This! Is the Supanova Report! (silent “T” y’all!)

Sunday March 29 – Royal Showgrounds.

Up early after a friend’s engagement party the night before (rad, btw).  Get to the venue, LINES for miles. And within those lines are the costumed freaks.  Yes, I will be referring to them as such.  And nerdwank.  Because, really. I don’t get it so I’m going to slam them all! HA! Anyway… lines… which we got ushered through v quickly because we had tickets (bonus points for forward planning).

So, we go and wander up to the stand where you buy your photos and tickets to get them signed. My boy goes to the Hayden  Panettiere (Heroes) line; I go to the Katee Sackhoff (Battlestar Galactica) line. And there we wait until everyone bothers to show up.  Justin somebody was there first. I think he’s some douche from Twilight or something. Gah. Whatevs.  Richard Hatch is next and the line for him to sign stuff is painfully small.  Hayden comes in next then not long after Katee rocks up.

So our lines are moving and I go up to Katee and make general small talk with her. She wants to know if she’s making it out to anyone and I just tell her it’s fine if she just signs it (I didn’t see the point in personalising it as all of our other signed celeb stuff isn’t). As we’re talking I notice that she’s kinda checking out the tattoo on my arm.  I only noticed recently that she has a tattoo just below her inner elbow on her right arm which says “Bona Fiscalia” which is latin for “public property”.  My tattoo is on my left arm, just below the elbow (refer to the Rogue’s Gallery here). She probably thought I was some lamo trying to copy her. Hah! But no.

Festivus Pie!

Keep your knickers on, ho ho hos! It’s Festivus which definitely requires Pie in order to celebrate correctly. And booze.  And certainly orgies. Caligula ain’t got shit!  Check the wiki on it.

Just so it’s abundantly clear – it’s absolutely not the other thing… Chrimbo or whatevs.  Shun the absolute fuck outta that noise! And here’s a poem which illustrates this point…somewhat. *ahem*  “I am an island, I am an isthmus, I come from Bermuda, I don’t believe in Christmas!” True enough.

Let’s begin our celebration with a luscious piegasm, extra knicks on standby ploize snootchies.  Coz we is all gonna get the “lonely island” treatment all up in the hiz-ouse and Nightshade does not need to be busting out the rosemary and salting and burning after you lot! Be prepared!!!

Bruce Willis a la “The Fifth Element“.  With or without hair, I’d seriously go there. So would you and you know it!

Mittwoch Pie!

I know y’all. It ain’t the weekend yet? But, I’m an impatient whore and I had to get this out. Just because I wanna keep y’all (read:ME) happy and fappy and stocked up on Pie! So let’s have a little bit of it shall we?

Guh and incoherent whimpering… Lee Pace! Stop it!

There are only two things… Spanish Inquisition… fear and surprise… (g/d those fingers….)

Sendhil Ramamurthy… gettin’ some badarsery on Heroes at long last…

Captain Tightpants… glorious actually.

Zachary Levi… Chuck = adorkable. True Story.

Ok, that’s all the Pie! you’re getting for now.  No more nom noms for you!! It is only Mittwoch after all.  Save some for the w/end scavengers!

Nightshade, over n out!

xx