Crescent City Con: Minute 5: we left with 2 library books and a cup on top of the car; this does not bode well

It's a Nunkies kind of thing                    

I want to see the Shrine

Libby, when did you last eat?

--I AM the Mountain!
--*I'm* the gravel

NB doing an unrehearsed reading: "...fresh as a peach....(turns to PNE after the room burst into laughter) You did that on purpose!"

(regarding Sharon's hair) --It's not glowing!
-- It's not dark!

You are an addict, admit it!

But they were awake a minute ago                

Libby, do you need to eat?

....she has a perfectly shaped bite mark from someone who took her a little too seriously when she said 'bite me'.

...there were 13 of us in the room... 13 Klingons and 3 foot pink bunny  

Yesterday I was walking around in what I was walking around in                    

--You witch!
--Thank you!

HE's visited the webpage

There you go: a grasp on reality

You're looking funny, Libby. Do you need to eat?

Not that I'm an official room person here, but if I feel that way, I'll leave you, don't worry

Even I have my limits (said 7 times throughout the weekend)    

Oh my oh my

I'm strong, I heal fast

Screed and Natalie: The UnNausea's

Libby, I like you, I really really like you.                  

Uh, Patt, I'm not a Maypole

--Why do you guys put up with me?
--Because we have to?

[Insert Nigel here]

During an NB-PNE Panel:
--What? I don't type with my fingers? (NB)
--Well, that gives a whole new meaning to 'hunt and peck'

--Is your first name Nick?
--No, but her middle name is Brick

We're all egomaniacal, admit it

Dear me... oh dear, dear me

Libby, do you need me to get you something to eat?                    

You're a massage therapist? You certainly don't look like Inga, a 6'4" Swedish woman with shoulders out to here and hands like hams  

If you don't mind, it's really difficult to fix my mascara while you're bouncing on the bed.

I don't care if I'm supposed to be official, I'm going to wear Screed on my chest.                  

--Toss it here
--Can you still catch after all that beer?
--Yes, I can catch!
Thunk!  

It's all Nigel's fault  

Oh, my gracious

(four writers at a panel) Writers? Sign autographs? No way, we're not egotistical

I've got change -- gimme a beer!  

--There's a guy in the lobby in a loincloth. Is he with the con?
--No
--He'd fit right in

Give me $5, I need to buy Nigel a beer

I wasn't stalking him, I was there first!  

Dear me!

Libby, you're going to eat that, whether you want it or not

I'm not cheap

I think this weekend has clarified the distinction between Nunkies and Nigel

I'd do one or the other, but not both   

--*We* weren't holding court, we were playing ladies in waiting
--No, we were playing NSVV

(outside the elevators) No spawning upstream

Yes!! We made it past the obligatory stop on floor 2

No one asked to punch my ticket all weekend (Susan, not meaning to make a double entendre)

--I'm a fat woman and I wear fat woman clothes
--And we're glad you have the good taste to do so

Some costumes just should not be worn   

Libby, we're going to eat and you're coming with us

For me to be skin and bones, I'd have to go on the Auschwitz Diet Plan

Now that we've lost the extraneous people, the air conditioner works

Get this Jurassic Park reject off of me!

Well, I imagine he showers

--Is there a red light district here?
--Not here, I'm for free

Well, there's a quote

Grope around the table

Go ahead, Libby, give in to it. You'll sleep better at night

One generation of really gay men, and there goes the population

Oh, he'll have a field day with that!

Cassandra: Mistress of the Gritch and Moan

CCC Day 3: Susan did NOT throw up this morning

I need to write that down, right?

And I can't believe I was watching Star Trek at the time

It's Nunkarageous!!

I'm addicted, but in a mature manner

I have to go, because I HAVE to GO

It's Nunkalicious!

Libby, you will eat

I lost the button thingie

It's a new dance: The Nick Fidget!!

Shiney Pretty Thingies

It's a bonding thing

Thank you for shopping JoeMart

We got thrown out of a coffee bar in the French Quarter during a Nunklear meltdown while writing a Nunkies fantasy about a Ratpacker

Without my glasses, it's hard to tell, but something is moving over there

NB: Yes, I've been to the Nunkies page, and wasn't that interesting
LS: We figured at least 1000 of the hits were yours
(THUNK, YELP)
NB: I dropped the chair on my toe!