What about those of us who can make it? Can we use this thread to formulate plans of who we're going to throw off the roof?

And who you're going to hook up with.

Well.

I thought the point of this thing was that everyone was trying to hook up with w-lfs-n.

But we already took care of that last night! Shame he slept through it.

I don't know if "molesting an unconscious person" counts as "hooking up" with them. But hey, I'm not a philosopher of language or anything.

I'm pretty sure it doesn't. We'll have to have another run-through tonight, while I'm still sentient (sapience optional).

This is hardly turning out to be an UnfoggedConsolation thread. More like an UnfoggedCon gloating thread.

That's quite alright though. Clearly nobody at unfogged is really in a position to complain about living vicariously.

I need consolation. Will this all happen sometime when I can meet everyone?

How did I end up in Pasadena, which is neither Minnesota (as originally planned) nor DC (where I live)? I'm hungover and I don't have much clothing- something's rotten in Denmark.

Will there be jello shots? Everyone loves jello shots.

I've been under the (mistaken?) impression that w-lfs-n was actually, really, in reality gay, and all this w-lfs-n-baiting was self-consciously tongue-in-cheek. Sort of like Labs's sexuality. Is that not actually the case?

11: Hey, maybe you should get together with the German tourist who thought he was going to Sydney, Australia and ended up in Sidney, Montana.

That's awesome, LR.

Ben w-lfs-n is so gay, when they throw him off the roof he'll sing "It's Raining Men".

It's Raining Men

Not no more, it ain't!

All you folks at UnfoggeDCon might be having all kinds of fun, but are you driving to three different Asian markets in a failed attempt to buy gyoza wrappers? No, you are not. Take that.

Hey, maybe this should be the 'who's doing the least fun thing during UnfoggeDCon?' thread. Me, I'm cleaning up cat vomit.

I'll just take my prizes now, thanks.

Well I'm going to AcrossTheStreetNeighborhoodCon which should be fun. But less fun than you know, the big party down below the Mason-Dixon line. So I really don't have anything to carp about. Nonetheless, carp I shall!

17: Surely that is no fun, but where's Megan? Just imagine the transformative possibilites for m-fun! Sponges + duct tape = home made skating rink!

So, am I the only one mentally pronouncing it "Unfogg-edd-ee Con?" Kinda like Raggedy Ann?

19: You're so right. Then maybe I could throw the cats off the roof.

The other day I tried to rush my cat onto the tile floor when he started heaving, and instead got a line of cat puke from my bed, to the carpet, and into my shoes.

19 -- not until just now. But I will henceforth be pronouncing it your way.

I like where this is going. A thread devoted to cat vomit is really an ideal counterpoint to the party.

Hey all, speaking of cat vomit, tell me what to wear to this thing. The gold corsety thing and the wool gold-flecked pants, or the cobalt blue shantung? And if the latter, with or without the black velvet jacket? And what about the ugly bruise on my calf? Will anyone care? Because the stockings I packed aren't the stay up kind, and I didn't pack such a thing as a garter belt, and the stay-up stockings I *do* have are fishnets, and I just don't know if the fishnet + shaunting sheath thing would be amusing or merely stupid....

I've been shoveling snow.

Has the Swedish ladies' bob-sledding team showed up to keep you company?

Oh, and if your cats are puking b/c of hair balls, go buy a tube of Petromalt at the vets and smear some on their flank. Helps grease the hairballs right on out the other side.

Teo, clown, you are not helping. Corset, or blue silk?

26: Not yet.

Does the corset have whalebone stays?

29 -- That might be taken as evidence that you are not drinking enough Budweiser.

24: Whatever makes you look hott, duh!

Alternately, just how corset-y is this corset? And like, aren't you a 34E? Because, jesus, I'm a 38E/G, and just. Jesus. Your poor shoulders and back!

If it's genuinely corset-y, I'd say go for it, because mmmm support. If it's only kind of semi-corset-y in a fashionable way, the sheath thing, because the fake corsets get old, fast, at least in my experience.

It's fake, but I'm a 30E, so the support thing isn't an issue. Plus, trousers. Scott says the question is do I want to go in character, in which case corset, or not, in which case sheath....

I'd say definitely go in character.

I'd go for trousers, but then, I hate skirts. Also more practical if there is scrappin' to be done.

Although, that too depends: are these pants lined? Wool is itchy, and silk can be kinda... drafty.

Just remember to put on some unmentionables.

17: Both (human) members of my household have nasty colds. If that's not enough to win the thread, I'm sure the cat will work up a good hork if we ask nice.

We're too far away for the Con fun and too sick for the m-fun, which is actually in range. Meh.

Shantung; no jacket; tell people that the bruise is a tattoo, and give a prize to whomever has the best guess about what it is.

Not hairball puke, but thanks for the suggestion. I'm not sure what it is, but she's been drinking from the Xmas tree stand and had fatty duck bones to gnaw on, so maybe that has something to do with it.

Wait, is that tonight?! Shit, I forgot to fly out to DC!

39 -> 24, obvs.

I'm going to a funeral. So. Have fun.

(I know, that was really obnoxious. But also: true!)

