I. Am. So. Jealous.
Okay, I am bitter. She is talking about a Dollhouse Fic Theatre, and I keep thinking, where is Luthor Castle in the toystore? Okay? Where is my Fic Theatre Dollhouse?
I mean, think of it--the farm, the castle, the school, and what the hell, the coffee house, and I even have the perfect place to set them up, though granted, I will need to get action figures (and why don't I have action figures yet, I ask you?), and a variety of models of cars, though I've seen those at Wal-Mart, or do you think a Deluxe Lex figure would come with choice of Bentley or Aston Martin? Or Porsche?
That was a very long sentence.
I mean, this could be my first legitimate hobby! People collect dolls and obscure action figures all the time! I mean, come *on*, an entire country engaged in domestic guerrilla warfare for beanie babies and cabbage patch kids once upon a time. My mommy, on a side note, was, in fact, one of the scary parents during the Year of the Cabbage Patch Kids. I"ll have you know she pulled the ones for me and my sisters directly off the truck they came in.
*I* could be that person. *I* could be chasing trucks for Luthor Castle, complete with a Blind Lionel and a dizzying array of random manservants.
And on a far more practical note, this could help with fic writing enormously. I mean, fic theatre! With action figures!
I'm going to go relax now. As you might be able to tell, this is my first dose of caffeine for the night. Oh, and panic over the hotel some more.