MINE!

[xp_cypher]

Mwaha. My evil plan to abscond with the laptop to continue my nefarious plans proceeds apa...EEP! Notickles! Nonononono! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

...er. Back now.

In other news, crowded airports suck. But in _other_ other news, swanky first-class passenger lounges with not so many people and free wireless internet do _not_ suck. Yay for having money to spend on first-class tickets. :) Did I mention the really nice snack food?

Angie and I are being quite the jetsetters this holiday, between Kansas, Denver, France, and Scotland. I feel like...I dunno, Jay Gatsby or someone like that. Jet lag is going to be a royal pain upon returning to the mansion, but it's going to be worth it.

A belated Merry Christmas to you all, and a slightly premature Happy New Year. :)

Comments

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

The tickling is very effective in getting the laptop back from you so that I can comment on your silly post.

Silly.

The coffee here is almost acceptable. The hot tea -is- acceptable. I am impressed.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, turnabout is fair play. I can tickle you to get it back as well.

And what's wrong with being silly? Nothing at all.

Mmm. Hot chocolate.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

This would result in less evil glares from that woman with the hideous coat if we just agreed to share the laptop.

Nothing is wrong with being silly. You look espically silly with the glasses perched up atop of your head like that too.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

The evil glares are half the fun.

And I don't look silly with my glasses perched on top of my head. I look like I'm hunched at my laptop plotting diabolical evil and...EEP!

Grr. Didn't we already have this discussion about tickling?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Are you trying to get her to say something to us so you can show off the pass to the lounge?

Did we have a discussion? I thought perhaps I was confused and that we were going to have one later and that I had Seen it instead.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Nah. It's just fun to annoy grumpy old ladies.

And I thought perhaps we had one and you were confusing the issue by bringing precognition into it. ;-)

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

If I promise not to tickle, will you tell me what that woman is muttering now? She may think that is French, but it is -not-, and I suspect she is not aware either of us is fluent.

Would it be terribly rude, do you think, to mutter back?

.. why am I having this conversation with you on comments?

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Guido says you're not allowed to join the Mile High Club before he does, by the way.

Or maybe it was "without him," but, y'know, it's kinda hard to concentrate when you're trying to type with Bongo the Man-Mountain looming over your shoulder, so I'm not sure.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

Guido is going to have to join that club with a different red-haired Frenchwoman, I am afraid.

I did not even attempt to join the Mile-High Club. Mostly as I think Doug would have been mortified if I had suggested it, and also, he slept for most of the flights, when he was not making happy cooing noises at whatever new computer toy his parents gave him.

He does a very credible Lockheed impression when cooing though.

Bongo the Man-Mountain? Has Guido gotten larger?

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

*snerk* He says, if you have any of their phone numbers, he'd appreciate it. And that would be about the time I started playing keepaway with his shades.

And when you're nearly eight feet tall with shoulders that make you look like you're wearing five pairs of football pads, you don't need to get any bigger to get called Bongo the Man-Mountain, as far as I'm concerned. :)

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I have a cousin who has red hair and is French, but I think that Guido is a little old for her, as she is only seven.

Would those be the silly little glasses he had? The ones like, oh -blast-. The dead Beatle, but not the one who -just- died a few years ago.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

The Lennon shades, yeah. The ones he wears everywhere, unless, for example, people steal them and use their superior knowledge of the surrounding area to disappear.

Or, for that matter, stealing them and playing Which Pair of Shades Isn't an Ectoplasmic Copy? It's really funny watching them disintegrate on his face.

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

You are an evil, evil man, Jamie Madrox.

Here is an interesting question we will have to try to answer. The items you duplicate when you dupe - clothing, glasses, other things - we should see if you can 'feel' them the same way I can feel my images.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Evil? I'm not evil, I'm just misunderstood. Or something. ;)

. . . I don't think I've ever tried to do anything with my clothes and stuff. How do your images feel? Or should we wait until we can actually talk this out in person?

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

I think we should probably talk about this in person because I do not have the words to explain how it feels to know what my images are doing when I have one active..

And Doug is being -no- help at the moment. Admittedly, this may be due to him having spoken nothing but French for the last day.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Is he stuck? Maybe you should whack him on the side of the head until he spits out another language, it works on the TV sometimes. :)

[x-tarot.livejournal.com]

He says he is not stuck.

... Of course, he said this in French.

[x-cypher.livejournal.com]

Je ne suis pas coincé. J'aime le français.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

You're only saying that because I'm all the way over here and I can't whack you in the side of the head.