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The ads usually pop up as Christmas time approaches: give people the gift of experiences, not things. They suggest paid excursions, theatre tickets, sports event tickets, and so on, with an appeal against consuming natural resources. As a person with a house continually crammed full of stuff that I love but don’t really have room for, I understand the sentiment.

But I’m not terribly good at following it.

While I was browsing the dealer’s den at RustyCon (a small local sci fi convention), one of the boths was filled with zillions “Rare! Hard to Find!” soundtrack albums on CD and movies on DVD. I have a weakness for soundtrack albums...

(The rest of the post is at FontFolly.Net.)
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I spent most of my second day at NorWesCon in my hotel room, writing. Sky was also here doing some drawing, and even did a livestream of some vectoring of one of his sketches.

How I wound up spending the day in the room instead out out in the con begins with parts of the first evening I didn’t cover.

(The rest of the post can be found at FontFolly.Net.
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We got the car packed earlier than usual and were on the road to the convention before noon. We also lucked out at checkin, even though we are early, a room very close to all the events was ready. And then we found a perfect parking spot very close to the hotel.

I should have known something big was going to go wrong...


Read the rest of my post at FontFolly.net
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The latter half of the day felt frantic.

Frantic is a feeling, so I guess what I mean is it was frantic?

I slept in, because, hey! vacation. Besides the convention events didn't begin until 5pm, so what was the point of hurrying, right?

Except we hadn't gotten any packing done, and we were both moving a bit more leisurely than we ought to have been. So we left that house about an hour later than we meant to. We got through the local errands quickly (bank, post office, grocery store, gas) and hit the road.

Made decent time. Just as we were pulling off the freeway, Michael says, "I think we forgot to pack the hand truck."

Oops. Since there are seven or so plastic file bin-type boxes full of books we have to haul up to the dealer's den from where ever we park, that isn't an insignificant omission.

I also forgot any sketch pads, my bag of holding (which is much easier to maneuver around most con spaces than a backpack), and something else which I am now completely blanking on.

The lady at the front desk gave us directions to the elevator... which we have never found. Fortunately it's only one flight of stairs, but still, where the heck are those elevators?

We got the luggage and cooler into the room and quickly set some things up. We had a bit more than an hour before the dealer's den was supposed to open. And I got thinking: I kind of know this area, because way back before Ray died, his mother lived very near here. So I knew where a big automotive store that also was like half-hardware store was, and it occurred to me I could go find a small handtruck there.

But Michael was having trouble getting the computers to hook up to the hotel internet, and he wanted to go with me. I hung out for a while, but he didn't seem to be making progress, and time was running out.

Also, our car was still sitting in the 15-minute registration only lot. It had been way more than 15 minutes.

So I zoomed off. Good news: I found the store. Bad news: it had been replaced with a chain auto store. It definitely was the same building, but all it had was car stuff. All the hardware inventory was gone. I found four other stores that might have had something like what we wanted, but no luck.

So I headed back to the hotel.

I was nearly there when my phone started ringing. At a stop light, I pulled it out and saw that it was Chuck. I let it go to voice mail, not just because cell phoning while driving is illegal, but because I'm enough of a klutz that it's just a very bad idea. :P

It had barely gone to voice mail when the phone rang again. It was Sky. I let him go to voice mail.

I pulled into the parking garage and found an empty space. I got out of the car and was flipping open my phone, wondering who I should call first, when Sky pulled up next to me in his car.

I called Chuck while we went looking for the Dealer's Den. Chuck was stuck in the regular registration line, where the computers had gone down and nothing was moving.

We picked up our dealer badges, found our table, and began moving stuff in from the cars. (Somewhere in there we ran to the room to drop off Sky's luggage and get Michael, who I couldn't reach by phone because of cell signal weirdness.

