Behold!

The Website of the President-Elect!

Complete with job application form. I hope I get an invite to fill the rest out! I can't decide if I should read the transition book NOW or wait until after the Neil Gaiman reading tonight to dig in?

Also, all campaign stuff is half off at the Barack Obama store. Did you know I don't have any campaign swag? It's true. Because I'm poor and don't like the ladies designs and don't know what size I wear in American Apparel mens. darkblackghost, I will order some proper car stickers for you.

The Very Worst Thing Ever

I had a big row with my mom about borrowing the car so I could go to the Neil Gaiman reading tonight, and she said no and had a bitchfit and flounced out to go to some doctor's appointment.

Guess who calls me like, ten minutes later and is all, 'guess who's in my office, signing stuff? hurry up and get down here!'

Noelle. Of course.

OF COURSE. I HATE LIFE. EVEN IF I TOOK THE BUS I WOULD NOT GET DOWN THERE IN TIME NOW.

This kind of ruins my day. I fail at stalking so, so hard.

I Didn't Meet Neil Gaiman

...but I did go to his reading, and it was pretty great. Especially the bit where we wrote out cards, and I decided to fluff mine off by writing down 'the ubiquitous Doctor Who question' and then doodling a picture of David Tennant, never expecting him to actually answer it. After all, it wasn't really a question so much as a statement with a certain flair.

And then he read the card as 'Oh, this one says it's the ubiquitous Doctor Who question and they've doodled a picture of David Tennant at the bottom. My answer is the usual vague avoidance.'

And as soon as he answered I was distressingly pleased that my doodle was recognizable, and then sad because I remembered the REAL QUESTION I had wanted to ask. (Which is frankly, just as terrible and embarrassing as what I did ask, so lah dee dah.)

According to the man himself, very few people were at the signing and so it was the loveliest one he's been to in ages because he got to talk to everyone. SIGH.

They were having an afterparty, which I think is highly ironic. I don't really see Neil Gaiman as an ultra-lounge sort of fellow. It was 75 dollars, and I could have gone and am feeling the slight twinge of regret that I didn't impulse purchase it. But if I had gone, I would have wanted drinks, and I didn't have a car with me to get to Mandalay Bay... etc.

Speaking of funny, I ran into Abby canenero, who I haven't seen in person for ages and we spent the whole time catching up -- even though there wasn't much catching up to do since we read one another's journals. Her mom bought me a signed copy of "The Graveyard Book", so in the end I did get signed stuff, just not the signed thing I wanted. It warmed my heart to see them.