Long Way Back Home...

In my attempt to make this weekend last just as long as humanly possible, I'm now just getting back from Dallas, and TBRU. Work calls tomorrow, so the recap will have to wait, besides, from what I've heard, much of my work has already been done by about half of my friends list, since there were so many LJ'ers around!

I wish I had more time to spend with these folks, they are so great - but I had to make connections as time and activities permitted. I hope no one felt slighted. Next TRBU needs to last at least a week, if it's going to be like this.

So, several posts (and a few pictures) to come about the event, but since the last hour was spent with me careening across freeway lanes and slapping myself silly in order to keep myself awake, it's certainly time to bed down. (Special thanks to Randy for keeping me awake for part of the drive - via the phone line.)

Of course I could have a glass of wine from this bottle of Merlot I was stuck with given- if I had a corkscrew...

The Icon Speaks

Now that the entire city of Dallas, and all of her visitors have worshipped at my feet, it's time to set a few things right:

1. All asian restaurants need to be closed, now, permanently. Yes, Pho, Sushi, seschuan (spelling isn't important, because they are closed) Dog, whatever, all closed, Forever.

The Icon has decreed it.

2. All hot Bears will now move to Houston, to create a beartopia. Stop bitching about the heat and humidity, there's air-conditioning, sweetie. All Bear, all the time in this city.

Everyone pack up, it's time to move. The Icon has decreed it.

3. The Icon gets his pick. You're all going to be in my city anyway. I'll get around to most of you. Most.

Again, Icon. Decreed.

4. All Major League Baseball players now play for me. Their salaries are reduced to regular, working class levels, and I get all of the benefits. I also get shower cam rights.

TIHDI.

5. My apartment needs help. The Icon can't live this way. A high-rise penthouse and lake house will be made available, IMMEDIATELY.

The Icon has Decreed It.

6. All of my favorite cancelled television shows will now be put back into production, and when appropriate, the roles will be played by hot, hairy bears, who like Captain Kirk in the original Star Trek, will lose their shirts as much as possible. Personally I'm looking forward to the return of the Six Million Dollar Man, and the all nude MST3K, hosted by Mike J. Nelson.

Yep, you guessed it.

7. Dance. I command you to.

The Icon commanded you...do it.

8. Those parking spots are mine. Screw pregnant women. Oh, that already happened, didn't it.

Still, prime, A-List parking for the Icon. It is decreed.

9. You will all wait on proper recaps of the weekend with baited breath. There isn't time now, but the New Bear Icon and his new friend John (who will promptly move to Houston with all others) is pictures, as he should be, on BearFilms.com (see the right column, second row here).

The proper recap will be available this evening to everyone but Tom, because the Icon is feeling charitable.

10. Everyone will have a fantastic APRIL FOOLS DAY.

The Icon Decrees It.

Huzzah!