your work. *cross fingers and leaves a sacrificial goat for Thespis* P.S. If I saw your and Felicia together, I wouldn't be able to talk. At all. I barely managed to talk with you (At Pioneer Square in Portland while you were shooting the second appearance on Leverage) and Felicia (at Dragon*Con two years ago where I accidentally knocked our heads together during a photo op) separately. Both of you at once? I'd explode in fangirly glee.

When I grow I wanna be as cool a wife as Anne is. :) Also I want to own a velvet Wesley Crusher. Important life goals there.

I have a box full of torn-off notebook papers, with lines or characters or really weird story ideas that I'm going to write some day. I have *runs to check* 13 pages in a Word document filled with much the same. Not to mention that 36 of the 40 Notes on my cell phone are dialogue or story ideas. Nearly all of these were once part of stories or poems that I just couldn't make work. I prefer to think of it less as cannibalization and more as using every part of the buffalo. I once wrote a poem about the need to kill words, in which I was Rambo-writer and my Delete Key was my trigger. These are the sort of things that comes from my brain. They scares my brother, exasperates my mom and makes my friends cackle knowingly.

Her name was Ms. Wilt and on our weekly trip to the school library, she terrified me. But when I finished reading all the books in the elementary school section (I was a fast reader and those were short books). she let me go and choose from the middle school section. When I got to middle school, she wasn't surprised when I was reading (and understanding) Charles Dickens and Jane Austen. I got a perfect score on my AR (Accelerated Reading) test for Moby Dick and My teacher refused to believe that I could have actually understood the book, but Ms. Wilt defended me. I went back a few years ago, but Ms. Wilt had retired. To this day, I still spend most of my time in libraries (how else will I know which books I want to buy at Powell's?) and as Jorge Luis Borges once said, "I have always imagined Paradise will be a kind of library". And if it's the library at Unseen University, it will have an orangutan for a librarian.

I was going to make a Doctor Who reference, then I realized you were not wearing a bow tie and could no longer take you seriously.

I'm in! *crosses fingers*

I actually did the exact same thing and scared away a couple other people last week. The store employee glared at me until I left (with the ornament, of course!) I should have thought to make a cell phone video. *snaps fingers*

I love watching the stars, on any night. It fills me with so much awe and joy that I could be looking at another world billions of miles away from me. When I was younger, I'd point at stars and planets and decide that I was going to visit them someday (when the Enterprise and Wesley Crusher picked me up) and I still do that today sometimes, although in all fairness, now I imagine The Doctor showing up in his blue box and taking me to whichever world I point to.

It would be more epic if his kilt were slowly rising as a storm blew across the Highlands.

And as Chaos took a moment to hug the Smurfs (his one true friends), Eliot came up behind him and put him in a half-Nelson.

It could be creepier. He could be hugging Snorks.

Smurfette likes boys named Wil who like boy Smurfs.

Screw Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, kiddies. This Christmas we present Wil and the Seven Smurfs, rated PG-13 (don't ask why)

I have to ask: How did the deathhawks from the future get into the past? Sneak aboard the TARDIS?

I had Toy Soldiers on VHS (how eleven year old me convinced my mother to buy it is still fuzzy), but it broke (actually it was broken by my cousin, the rotten mother grabbing bunker!). Then some years ago, I got it on DVD. No comparison. Unless the actors are doing the La Cucaracha when you pause, it's just not the same. As for Toy Soldiers itself, I've always liked it. Not much to complain about when cute boys are gratuitously lounging around in their underwear. Plus, it's nice to see where Sean Astin learned all about fellowship. *grins at her own cheesy joke and stands by it...by not too closely*

Let me guess...the cover to the historical romance novel Felicia is writing, starring Fawkes and Codex? My, my, Wil, have you been working out? =8->

I have drawers full of old notebooks and every single one of them has blank pages scattered between the story and class notes. I love to look at a blank page for a moment before writing and writing and writing and, finishing the story or thought or plan, realise that I made something as you say, "where nothing was before". I love that feeling and I think most writers, at least the good ones, feel the same way we do.