Fanart, Fanfiction and Fangirling

Yesterday was such a stressful day. First I thought my cell phone got stolen (luckily I had just forgotten it at home), then my parents, who are currently on holiday, tried to call me, but they couldn't contact me, so my mother got worried and called our neighbours and a friend of mine to see if they could reach me. My friend sent me an email and I called them at their hotel. The funny thing is, I actually wanted to call them during lunch break, because I had gone out with some friends the night before and I know my mother always worries when I have to use the underground after 9:00 PM. But of course I had to forget my cell phone that day. Then in the evening I had to rush to the local festival, since I'm in charge on the bookshop. And, on top of that, I've had a terrible stomachache for days. I looks like I'll have to stay clear of festival food for a while.

At least I bought two sci-fi books for 1€ each, one by Philip Dick and one by Frederick Brown, who are among my favourite writers of all time.

Also, it looks like the poor people in Linz will have to stand in the rain both today and tomorrow. I'm sorry for them. I hope it won't rain in Montreux next week...

And, last but not least, a screen shot from this Farin interview - taken at 3:10



*eyebrow fetish galore*

EDIT: Last night I dreamed Bela was at my place and we were talking about marketing strategies involving buttons (not band pins, real buttons you use to, you know, button up your shirt?) After a while he said he had brought along his cat and when I saw him... it was my cat! Only, in kitten form. I can't believe it's been a month since he died. My poor Spillo... ;_;

Spillo, July 1995 - 4th June 2009



He died this morning in his sleep. When I looked at him this evening, it looked like he was still peacefully asleep. I can only hope that means he didn't suffer.

I can't remember when was the last time I cried so much.