Thnigs that happen at 3am

So, I went camping this week.

Well, I suppose you couldn't really call it camping. Chloe, Sable and I pitched a tent in Chloe's back yard and slept out there. Of course, I say "slept" like we actually got some rest, but that's a lie.

For starters, we didn't even think about going to the tent till some time after 3am, as we had been too busy watching X-Files and eating high-sugar foods to worry about sleep. So Chloe and I head out into the back yard, only to find that it had started raining, and we needed a tarp to put over the tent (because when it rains here, it can sometimes seem like a bloody monsoon, and we did not want to die by drowning in a tent).

So the two of us (because Sable had fallen asleep on the couch, the lazy sod) quietly ransacked the house (because her family was trying to sleep) as we looked for the damn tarp, only for Chloe to realize a half hour later that it was in their camper outside.

Then came problem number two, because Chloe didn't know which key on the key rack was for the camper, so we had to bring the whole kitten kaboodle out into the rain as we tried each key on the camper. Once we finally managed to open the thing and retrieve the tarp, we got Sable up to help us with the tarp. And only once we were all outside again did we realize that we had forgotten to get something with which to tie the tarp down!

So into the house once more, till we finally found some rope, and then back out into the rain, only to discover it had now turned into a fine drizzle, and that the clouds were clearing up, so it seemed that we wouldn't need the tarp anyway.

Back into the house again to get all out sleeping bags, then back to the tent to set up. And then we realized that none of us had bothered to bring a foam mat or air matress, but by that time it was very nearly 5am, so we decided to forgo any further searching and just try to get some rest.

Several minutes and a pantie fight later (though the pantie was just a cloth we'd brought to wipe off some condensation on the inside of the tent, why we called it a pantie, I don't know), Chloe and Sable were sleeping blissfully away, and I began to drift off. But instead of sleep, I entered a six-hour cycle of drifting in and out of consciousness.

I know I dreampt, though, because I remember having a dream where B'lanna Torres of Star Trek: Voyager was apparently the Spirit of the Earth (which was a glowing green, slightly amorphos, giant deer thing that flies through space).

In conclusion: We suck at camping. That and we probably need psychiactric help

In other words, however, I've started seriousley working on my Sailor Moon/Eternal Darkness crossover, and I hope to have the first chapter of that up some time this week.

Speaking of which, I made a Eternal Darkness fanvid, yo!


Hehe, but on Wednesday, the girls and I are taking Tara and Trevor out to see the Transformers movie, and we are presumptuously refering to it as "Marvin and Herbert's First Date!!!11!1!!!!one!!!1"

Of course, the ironic thing is that before we leave for the movie, we're filming a "tard wedding," in which the two of them are getting hitched XD

I am actually looking forward to seeing this movie. When I first heard about it, I was sceptical (though Trevor dissolved into a paroxysm of fanboyish delight when he found out), but all the trailers, coupled with Trevor's glee, have gotten to me. Besides, I was always fond of the Transformers when I was a kid. I'd watch that instead of all My Little Pony or Care Bears, because transforming robots > talking pink horses and bears that shoot magic from their bellies.

Unrelatedly, Leela from Doctor Who is, quite frankly, pure awesomeness incarnate ("Before you kill me I'll have this rat hole ankle deep with blood!" she quoth one episode), and the fact that the movie Ratatouille has to have the subtitle (rat-a-too-ee) really, really pisses me off. It isn't that hard to pronounce! *kicks an ignorant person*