So, I was going to do at least one more Great Conference Adventure but I ran out of time and energy at the conference. Sorry. I'll try to put something together for Monday. Meanwhile, here's something I was doing on Twitter last night after I finally made it home:
Zuul: "There is no Dana, only Zuul."
Therapist: "Now, Zuul, that's no way to talk about-"
Zuul: "THERE IS NO DANA ONLY ZUUL!"
Therapist: "That's not how possession works, and we both know it. On this plane, what happens to you if there is no Dana?"
Zuul: "There is no Zuul."
Therapist: "Much better. Now, Dana, do you want to chime in with anything here?"
Dana: "Why... is there... a horn-headed demon-dog demigod in my body?"
Therapist: "'Why' is always a difficult question, Dana. More importantly..."
Therapist: "How do you *feel* about having a horn-headed demon-dog demigod in your body?"
Zuul: "Silence! Soon I will find the Keymaster, and then I will remake this frail mortal flesh!"
Therapist: "Zuul, what did we discuss about waiting your turn?"
Zuul: "...I await."
Therapist: "Now, Dana? Your feelings about being possessed by a horn-headed demon-dog demigod?"
Dana: "It's... pretty kinky, actually. I think I could get into this." (Pause.) "Or get someone else into this. Deep into this."
Therapist: "Very good. Let's recognize those feelings."
Therapist: "And Zuul, how do you feel about manifesting inside this human woman?"
Dana: "Very deep into this. Over and over, deeper and-"
Therapist: "Not your turn, Dana. Zuul?"
Zuul: "This is my divine role. I am the Gatekeeper. I seek the Keymaster."
Zuul: "Once we are joined, we open the way for Gozer the Gozerian, Gozer the Destroyer, Gozer the Traveler. Our union is the end of civilizations."
Therapist: "So you both seem pretty okay with sharing this body."
Dana: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Zuul: "It will serve."
Therapist: "Dana, this isn't really the place for..."
Dana: "Yes! Yes!"
Therapist: "...Well, I suppose we can talk about that later. Zuul, how do you feel about ending civilizations?"
Therapist: "It's okay, Zuul. I'm not here to judge. I'm just here to help."
Therapist: "Tell me how you feel about ending civilizations."
Zuul: "Well, to be honest, pretty bloody awful, mate. I mean, have you looked around this place? New York is amazing! They have theater! And coffee! And orgasms!"
Zuul: "Would you want to destroy all that? I mean, what else does this obscure little half-slice of a minor plane have that I'm never even going to find out about because the boss is going to drown it in lava or something?"
Therapist: "That's a perfectly understandable way to feel, and I want you to know that those are perfectly valid reactions and I don't think any less of you for having them."
Zuul: "Just, um, don't tell the boss, okay?"
Therapist: "I doubt it would ever come up, but I agree."
Therapist: "So, it looks like the two of you could use a little alone time. Why don't you go rest now, and we'll talk again in a day or two."
Zuul: "Sure. Sounds good."
Therapist: "All right. I'll see you both later, then."
::Exeunt Dana and Zuul::
Therapist: "Martha, who's next on the schedule?"
Receptionist: "We have a Louis Tully next on your schedule, sir."
Therapist: "Oh, god. Okay, we'll deal with him after lunch. Take an hour, Martha."
Receptionist: "Thank you, sir."