Chuck was stuck in the reg line for a long time. I slowly set up the table. When we had been packing the car, I'd had a momentary panic when I wasn't sure we'd packed any copies of issue #48, the latest issue (even though I was trying to bring all the inventory). While setting up the table, discovered that we don't have any copies of issue #47 with us. Had vague recollection of shipping a copy out to a subscriber who renewed late and thinking we needed to order more. Oops.

I had a 7pm panel. Turned out I was the moderator. I'm not a good moderator at panels. I'm just not. But I think the panel mostly went well, anyway.

We sold the very last copy of issue #1 that will ever exist. The guy who bought it was also looking at the Omnibus, but decided on issue #1 because #1 is one of the few from the early years that he's missing. "Need to have a complete set," he said.

Had more people show interest in the Faust Shot First t-shirts. Lots of people commented that they didn't want to buy stuff this early in the con for various reasons. About half the dealer tables were empty, so it's not a bad idea to wait.

Had a very pleasant surprise. Sky's table is next to ours, as we requested, so we can all watch each other's stuff, et cetera. The table on the other side listed some business I'd never heard of. Turns out it's a friend of Jackie Duram-Nilsson, who couldn't attend the entire con, and didn't want to try to run her table by herself. So Jackie showed up and set up some things tonight, and will be our table neighbor for the rest of the convention.

Had a few interesting conversations, as always.

We're handing out badge ribbons. One is the maroon and gold one we handed out at NorWesCon. Just has the Tai-Pan logo, the name of the project, and the web address. The new one is a black ribbon with silver ink. Also has the Tai-Pan logo, but says "Faust shot first!" and then has the web address.

Had to explain to a log of people how badge ribbons work. Not every one. One person was pleased when I said, "I love collecting ribbons at general sci fi cons, and decided to try to introduce the tradition here."

After closing down the tables when the den finally closed at 9pm (thank the great spaghetti monster the closing time is much earlier the rest of the con!), Sky, Michael, and I walked up hill to the Marriott (the hotel where the con was last year) for dinner. The nice restaurant was closed, but the full menu was available in the bar.

And the place wasn't overrun with rowdy fans, since the Marriott is neither the con hotel nor the overflow hotel.

As I recalled, they make an excellent Manhattan. And another. I also wound up drinking half of Sky's because he decided it was too much alcohol to drink this late.

I had forgotten they also have real martinis. I think we're going to have to go back for another dinner there.

I meant to get some writing done tonight while Sky was drawing commissions. I don't think this should count. Though I did noodle a bit on a plot that's been stymied for a while.

I'm the only person awake in the room.

I should remedy that.
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As of today, we have tied for 3rd place in longest consecutive stretch of rainy days -- rainy being days with measurable precipitation (some cities count a day with only trace amounts as part of their streaks). This is the 24th day in a row, tying us with the the streak from Nov. 10, 1953 to Dec. 3, 1953. In those 24 days we've accumulated 11.35" -- not quite a third of our normal annual rainfall.

We have another streak going: 25 consecutive days with warmer than normal temperatures.

We're still a long ways from breaking the record of 33 days (also, coincidently set in 1953, but in the previous winter): Jan. 6, 1953-Feb. 7, 1953.

Of course all this is nothing compared to what Ketchican, Alaska experienced in the winter of '52-53 (which over lapped our own 33 day record setter): 101 consecutive days of measurable precipitation.

There has apparently been some talk about a supposed 90-day streak in the winter of 98-99. It wasn't a streak, there were never any streaks of more the 21 days of consecutive rain that winter. What did happen is that there were 90 days of measureably rain out of the 120 days of our usually wettest months: November, December, January, and February. I haven't been able to figure out how this compares to the winter Lewis and Clark were in the Northwest, where they recorded more the 100 days of rain -- but again it wasn't consecutive, and those 100+ days were scattered out from mid-fall to mid-spring--so it may not have been as wet as the '98-99 winter. Not to mention that they were at Ft. Clatsop, down near Astoria, Oregon, which gets more rain than we do in Seattle.

