Postal Dropbox Adventures: so that some of you may live to attend Everfree Northwest NEXT year... (a.k.a. Unboxing #4) · 8:24pm Aug 14th, 2021
Before we start into the standard statements and links, I need to get something out of the way. Just in order to keep the potential number of deaths down.
A number of you are currently attending Everfree Northwest. And I know that Georg, out of the goodness of his heart and possibly the curiosity of his spleen, brought along pre-addressed stamped postcards. Addressed to me. I might be seeing a few interesting messages next week, and I'm grateful for that.
It is also very remotely possible, with my dropbox address getting some distribution and Huckster Hall right there, that someone might think it was a good time to send me something pony-related. If it happens, that's fine. I appreciate the thought. (I had asked FOME about a convention book, but apparently they've gone scarce. Printing problems.) And if it doesn't, that's okay too. But an EFNW trinket, or proof of a Hoopy sighting (or Hoopy book)... that's up to you.
With one exception.
Listen closely.
IF YOU SEND ME A PONY BODY PILLOW, I WILL MAKE YOU BLEED.
Thank you for your cooperation.
And now, your Standard Text.
As before, anyone who needs to get the dropbox address can find it pinned to the top of the #p-o-unboxing channel in my Discord server, and that's also where I do live openings.
I really like getting postcards. Hopefully I'll see a few more soon.
I've opened up an Amazon wishlist. It is mostly being used as a guide for the sadists among you to see what I might like and then find some means of going the other way.
I am thankful for everything. For all of you. I really am. I'm luckier than most, and I... have to remind myself of that sometimes. But I am still terrified to tell you when my birthday is, and Christmas might be scary. Because the sadism has been proven.
Let's look at what the cats dragged in. Hint: it's still bleeding, and they just know you can't hunt for yourself...
So who's familiar with VikingZX? He's in a rather rare category when it comes to fanfic: the Published Author. And one of his book ideas got my attention. It seemed to make so much sense. After all, if you're a dragon, and you must have a hoard...
So I wishlisted it.
And it came.
Anyone wanting to get a look for themselves can find the book here. Please note that if you have Kindle Unlimited, it's included in your membership.
I had to get a physical copy because the dropbox can't receive a file.
Small limitations.
I had mentioned that at one point, I had all ten of the original Sandman graphic novel collections. And that I had to give them all up. Amazon puts the hardcovers on sale every Prime Day, for that value of sale which reads as 'fourteen cents off'. I've never managed to replace anything.
One down, nine to theoretically go...
It's just nice to see it again. (Being traumatized by the diner story for the second time, however...) Something to read while we all wait for season two of Good Omens.
...and at least one person just dove for their search bar.
Pretty sure the intent here is for me to create a gigantic explosion.
That's what any prospective body pillow would be for. Only with more identifiable organs left behind.
There are a lot of people on this site who enjoy telling me where to go.
This is one of the more novel suggestions on how to get there.
We still have running jokes.
...I need to establish something.
I don't have the money to become a Warhammer player.
You don't have the money.
No one has the money.
JEFF BEZOS DOESN'T HAVE THE MONEY.
...I'm surrounded by sadistic toddlers...
This was in the same package as the above. And as such, here's my exact quote from the live unboxing:
Keep going. The supervillain origin story is well underway.
And also in that package? A transparent attempt by the sender to save their own life.
...well, 'tis a wishlist piece. And they're apparently getting a little harder to find, possibly because they are all now at Everfree Northwest in Huckster Hall. (Incidentally, Harwick is trying to complete his set and would be interested in trades.) So who came out of the box?
Somewhere in the multiverse, Fleur just felt the need to suddenly sit down.
This arrived as a poster.
I tap it for one Energy point twice per week.
Pure coincidence.
And as I never got to read it before this, pure delight.
We are still trying to work out whether I'm supposed to eat this --
-- or stick one in my ear.
Wishlist item. I have a very old stovetop potato roasting dome: so old that to put anything upon it preseasons the skin with rust. I was hoping to replace it, and... someone was generous enough to oblige. Thank you.
On the other hand, there goes most of my iron content.
There shall be no questions regarding this arrival.
One does not ask questions unless one truly wishes to have the answers. As opposed to, shall we say, certain -- regrets.
But in this case, there are no regrets at all...
Y'all just know that if I write something she wouldn't like, that's going to animate and spear me through the throat.
...no regrets.
We continue to explore international cinema.
I continue to disbelieve that the depicted area ever sees snow.
...to be fair, this one was a wishlist item. Nine and a half hours of bleak, beautiful depression.
I find the most unique methods of committing cinematic suicide...
(If I take it into #deadstreaming, it'll need about a week.)
(Watch me long for the sweet release of death -- live!)
And for the very last item from that unboxing? Well -- speaking of running jokes...
I am currently considering which story to cancel, followed by telling everyone it was because of you.
So for the record.
I had to go to the website to get that picture.
And I happened to see that they have a minimum order.
OF SIXTY DOLLARS.
...and there was only one thing to do.
I got up from the computer chair.
I went to the closet.
I changed clothes.
And I did the obvious.
Really wasn't all it's been cracked up to be.
Thank you for the thought.
The consideration.
For being there.
I do appreciate it. I really do.
...
BUT IF I SEE ONE BODY PILLOW, SOMEONE IS GONNA DIE.
Please do not stick the candy fish in your ear.
(prices body pillows)
Well, that was a short-lived idea. Handing out postcards even now. I haz colored pencils and markers because I'm autistic. Artistic. Yeah, one of those.
...seven body pillows it is. I think I know someone that makes Japanese versions of the whole Mane 6 and Spike humanized...
Ignition! is a hilarious read, especially given the subject matter.
Wait, Ignition! is back in print? Please excuse me while I go replace my slightly dodgy scanned PDF copy.
An eclectic mix of somethings and sundries, to be sure!
... gotta find me first.
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I forget if it's in Ignition! or just that wonderful chemistry blog:
And never forget the wonderful dioxygen difluoride -- sometimes lovingly referred to as FOOF, in no small part because that's what it does to nearly anything it touches.
...
So you're saying that sending you a pony body pillow guarantees that I get to meet you in person?
I've said I'm notoriously bad at giving gifts.
I generally cant think of any ideas without suggestions from the potential giftee, is all it is.
That said.
I'm going to a furry convention this weekend.
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Rather than make a dark joke about needing Stinz as further reference material (because I don't), let us consider whether a full fursuit counts for covid PPE.
...in August.
People are gonna die.