As long as it is not your own.

I'm watching clips from Jesus Camp on YouTube in between baking gougeres. Which totally loses the contest, I think, but is creeping me the hell out.

Instead of going to UnfoggeDCon, I'm going on a date with someone from the dating service Ogged convinced me to sign up for.

Will you be live-blogging the evening's events?

19 -- an alternative pronunciation: "Unfogged-Deacon". Who will be the deacon of Unfogged? I nominate our resident theologian, even if he seems hell-bent on breaking his vows of chastity.

I'm just saying there had better be at least some drunken midnight commenting, and some dish tomorrow. I am supervising a sleepover -- the friend with the baby bagged on us, but we're going to the place they're staying for New Years tomorrow.

48 is difficult to parse.

(Not that there's anything wrong with that.)

The obligation that kept me from DC was a visiting friend with baby from Tennessee, who was supposed to be up tonight. She didn't show, but we will visit her locally tomorrow. As an alternative activity, one of Sally's friends is sleeping over, and I am attempting to keep violence from breaking out between the two big girls and Newt.

Oh okay! For some reason I thought you were talking about the with-child woman who was going to come to your Christmas dinner. Gotta keep the details of my imaginary friends' lives straight better.

Good luck with keeping the peace, sherriff.

(Or however you spell that fuckin word. I must say this egg nog is awfully strong.)

Go, Quakers.

Well, I'm off to AcrossTheStreetCon. Hopefully by the time I get back some hell will have been raised. Perhaps the Bitch, Ph. D. and Mr. w-lfs-n will be posing for the Flophouse webcam in one another's underthings.

If we are bored with cat vomit, I had to deskunk my dog Thursday night. Or we can focus on the dead skunk, which on close examination looked like a Prententious Possum. A Prada Possum?

Though the party has started, I'm still tidying up, so I can't tell you how it's going quite yet. But the goose worked out pretty well--thanks for the tip, LB.

Yay, goose. The vital thing is not to forget about the goose fat you've saved -- it makes the simplest of fried potatoes into something that makes people make little involuntary moaning noises.

I have just this moment sat down to a plate of potatoes sauteed in duck fat from Xmas dinner. Incredibly delicious.

39: From the aspca wrt cats drinking from the Christmas tree stand:

'...sometimes people add preservatives to Christmas tree water that may contain fertilizers. While these preservatives are poisonous, they can cause stomach upset. Stagnant tree water can also be a breeding ground for bacteria, which can lead to vomiting, nausea, or diarrhea. It's a good idea to make sure a skirt or a cloth covers the bottom of your tree to deter your dog and cat from drinking the water. '

So, yeah, drinking from the stand is not a good thing.

I went sledding this afternoon.

33: I'm a 32F, but I think that that's basically the same size as a 30E. A sales clerk at Ann Taylor who was very helpful, becasue she also had a large chest pointed me to Le Mystere bras. I tried one on; it was a lot of bra, what with the molded cups and all, but it was very supportive. They make a strapless thing and something called the Sangria bodysuit.

That just sounds as if you'd be fishing bits of soggy fruit out of it all day.

That sounds so hot.

We had a girl, who came nine days ago after a five hour delivery. I'm changing diapers and trying to figure out which nipple to put on the bottle for the pumped milk while my wife's breast infection heals. But I'm with you all in spirit.

Congratulations! although bummer about the mastitis.

Congrats, benton.

Likewise congratulations. The 21st?

I think they just have the two. Twentyone would be a whole lot.

And whilst you party, I'm off to dinner with the Biophysicist's ex-wife. At a restaurant, where the chances of her slipping polonium into the soup are significantly reduced.

I hope you picked the corset, Dr B - and perhaps a pretty gold riding crop, in case the boys become disrespectful.

Hey wanna know what drink kicks ass? Old Quaker Lady egg nog mixed 2-to-1 with Kahlua.

I'm working on a thingy for ogged.

70: Aren't you supposed to be too tired from child supervision to be making teh funny?
And isn't it half past drunk, DC time? When are we going to hear some dirt or see some photos?

Yeah I'm kinda scandalized to see how little hell has been raised in my absense.

ben w-lfs-n just corrected my grammar.

I am now searching for a knife or heavy blunt instrument. I'll keep y'all posted on my progress.

I knew if I left this weindow open folks would comment! Michael Jackson is playing, and Neil teh Ethical Werewolf is cutting a rug with Jackmo

Are they moon-walking?

Okay. Holy shit. Spencer Ackerman just put on a flak jacket, and Labs punched him full force and I have video.

Also, Becks--wearing a hand-dyed sundress--kicked him in the chest, but that was before he put on the body armor.

Hey, has anyone seen the video of Stephen Colbert at Harvard a few weeks ago? I was both entertained and really impressed.

It's 1:10, so don't watch it unless you have a high-speed connection and the time to devote to it. And yes, I know I said I don't usually watch video online. I don't.

Patience, Jesus and CÆ. It's not even midnight there yet.

My previous comment got lost. Cngratulations Benton!

Also, arthegall--we need another Boston meetup so that you can dish. This time maybe Brock Landers will be able to make it too.