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Fabien’s
Triumph –
Namely, “Her” prize at the
San Diego Mini-Con
Posted August 29, 2012
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Fabien: Eat yer hearts
out, ya buncha losers! I
WON!
Tancredi: I see she to
for-get zat she was not seulement een
our lee-tle cos-tume play –
Heart of
Gold: Uh-huh…and
are you going to be the one to tell HER?
The San Diego mini-con’s theme was “The Wild Wicked
West”, and here is the entry in situ
at the con (Nov. 3, 2012), so you’ll know what Fabien is going on about, and
can judge for yourself, in the safety of your own home!
Tabitha: Hold on just a #@$% minute, you @#$% crazy-eyed
freak; you’re not the only one to win a prize at a con! I’ve won TWO!
My sculptor, Enku-san,
gave me this at the 2007 LA Dolpa –
And Ms. Beamlette’s BF
Carl won at the 2009 Gogadoll in San Francisco for
this photo of ME!
Tabitha: So don’t go makin’ a big-a**
deal until you win another prize or two – though I won’t be holdin’
my breath, ‘cause I doubt you’ll be that lucky again!
Fabien: Huh –
Fabien: That depends, on if I let you LIVE long
enough to see my next win, you little snit!
Tabitha: I’m not scared of YOU – bring it ON,
freaky #@$%!
Me: Time out, time OUT, girls!
Tabitha: But Ms. Beamlette,
you heard her –
Fabien: Yeah, you heard HER – even I don’t use
that many expletives –
Me: It has nothing – well, almost nothing –
to do with expletives. I want you two to settle down, cool your jets. I’m proud
that you’ve both won prizes at BJD events, because both of you are special to
me, but I’m not interested in putting all the pieces back together after a
dust-up. Understand?
Fabien: Meh, alright then, I’ll let the little
potty-mouth off the hook. Besides, it wouldn’t be much of a fight, anyway –
Tabitha: Whatever! We’ll just let her think what
she wants to, huh, Ms. Beamlette? *snort*
Me: Sure, sure, sweetie, whatever you say
**rolls eyes**…
Tancredi: Zo, ze blood-shed eet ‘as been aver-ted, eh, Coeur d’Or?
Heart of
Gold: Seems so…
– though my money would’ve been on the little pony girl; she’s
a scrapper! *whinny*
To mix some old sayings, the horse who
laughs last, laughs best *snerk*.
The next little ditty makes no bones about its protagonist –
Save the Bones for Henry Jones
