Blind Prophecy

First Annual LJ Rabbit’s Hole Day

Sorry I got here so late. Hard to imagine that just yesterday I was at the Sundance Premier of Angel Season 6, rubbing elbows with Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean (who, it turns out, don’t like having their elbows rubbed excessively).

Paris is simply wonderful, although I’ve already had a few too many glasses of wine. I think some of the stinky cheese is sitting a bit funny with me. Either I got some really bad stinky cheese or Honorificus just tore apart (literally, tore off body parts) a snotty French salesgirl who implied that she couldn’t carry off some slinky couture number.

And really, between the stinky cheese and the wine, I need to cut down on the cookies. Maybe just one more…

Le sigh! Nobody wants to go to the gay clubs with me (maybe that waiter, Jean-Luc, will be my tour guide). No, everyone wants to sip wine at sidewalk cafes and talk about art and existentialism and le revolucion! Until today, I never could have pictured Masq smoking a huge, smelly cigar… but she says it’s for ambience.

There’s talk about taking the tour of the Eifel Tour, but no one wants to move yet. I think we’re all a little wiped out. Ann1962 will probably inspire us to some sort of activity soon, she seems to be our acting ringleader today.

Rob, Shadowkat, Oyceter and I are have fallen into the classic Marvel vs. DC argument. I think until one of us actually develops superpowers (or until Cactuswatcher breaks us up again) we’re just going to keep finding reasons to disagree. (I still say that Marvel best reflects the spirit of the times in America and is worth suffering the less-than-stellar stories for sake of a better overall character universe)

Anyway, ce la vie and au revoir and Vin de maison, s’ il vous plait and Mon dieu – que pourrait dire Sartre?

Update: Jean-Luc just brought me another piece of cheese with a note that reads “Lick me — Happy Rabbit Hole Day”

Update 2: Rob just developed a super-power. It seems that anytime someone points a camera at him, a famous actress appears out of nowhere and curls up next to him.

Update 3: Oh… Jean-Luc’s note wasn’t referring to licking the cheese… ;0

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