"This is not the Sith Lord you're looking for..."

Home from Dragon*Con. Completely wiped. Had an attack of the crabbies this morning but am mostly better with the application of a three-hour nap. Given that I didn't sleep at all Sunday night (grrr roommate who turned on the light in the room every hour or so) and barely slept three hours last night, I'm still very tired and could use a good bit more sleep, but I'm going to try to stay up until a reasonable bedtime so as not to fuck up my sleep schedule any further.

Funny Dragon*Con moments...

1. Dave Prowse (and yes, it's Dave, never David) had asked for some hot chocolate. Tammie went to Starbucks to get it, and when she thanked the counter staff in his name, the next customer in line said, "Darth Vader drinks hot chocolate?!?"

2. Ray Park gave Tammie his guest badge as a souvenir, and she was wearing it around the con for the day-and-a-half after he left. We three were walking home Sunday evening when another congoer asked her, "I'm sorry, I can't quite figure out who you are." He'd seen the green guest ribbon.

She said, "I'm not who I appear to be," and then after that we kept coming up with other things she should've said instead. The winner is used as this post's title. I told her she should change her journal title to "Not the Sith Lord you're looking for".

3. Yesterday Dave wanted to go visit with some other guests in a different part of the autograph hall, so I was talking to his fans and telling them he'd be right back. I said, "He's gone over to the other side" (of the room). Then I heard what I'd said, and started wondering aloud, "Did I just tell someone Darth Vader went over to the other side?:

It was probably funnier on sleep-dep, StarWarsFanGirlSquee and caffiene. (That word is refusing to look right whichever way I spell it. I defer to i-before-e.)

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Sunday, soraidh called from our house to tell us the Laclede Gas man had been out. Someone from the neighborhood called in an odor of gas. Gas guy checked around, didn't find anything though there was a faint odor in the basement, told her to put the pets upstairs and have us call Laclede when we got back on Tuesday.

So this morning, there was a hangtag on the door: they'd come out again Sunday afternoon and turned off the gas.

So while I was completely crashed out, Tammie called the gas company. Gas man came back again, disassembled the cedar closet to get at the meter and supply pipe, and very quickly discovered that one of our dryers had sprung a seal and was venting gas directly out the dryer vent. The dryer that was working, naturally.

Oh, yeah. We have two dryers (and two washers). The other dryer's dryness sensor has failed sometime in the last month, so if you turn it on it runs until you remember to turn it off again. Overnight, one day, three days, a week.

Gas bill from HELL and two repair bills, here we come. Joy.