The mudslides closing off railway tracks, highways, and invading some homes are worrisome. And we've got flood warnings all over the place. So I understand about the grumbling, but I will point out that it has been sunny outside with more than half the sky blue since at least 10am this morning--so the people who are whining that there has been absolutely no sun at all are exaggerating more than a little bit.

I know that not everyone is lucky enough to have a job where they can say, "I'm taking my break outside right now 'cuz there's sun out there." So I understand that this break isn't going to be very helpful to them. But there was some sun midday on Saturday, and I know there have been a few other periods like that in the last 24 days.

And sunbreaks may be all we get for more than a while. Because the forecast is all rain, rain, and more rain for the foreseeable future.

And I will close this with a quote snagged from one of the local weather sites. A reader who signed her name Kristine Williams wrote:

"I would suggest a stretch like this be referred to as 'The Clearances' -- a semi-annual event where in the Pacific 'Northwet' strives to separate the weak from the strong; the true Northwesterner from the wimpier import; those who see no problem in 6 months of grey, where the water and the sky are the same color, from those who made the mistake of visiting in the summer - fell in love with the beauty - and moved here believing our stories of rain and grey skies to be a myth, designed to ward off invaders.

"Never fear, the sky will clear. On July 5th."


Conventionally speaking…

I've noticed more and more folks on my friends list posting about their plans for the upcoming convention, Further Confusion. Specifically folks are either saying or asking how they can spot, meet up with, et cetera, other friends. So here's my answer to the currently oft-asked question: How do you spot me at FC?

On Saturday, leave the con, hop on a plane to Seattle, drive up to Shoreline, knock on [livejournal.com profile] kehf's front door, and come inside to join us for a typerific Round Robin afternoon, followed by our monthly fabulousness called Writer's Night. You can eat some fabulous food (because we always have great food), get some good conversation in, hear some fabulous stories, participate in critique of same, and probably get to look at some sketching.

That's how to spot me at FC this year. Next year may be a different story. We haven't been in a while, and it is nice to go to California in January.

At the moment, the only conventions that we are committed to attending are NorWesCon (with Lois McMaster Bujold as guest of honor!!!) and Midwest Furfest. There aren't any dates or location announced for Conifur, still, so I don't know yet whether we can attend.

I'm seriously looking at Emerald City Comic-Con and Foolscap -- both local to us. A couple of my friends are aggitating for us to do a big group trip to Comic-Con International, but since a bunch of us are already planning to go together to Midwest Furfest, I don't know if we can swing that.

It's more than just money and making time. I've been blessed with a job with excellent benefits, including an almost obscene amount of paid time off. The last several years Michael's been self-employed only, so he had a lot of flexibility in his schedule. Now he's working at a job that, wonderfully, fits his skills, temperament, and philosophy. It's for a small non-profit and he doesn't get paid time off. And since his work week is Tuesday-Saturday, our typical out-of-town convention trip means three or four days lost pay for him. Not to mention the inconvenience caused to them if he's taking time off all the time.

Which is a problem that most folks deal with. There's a reason that lots of fans only attend a day or parts of several days at many conventions.

So all joking and whining aside, I hope everyone going to FC has a completely fabulous time. Do something fun while you're there for me, and please come back and tell us about all the fun you had.
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Wow. I think this is the most fun I've ever had at a con.

And our sales weren't bad, at all. We've just left the closing ceremony. We need to go get some dinner. I had to restrain myself, at the end, from volunteering to be on staff next year. So if anyone hasn't figured out that this seems to be a really well-run con, that's your last clue.

Michael and I are really, really, really hoping we can afford to come back next year.
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We had a fire alarm. We had to stand outside in the cold. But they let his back into the building, now. I don't know what happened. I had a thud and fast running feet in the hallway as the alarm started. Yet, smoke was reported in another stairway nowhere near our part of the hotel.

