Shiver me soul
yo ho heave ho
How's life on your side of the internet connection? I believe some of you have been to London Expo, UK? Others went to a Halloween meet in Utrecht, NL? I demand full reports on your epic adventures!
Well... I just got home from bungee jumping. Bungee jumping?!?!?!?!?
Yes, bungee jumping.
Saturday I got "kidnapped" by my friends - who were actually fed up with my "AAARGH! We're about to die!" at every ravine of 2 cm deep. They had arranged two jumps: one in the middle of the night and one early in the morning. I tell you this: there is nothing as beautiful as jumping early in the morning, when first light of dawn shines on the valley of Luxemburg city...
Oh, and I swear... Belgium hamburgers are better than Dutch...
Expected to be home Monday evening, we've decided to leave earlier than planned. Luxemburg is beautiful, yet when the hotel room next to you is almost trashed by an angry couple, it's time to leave
---Next cosplay plan=
"Big-Fat-Ugly-Bug-Face-Baby-Eating O'Brien" from Muppets Treasure Island [link]
A) Because a Buccaneer's lady's getting married to her Pirate lover "Harrr... matey!" and I get to eat babies?
D) Because I want to shiver ye timbers, shiver ye soul... yo ho, heave ho!"
T) Because it's fun to do a completely random character from the Muppets "who made only one appearance in the entire movie and disappeared afterwards, probably eating babies on some deserted island?"
Z) All of the above?
If you've guessed Z, you've won yourself a virtual hug!
Have fun with this: [link]
and the music: [link]
---Nevan second version
Is about 15 percent done. And I hate her still. Even more, actually. I know what I'm doing, for this is the second time I'm making her. The first got sold to a belly dancer before I could try the costume. The performance back than was tremendously beautiful and absolutely sexy; she had to play a succubus who tried to seduce the sultan during his wicked dreams in the play of Sheherezade.
Now I'm making her again for a convention... again... over 500 bats I have to make!
stalks me. Not that I care. Police can't do anything, because there's no real threat (yet) but I have to inform everyone. Hereby, yer informed. Actually, I hope he does something bad. Something very bad, to me. For we can get this over with, for the rest of my darn life and he'll be behind bars. For a bloody long time, can't get close to me anymore and voila, I'm happy and content and the world is safe again.