E-ntertainment

[drakyndra]

So, my email has been the source of much entertainment as of late, of all sorts of varieties.

Firstly, I was informed that Mouse of Love induced paid time had almost run out. And considering the tragicosity that would be losing my 100 icon spaces (even if I have only filled 50 of them), and I decided to hell with it. And went and bought myself a paid account for the next year.

So, go me in that case.

Also, in other email news, the other day I went and bought a certain CD online. (this CD, if anyone was wondering)

Well, I got an email sent to inform me it was in the post. A highly amusing email.

Here's what it said:


Your CD has been gently taken from our CD Baby shelves with
sterilized contamination-free gloves and placed onto a satin pillow.

A team of 50 employees inspected your CD and polished it to make sure
it was in the best possible condition before mailing.

Our packing specialist from Japan lit a candle and a hush fell over
the crowd as he put your CD into the finest gold-lined box that money
can buy.

We all had a wonderful celebration afterwards and the whole party
marched down the street to the post office where the entire town of
Portland waved 'Bon Voyage!' to your package, on its way to you, in
our private CD Baby jet on this day, Wednesday, March 15th.

I hope you had a wonderful time shopping at CD Baby. We sure did. Your picture is on our wall as 'Customer of the Year'. We're all
exhausted but can't wait for you to come back to CDBABY.COM!!

Thank you once again,

Derek Sivers, president, CD Baby


Ah, you crazy emaily peoples. *shakes head*

Also, in RL today, there was randomness liek whoa. As in, I get on the (very crowded) tram home after work, and there are these four guys talking about Doctor Who. Naturally, I start eavesdropping horribly. And then they get onto Buffy talk, and I sort of get dragged into the conversation when I correct one of their quotes.

And thus I end up talking Buffy, Firefly, Whedonism, and (through the digression of having the newest Doctor Who Magazine in my bag, which I grabbed from Minotaur today) Doctor Who. I don't think they quite believed it when I joined the conversation. And I think one of them was hitting on me.

And not just any old guys, guys that looked like living geeky cliches. One of them was a dead ringer for Comic Book Guy, I swear.

Weird.

Comments

[rj-anderson.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you made those geekboys' day. Though it's kind of sad to get their hopes up like that, thinking there might actually be girls who would dig them. You tease! ;)

[drakyndra.livejournal.com]

I am disturbingly good at attracting random geekboys, it seems. Although I am unsure how much of this might have something to do with the fact that not only am I am a girl talkin to them, but I am a girl who is interested in what the have to say about random geekery. And that I am, if not a super-model, at least not hideous. (Even if I do on occasion dress like a musical character on acid)

[melata-fic.livejournal.com]

The person who wrote that email rocks. *grin* They went perhaps a little overboard, but in a good way. :P

One of them would have been hitting on you, I'm sure. After all, how many female fannish types would they know? Especially the Comic Book Guy - alike.

What sort of stuff about Doctor Who did you guys talk about *curious*

[drakyndra.livejournal.com]

I swear, that email pretty much makes up for the cost of shipping from the US.

It still surprises me, though. There can't be that few female fandom types, right?

Hmmm...well, to start with, when I first got on the tram (before I joined the conversation), Katy Manning, and the assorted books they had signed by her. Then it drifted to Buffy, which is where I joined in. I can't recall exactly how we got back on Doctor Who - though I believe I may have been showing off my copy of DWM - but I do recall much woe on the fact that all the conventions were always up in Sydney, and they never had Melbourne Doctor Who conventions. And then, when I got a bag of jelly-babies out of my bag (Don't ask), it got onto the wonder that was Tom Baker. I can't remember what tangent we got onto next.

[melata-fic.livejournal.com]

Well, that'll talk to geeky ones? Probably.

Hee! Love. (And you had jelly babies? *nods sagely* Awesome.)

[drakyndra.livejournal.com]

Point. (I so have this urge to go to some big sci-fi convention, and then just randomly going up to the geekboys and joining in their conversations. It'd be hilarious.)

It was rather fun. And I live in a semi-permanent state of carrying lollies around. The jelly babies are sadly finished, but I have a bag of jelly snakes right next to the computer, and in my bedroom I have sour pear drops, sour cherry drops, watermelon rock and a whole stack of redskins.

[melata-fic.livejournal.com]

That would be awesome. Particularly as it would totally make them bewildered.

It reminds me of certain people taking over Outpost Gallifrey with fannish girltalk.

Ah, so it not just geekiness. *grin* Though jelly babies are good on their own merit.

(I wish I could hoard lollies and so on, but have had bad experiences with things turning up in strange places. :)

[drakyndra.livejournal.com]

I know, the idea alone makes me grin.

Yes, that was rather amusing. If sleep depriving.

No, not jut geekiness. Though, of course, something had to convince me to get jelly-babies (not my normal fare).

[melata-fic.livejournal.com]

It'd be fun to get a whole lot of female fans in to take over, though. Hee.

Well, ulterior motives, yes. :P

[drakyndra.livejournal.com]

I would, quite possibly, die laughing. Which would be extremely awesome.

And yeah, there is that.

[--kali--.livejournal.com]

That's a big step forward for fanboy-fangirl relations. Most of them still don't believe that we exist.

[drakyndra.livejournal.com]

I fangirl, therefore I am.

[aervir.livejournal.com]

Lucky you! I've never met any geeks on the Munich underground so far, not to mention a Comic Book Guy doppelgänger.

[drakyndra.livejournal.com]

Well, lucky in the entertaining conversation sense, not so lucky in the attractive sense. Pity.