Saturday at the con )
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I was murdered violently on stage during the opening ceremony. My one comfort is that Uncle Kage went before me. (BTW-the theme for this con is "Whodunnit?" so the murder was, at least, in theme).

Mark and I almost outnumbered the audience for the "What is the Tai-Pan, anyway?" panel. Then for the first fifteen minutes or so of my reading, I had an audience of one. More people wandered in. The audiences for the panels, though small, were at least attentive, enthusiastic, and interactive.

The dealer's den here is much more diverse than the den at Conifur or Further Confusion. Much more like a general sci fi con. Lots of furry artists, still, but lots more plushies, key chains, costuming things, and so forth.

The design company that has been doing Norwescon's embroidered con shirts the last few years did MFF's shirt. It's AWESOME. I think I may have to buy another tomorrow.

Met up with David Z this morning and had fun at breakfast. David may be another lost brother of the Tam Clan. He wants to come to Seattle one year to attend our barbecue or a Writer's Night. I truly fear for the stability of the univere if we get him, Jeff, and Michael in the same place. Michael and David were talking an awful lot about, um, well, it seemed to be about gaming. The words all sounded English, but I had no clue what they were discussing.

[livejournal.com profile] miko2, [livejournal.com profile] miertam and I walked over to the Cheesecake factory for dinner. The wait was an hour. Right next door at Ruby Tuesday's the wait was ten-fifteen minutes we ate there instead. I ordered a foofy drink. I didn't expect a "blue lagoon margarita" to arrive in a glass larger than my head. Oy.

I had to take a brief nap when we got back.

We went to a small party/reception in the con chair's room. I had some truly fabulous porter that had been brewed by [livejournal.com profile] aureth. I avoided the saki and the cider. Kage and 2 seemed to be getting plenty of mileage out of them for all of us. But this rather wonderful smelling german red wine was brought into the party later and I had to try it. It was really quite wonderful. I think I will sleep like a log tonight.

Having been at this wonderfully entertaining party and seeing the shenanigans, I am suddenly a bit nervous that Uncle Kage has our phone number.

Have enjoyed the con a lot. Not sure how intelligent I will be at my 10am panel tomorrow. Wish me luck!
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The con officially starts today. Having been here for something like 36 hours, and having met so many cool people, it feels like later. [livejournal.com profile] miko2 and [livejournal.com profile] miertam are both asleep right now. There are many mysterious thumps and thudding of doors happening in the hotel. It is the early morning(for con goers).

Adventures in shopping )

There are lots of people here (they expect more than 1000 attendees). I have a full schedule. Supposed to meet David Z. soon for breakfast before we set up the dealer's table. Then I'm s'posed to be at opening ceremony, followed by Meet the Guests, followed by "What is the Tai-Pan anyway?" panel, followed by my reading. Should be fun!

And don't forget to check out this week's Deer Me!
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We're in Chicago. I have walked on crunchy snow and scoffed at wind. Our room is really cool. The folks we've met so far are even cooler. They had a gift basket waiting for us in the room. And the gift basket included a mechanical pencil that uses 0.9mm lead. It's a Sterling™ pen and pencil set, pretty metal flake ice blue and silver, solid brass works inside. But I'm getting waaaay ahead of myself.

Getting out of Seattle )

Arriving in Chicago )

Oh, you really meant a limousine... )

Nice room! )

My body thinks it's eleven, but local time is 1am. I meant to do some actual fiction writing tonight, but this took longer than I anticipated. I could stay up and write, because we can sleep in as late as we want in the morning. But for the rest of the weekend we have things we're expected to do in the morning, so I should try to get to sleep here and attempt to get myself synched up with local time.

