Ah, that lovely hit of adrenaline during VVC registration is always welcome while I frantically forget my real name, address, and sometimes, how to read.
Completed at 11:01 PM. I can't be the only one that counts by the second, can I?
ETA: Cap was reached in four freaking minutes. This can only be beat by next year teh entire process is directly done by telepathy.
Oh boy. Honey, I got rather strategically drunk about an hour ago. So when I saw the post appear on my flist, I leisurely went to their form and filled it out with careful attention paid to spelling and grammer (which isn't much, you know, in a form), and wondered casually "gosh, *where* do I live again?" and hit submit. So, you know.
dorky Shine is a dork...
Hot toddy! boiling water, brandy, honey. Seriously. It will *remake your world.* And then call me, and I'll giggle at you in person, because whee! Vanilla vodka is lovely.
You mean, your surname *isn't* "Shine's comment-fic pimp"? Because I just assumed it was.
:-D
Well, I'm sure they'll understand. I volunteer to write them all a comment-fic to explain the utter appropriateness of the title to them.
And then I can freak out about roommates and travel costs.
And I had a horrible second where I couldn't remember my name.
Like, yes, I have two names. Or 5 if you add the first/middle/last parts up.
But it's a slash con. Should not be hard to remember that I am Nora Bombay.
Which reminds me... Nora Bombay needs a middle name.
Nora Vodka Bombay might work.
or Nora Dachsund Bombay
or something.
... my first name is only four letters long, by the way.
Except, of course, for the fact that ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY PEOPLE managed to fill out the form between 12:00am and 12:04am, which just plain impressive.