Talking Soup

Long post follows! So the con report shall be under the cut.

( Welcome to Con-dom--Jules said that, and I shall never let her live it down! )

After all that it was off to the airport for the flight back, the flight that got canceled, fuck you US Airways. Fortunately they had one that left later but by the miracle of time zones actually got into San Fran earlier than the one I was supposed to be on.

The wait? Yes, the wait. I arrived at one and had to wait till six. Which would have been a bummer if I hadn't whipped out the wireless card to see if the airport had wireless. And yes, yes it did have a signal where I was sitting, an exremely low signal, but I decided to hop on the internet, see what was flying. Checked my email, woot, whatever. Then I click on the first bookmark on my faves list that I actually check--that being the Shoebox Project. And what, oh what, should I find?

An update.

I was...well let's just say I was giddy for the whole rest of the day. It was a nightmare, though, because the signal was so low that my internet kept crapping out. In fact it crapped out as I was trying to link to the first part of the update--it was split into two. I was almost resigned to having to go the whole flight without knowing what's happening when I tried the internet again and, miracle of miracles, it worked and I got to read Part A! And I thought, well this is simply lovely, I am very happy right now, I hope Part B is as lovely, and I tried to get onto Part B when...my internet crapped out again.

Waited awhile, tried again, clicked the links as fast as I could and voila! Part B!

Which was...which was...

Jfkladjdfjiowhgdljkgdahkgodjowhalgkjdlajwonvowahigohewolak!!!!!!

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XOMG!!!!!

I was incoherent and giggling and it was a good thing not many people were in the gate yet because I know I was grinning like a maniac and giggling sporadically which would have made anyone look at me like I was nuts, but seriously--I mean--only writing can do this, only writing can make me be seriously happy for hours after I read it, or sad, alternately. In Shoebox's case I was happy to the point of tears, quite literally, I was so happy and smiley and all that my eyes started watering.

You have to read it to understand.

That made my day. My week. My life. I left gratuitous comments for Mi'Lady Jaida, and I should probably leave some for Dorkorific though I don't think she's updated her LJ in awhile. Oh man. They--the--writing--guh--they'll be great one day. They'll be greater than great. Jaida especially. I mean, you read her stand-alone stuff, her original stuff, her other fanfics and it's like, this woman is going to be a bestseller in a few years, and not one of those shoddy bestsellers, I mean a real bestseller, the kind whose books you read and you just cry at the end no matter how sad or happy or bittersweet the ending is, the way you cry when you stand before the Mona Lisa, the way I cried at certain parts of RotK that just overwhelmed me, the way you cry when you're faced, unquestionably, with art.

*breathes*

Well yes. It made my flight actually decent. It's hard to be upset at all after a Shoebox Update.

Watched most of the second Naruto movie inflight as well, which is much more awesome than the first if only because it's got Sabaku no Gaara and Shika-Shika and Kankarou (sp?) and big moving machinery-type things and Sakura actually kicking ass for once, thank you. And Naruto being his Naruto-ey self, telling the bad guys what's what about the world in his Naruto-ey way. Some people get bored or annoyed at the way he almost always manages to change people, get them to see things, not that he really intends to be such a hero, he just speaks his mind. I find it endearing. It made it all the more a punch to the gut when...well.