On the other hand, certain characters have been talking...
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First, a small address from my soapbox:

Quote of the Day: "All I'm saying is that people who complain about how outré furry conventions are have never attended a single science fiction convention." - [livejournal.com profile] duncandahusky

I will add to this that there exists a large group in the "tradition sci fi con community" who think furry cons are outré, freaky, kinky, et al -- yet these people don't even blink when, at a sci fi con a Klingon and a nearly-naked cat girl are making out (groping, et al) in the hall of the con hotel, nor do they look sideways at the entire track of bondage and S&M panels that even WorldCon has on it's programming now, nor the slave auction with guys and gals in full leather accoutrements that happens at almost every general sci fi con. And alstonitis1 is alive and well in every comic con and sci fi con art show I've ever been to, thank you very much.

I could rant on, but I shall stop and instead tell you about the fantabulous weekend!

Friday night shenanigans )

Saturday's full agenda )

Sunday we attend the tale of Sweeney Todd )

And that was the weekend! Still much to do tonight and tomorrow before we fly out Wednesday.

1. alstonitis: the tendency of fan artists to draw female characters with breasts larger than their own heads. Named after a particularly eggregious practicioner of the "style."

2. The service at our local Dennys has been lot better lately, so maybe the problem was just with that one shift or something.
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Our e-mail is working again. We got it working about an hour or so before we left for the convention (it required two calls to tech support to get all the kinks worked out). But as we were in the final "Ohmygawd!" stage of trying to pack the car and get going, we didn't really respond to any of the mail.

Arriving at the convention )

These tables are ours )

Is the con gonna start sometime? (aka Saturday) )

The one day I forgot the cashbox… )

[livejournal.com profile] kehf and [livejournal.com profile] dehd followed us home and helped with the unloading so I could hand off a piece of artwork. And that was it.

Today I have to:

  • Count the cashbox and run to the bank
  • Finish the laundry
  • Finish unpacking
  • Inventory the issues
  • If there's time, finish the layout of issue #40 (the last illustrations are in!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
  • Pick up some things for my lunches this week
  • Make dinner for Michael

Michael just left a bit ago. One of his customers had a computer meltdown while we were gone. Oh, well.

Tomorrow I go back to work.

Edit:

  • E-mail chapters of the fantasy novel to Sheryl, [livejournal.com profile] kehf, and [livejournal.com profile] bluesmancd
  • Finish NAF submission


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Just got back from Conifur. First time since 1998 that I have not been on staff. First time ever in the history of this con that we didn't have a Tai-Pan reading at the con. Spent most of the con behind our tables in the dealer's den. Helped a little bit with artshow set up. Helped a lot with art show teardown and load out. Sold some issues. Saw some folks. Played Give Me the Brain. Big gang of us went out to dinner at Chinooks, here near our place. The Huckleberry Sundae (made with Huckleberry Ice Cream, Huckleberry Sauce, and whole Huckleberries) was incredible.

Met Vanessa. Yay! Met Joseph. Yay! Saw Gerald, Watts, Chad, Brenda, Wolf, and many others that I only ever see at cons. Did not have enough of my friends there. Boo-hoo!

My e-mail is still downloading. Might do more of a con report later.
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You know that six item to do list I barely made any progress on Monday night? It had, by last night, grown to an eleven item list. As of this morning, when I stopped at the mailbox in front of the office and dropped off a bunch of mail, the number of items on that to do list is:

ZERO

Of course, there are plenty more action items which can be moved onto the current to do list, so it won't be zero when I get home tonight, but still, I got a lot done last night. And even got to see [livejournal.com profile] dehd, who needed to print two very clean copies of his thesis, and his laser printer has some gouges on the drum. Michael wound up printing it on his laser, since his is five months newer than mine (both our laser printers are less than a year old--and I think the Epson color inkjet is only about 18 months old? We bought a lot of printers last year!).

Our tickets to Chicago (for Midwest Furfest) are confirmed and squared away [737s both ways; meals both ways; yay!]. Completely by accident, the story I'm trying to finish for their con book happens to fit the theme (I don't remember if I had been told the theme before, maybe I had and that's why this plot kept saying "use me! use me!"), though the last time I tried to write a story that short, everyone at Writer's Night kept asking me to add more things to it. So, we'll see.

