neverwhere

I got my pictures from Collectormania back today, and was absolutely heartbroken to discover that they are all terrible. I'm not just saying that because I hate the way I look in pictures (although of course I do), I mean the quality of the film, the poses, the angles, the faces, everything -- just terrible. Sigh. I really wanted the picture of me and Corin Nemic to come out well, and while he looks gorgeous I look like I've just been mauled by wild dogs and left for dead. Hurrah. And both me and John Rhys Davies look totally drunk, which I suppose is amusing, but hardly the kind of thing I want framed. Even the pictures of Trinny and Kia are bad, with the notable exception of

trianne groping her pillow pretending it was Elijah. That one looks great. *grins*

Having said that, I do have two rather excellent pictures. Of Billy. :)
Billy with his arm around me, and Billy looking up at the camera with a sweetly puzzled expression. Which I suppose is all I really need to be happy. *giggles*

I also had the photos from the Alan Cumming signing developed at last, which I can't wait to show off. They're all of him being cheeky and giving this photographer a terrific view of his chest through his deep v-neck shirt. Yummmmm. Unfortunately they're all a bit far away, but I think I'm going to get them cropped and reprinted, with poster sized close ups to hang on my wall. *licks lips eagerly* ;-)

On a semi-related note -- I really wish I could stop being so possesive and jealous about everyone liking Nightcrawler now that the film has been released. Sometimes being a long time fan has it's downsides...*small sigh* (And why shouldn't everyone adore him? He's fucking brilliant! And a brilliant fuck. Badda boom! *cymbol crash* *lol* :)

Gahhhh, what am I doing online!? I haven't started packing! AT ALL! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! *runs around in circles flailing arms helplessly* Ohgodohgodohgodohgod...

I can't believe I leave in less than 40 hours. That doesn't seem like much at all, does it.