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I need to get back to actual blogging. Twitter has made me complacent! Unfortunately, this is not an actual blog entry, but instead a 1AM conversation over IM. I went to sleep soon afterward, no doubt to face wacky, delightful dreams.

Gypsy: *leeeeeeeeeans*
Priscellie: *snugs*
Gypsy: Middleman/Pushing Daisies fic – does it exist? And if not, WHY NOT?
Priscellie: OH MY GOD WHERE IS IT
Gypsy: THESE ARE MY TWO GUARANTEED HAPPY SHOWS. THEY MUST BAND TOGETHER TO FORM A CONGLOMERATE OF AWESOME.
Priscellie: Okay, I just conceived of Emerson/Ida grumpyawesomeness. By rule 34, it must exist. Therefore, Middleman/Pushing Daisies fic must exist!
Gypsy: … OMG YES.
Gypsy: UNIVERSE. IF YOU LOVE ME EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT YOU WILL HAVE SOMEONE WRITE THIS.
Priscellie: OMG OMG OMG
Priscellie: Emerson can knit her a Baby Heydar cozy.
Gypsy: X3
Gypsy: Chuck and Lacey would bond… Olive and Wendy could swap stories about their bosses…
Priscellie: The Middleman could take Aunts Lily and Vivian to see old-timey movies. Somehow, they would end up in a 3D feature, and Lily would have a red-glass monocle and a blue-colored eyepatch.
Gypsy: Brilliant!
Gypsy: DUDE, they both take place in unspecified vaguely fantastical locations.
Gypsy: (Unless they don’t. Did they ever say where The Middleman took place?)
Priscellie: other than an illegal sublet, shared by two photogenic young artists? Not that I recall.
Gypsy: hee
Priscellie: and Ned’s power… totally crossoverable.
Gypsy: Soooooo totally.
Priscellie: We are lunatics. But only the best kind.
Gypsy: You know you love me.
Priscellie: *hugs your brain*
Priscellie: I love mah Becky!

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“Vlad the Impaler had two loves: feasting on the blood of his impaled victims and puppet shows.”

I can’t wait for tonight’s Middleman. Preview here!

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This will only be funny to people who watched last week’s Middleman (Flying Fish Zombification) and have read Proven Guilty (8th Dresden book), which means… probably only one of you. Oh well. I’m entertained!

Cut scene from Proven Guilty:

Harry: So talk. How’d you wind up in jail?

Nelson: I’m not sure what actually happened. I was in the bathroom—

Harry: What bathroom? Where?

Nelson: At the convention.

Harry: Convention?

Molly: *points to her SplatterCon!!! button* It’s a horror movie convention.

Harry: SplatterCon? Never heard of it.

Molly: No, SplatterCon (*jazzhands*).

Harry: That’s what I said.

Molly: Yeah, but you didn’t do the (*jazzhands*). SplatterCon (*jazzhands*) is spelled with three exclamation points on the end. It’s pronounced “SplatterCon (*jazzhands*).”

Harry: *stares. a long, long time.* You trick me into coming bail your boyfriend out under false pretenses, interrupting some very important work that could very well save my bacon in the next few days, and you expect me to do (*sarcastic jazzhands*) every time I say the name of some ridiculous convention?

Molly: *silent yeep*

Harry: [to Nelson] Okay, what happened in the bathroom?

For everyone else, here’s Zac Effron inadvertently dancing to the “Gaston” song. Renata needs to see it RIGHT NOW.