I've been banging my head against script most of the week. Also trying to design icons. Well, one icon. I, and everyone else, is happy with all my icons except one. I have a fall back that we're all okay with, but... I keep hoping to have a stroke of brilliance. I'm amazed, sometimes, at what I can manage to draw in a space of only 23 x 21 pixels. Other times, I'm not :P

I just thought of something to put on tonight's to do list.

Anyway, there's more stuff I should get to, so…

Edit: I just approved the printer's proof for issue #39. We'll probably receive the issues middle of next week. Woo and hoo!
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I had a very amusing morning, showing off my new help system to the poor engineer who has to make it work with the application. I was afraid it might be an unhappy meeting, because the calls have to be changed. But we were able to confirm that what I'd been told before was correct: we can probably do a fairly simple find & replace through the UI code to swap over to this much more functional system.

Of course, since it's sometimes hard to understand his thick finnish accent, and he may have just as much trouble understanding me, there may be some surprises later. :P

I'm glad I finally got the tool to reliably output my custom Javascript yesterday. Outputing simple code was easy. Getting the tool to generate a unique div id tag for each occurence in the 600 page book at a particular class of information, and correctly outputting said unique id in five different points within said script was the tough part.

Goofing off

I only worked on two things on my six item to-do list last night. I'm bad. So bad.

The new story idea is crystallizing. The scene I finished may not wind up in the final story, now that I know what the plot is. That often happens. I have to get through a few of the character's conversations before I figure out where a story is going.

Tonight I'll try to finish that to-do list. And I also need to send the announcement about Writer's Night to the announcement list, and reminders about the board meeting to the board list. My to-do list just got longer.

We had leftovers last night. Michael turned the leftover linguine and a few other things, plus a couple new chicken breasts, into an unbelievably yummy hot dish. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

And I had about three bowls of salad to balance out the rich creamy goodness somewhat.

Got a letter from [livejournal.com profile] kehf. Wow! It broke the vacation mail rule, it arrived before she returned. Of course, it was a letter and not a postcard, so it's possible the rule doesn't apply.

I see that AC reports are slowly starting to appear here and there on my friends list. Of course I seldom get my own con reports posted until at least a week after attending a con, so I can't exactly grouse.

I suppose I could write an imaginary report, since I didn't attend this year. Although, I notice that I never wrote the promised part 3 of last year's report (part 1, and part 2)

Maybe I should do that...
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First, a reminder that it's bulb season. If you want tulips, lilies, irises, or similar flowers in your yard next year, now is the time to start planting them.

That means that I might be digging up my irises again and separating/thinning them. Is there anyone local who wants some purple irises?

My lilies haven't been very healthy this last year. I don't remember if I dug them up and broke the corms apart last year. Maybe that's all the need. Or, maybe I should buy some new ones to get some genetic diversity in there. My tulips were only so-so, but I half expected that. I accidently left some tulip bulbs in storage for more than a year, then planted them last fall, knowing that many of them weren't likely to come up.

Maybe Michael and I will run out to Swanson's to get a better selection (and class) of tulip bulbs. Mmmmmmmmmmm. I only remembered to stir the compost once this summer. We'll see how much good stuff I have in the bottom of the bin, I guess.

Conifur was covered by the Tacoma News-Tribune. Since it was the News-Tribune we weren't expecting it to be sensational or lurid, and it isn't. It's a nice article. I think Shan already submitted it to Flayrah, so it should be popping up there soon.

I got a little bit of writing done last night. Mostly I watched episodes from Season two of Buffy -- loading up on my Spike and Xander for completely innocent reasons. Really.1.

I've been contemplating how I'd want to do a con report. I think I may try to write a real one for the Tai-Pan Contributor Newsletter so for my journal I'd rather hit on things I wouldn't want to put there. Maybe. I don't know.

But I want to give some kind of report, so today I'll talk about

The Dance )

The Radio Play )

More bits and pieces as time allows…

1. There is no reason at all why you should be anticipating a new website coming from me soon where I will shamelessly post fan fic. There is nothing to see here. These aren't the droids you're looking for. You can move along.
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My return to wellness continues. I didn't nap last night away, but since it was Tuesday, I watched my usual shows on DVD. Or sort of usual. Buffy's, "Tabula Rasa", Angel's "Quickening", Due South's second season finale, and Stargate's "Upgrades." Then I went to sleep about an hour and a half earlier than usual.

I hope I start having some more energy at night, soon, since I've got lots of things on various personal projects to finish. Keep your fingers crossed.

In other news, I know this is late, but…

Anthrocon report, part the second )
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I really liked [livejournal.com profile] haikujaguar's MetroCon 2004 report, and since we had some similar instances at our table:

My Anthrocon 2004 Report, part the first )
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I still have the head cold. I've almost dug through all the e-mail that was awaiting me in the office. Apparently no major disasters happened while I was away. I've got lots of edits to go through, but it looks like a little more time to do it.

I wanna do some kind of Anthrocon report, but I may not get to it this week.

Yesterday was my recovery day. I always try to have one day at the end of a vacation for unpacking, doing laundry, and generally getting back into the swing of being home.

I got up only a little bit later than I usually do on a weekday. I spent a leisurely first half of the morning making coffee, calling Mom to let her know we were home safe and to confirm plans for this weekend, when we'll drive down to Vancouver to visit her and my visiting sister & family.

[livejournal.com profile] miertam got up while I was on the phone with Mom. I asked if he wanted to walk up to Vera's for breakfast, and he said he needed a little more sleep and wasn't sure he was up to eating. So I went to the store, picked up some things I'll need for lunches this week, plus sausage, hashbrowns, and eggs.

I was about halfway through cooking breakfast, almost two hours after Michael had laid back down, when he got up and admitted that scrambled eggs sounded good. So we had a nice breakfast together -- around lunch time. ^_^

Then I counted up the cash, figured out the taxes we owe Pennsylvania, packaged up the back issue order for Second Ed, got the laundry sorted and started, and filled out the deposit slip. We drove up to the mail stop to check Tai-Pan mail, then swung by the bank to deposit the money from Anthrocon, and finally to the post office to mail the package.

I had a sudden urge for a Slurpee. Well, actually, I'd been craving something off and on for the day and couldn't figure out what it was. I haven't had a Slurpee in years and years. But there we were, with a Seven Eleven on the way home, so I stopped and got the pale blue flavor. I think what my body wanted was the ice... and maybe the sweet, too. It sure felt good going down.

Michael was feeling quite a bit better after being out and about. He decided to make the chicken soup I'd gotten the fixings for. I continued working on the laundry, stopped by the landlady's place to pick up our mail and such. Gave her the full report and thanked her.

I tried to work on a report, or to finish the new story I started at the con, and realized that I just wasn't ready to write. Mostly wrung out and a little off-kilter from the cold meds.

Since it was Tuesday, I stuck some DVDs in the machine and watched some of my usual stuff. Last night's Buffy was the Musical: "Once More, With Feeling." The Angel episode was "Offspring," and then the Due South was "Body Language." Heh. After watching those, I went back to the Buffy DVD to watch the behind the scenes featurette and check out the Sing-a-long versions of three of the songs from the musicals. Heh.

Given how I'm feeling, I'm going to try to get the most critical stuff done today and leave a bit early.
typographer: Me on a car in the middle of nowhere, eastern Colorado, age four (Default)
We're home. As Michael said, the only airport where everything went flawlessly was SeaTac. I will try to give a more coherent report later. I'm only awake at the moment because I'm waiting for some cold meds to kick in. Yes, I seem to have a cold.

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