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tanaiseI am intentionally not using the wiscon tag because my wiscon posts aren't about anyone else's wiscon, so why make strangers read my ramblings about my stuff?
Let's see. Who did I meet this time? I met Isaiah, Barth's baby, and he's huge! He's very nearly a little boy. He was also pretty conned out, and who can blame him? Frankly, I had at least one point at the con where I would have shouted "All Done!" and "Home!" if I'd thought it would do me any good.
I met Doug Lain. I had people recognize me who I wanted very much to talk to and people recognize me who I didn't know at all. I tormented David Shwartz, but he gives as well as he gets, and thus I was tormented a lot as well. I don't seem to have done anything violently stupid all weekend, though I've really got to watch that whole 'thinking before I talk' thing, since it slips a little when I'm tired. I read Dating is Murder today, and also a paranormal Romance. I read The Distance Between Us yesterday, and told Kelly that Maggie O'Farrell is the bomb. There was a line in the book--I have to go find it, it was so perfect. “But her hands are still wet from the oars, and the ink dissolves and blurs, printing her fingers with lost meaning.” There was another place where it was a little too fussy and not quite as perfect, but this one was so perfect. And now the book is all gone and I have to wait for ever for the next one. There was mention that kids write more thank you/strickly praise notes to authors, and clearly this is something I should remedy. “Dear Maggie O’Farrell. This was the best book I read, ever.” (I hear those words in Justine’s voice--I hear everyone’s journals in my head now, and this will last for a few days until I can’t be bothered anymore.)
I had some sort of illness I think the whole time i was there, or at least I never felt 100% usually. I had an upset stomach from my period or drinking the night before or something not right in my food and headaches from MSG and dehydration (from traveling, not from the drinking) and from allergies. I had a sore throat when I woke up this morning. My lungs aren't happy, and I'm thinking, even though it's one, that I could take a bath and let warm water make me less unhappy. Warm water does a lot of lovely things to counteract sickness. Hannah's got a friend who asks, of eating, bathing, and sleeping if you had to give up one thing, with no adverse effects, which would you pick? I can't decide. Maybe I could do joint custody? I could never have picked a parent when I was younger either--can you imagine how mean I would have to be to say "I don't love you anymore, I'm leaving you," even if it was just implied, not actual? And I couldnt' give up food, though there are weeks I would like to not have to eat, and I couldn't give up sleep, though there are weeks that I would get so much more done, even if by done I just mean books read, and I couldn't give up baths, though daily showers get boring sometimes.
I think I will take a quick bath afterall.
Let's see. Who did I meet this time? I met Isaiah, Barth's baby, and he's huge! He's very nearly a little boy. He was also pretty conned out, and who can blame him? Frankly, I had at least one point at the con where I would have shouted "All Done!" and "Home!" if I'd thought it would do me any good.
I met Doug Lain. I had people recognize me who I wanted very much to talk to and people recognize me who I didn't know at all. I tormented David Shwartz, but he gives as well as he gets, and thus I was tormented a lot as well. I don't seem to have done anything violently stupid all weekend, though I've really got to watch that whole 'thinking before I talk' thing, since it slips a little when I'm tired. I read Dating is Murder today, and also a paranormal Romance. I read The Distance Between Us yesterday, and told Kelly that Maggie O'Farrell is the bomb. There was a line in the book--I have to go find it, it was so perfect. “But her hands are still wet from the oars, and the ink dissolves and blurs, printing her fingers with lost meaning.” There was another place where it was a little too fussy and not quite as perfect, but this one was so perfect. And now the book is all gone and I have to wait for ever for the next one. There was mention that kids write more thank you/strickly praise notes to authors, and clearly this is something I should remedy. “Dear Maggie O’Farrell. This was the best book I read, ever.” (I hear those words in Justine’s voice--I hear everyone’s journals in my head now, and this will last for a few days until I can’t be bothered anymore.)
I had some sort of illness I think the whole time i was there, or at least I never felt 100% usually. I had an upset stomach from my period or drinking the night before or something not right in my food and headaches from MSG and dehydration (from traveling, not from the drinking) and from allergies. I had a sore throat when I woke up this morning. My lungs aren't happy, and I'm thinking, even though it's one, that I could take a bath and let warm water make me less unhappy. Warm water does a lot of lovely things to counteract sickness. Hannah's got a friend who asks, of eating, bathing, and sleeping if you had to give up one thing, with no adverse effects, which would you pick? I can't decide. Maybe I could do joint custody? I could never have picked a parent when I was younger either--can you imagine how mean I would have to be to say "I don't love you anymore, I'm leaving you," even if it was just implied, not actual? And I couldnt' give up food, though there are weeks I would like to not have to eat, and I couldn't give up sleep, though there are weeks that I would get so much more done, even if by done I just mean books read, and I couldn't give up baths, though daily showers get boring sometimes.
I think I will take a quick bath afterall.
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Date: 2005-05-31 07:09 am (UTC)Back in the day when stagehands working rock-and-roll concerts got special-issue T-shirts at the end of the load-out (enough hyphens for you?) there was a shirt that I saw on several people for months after the Los Angeles appearance of a reunion tour of The Who for the rock opera Tommy. Or maybe it was for a stage production or something. I forget...
The shirt featured the logo for the tour on the pocket area, and a quote (from Tommy himself) on the front and back. The front said "I'm done now..." and the back said "I'd like to go home."
Damn, but I've always wanted one of those shirts. Didn't work that show, though... So appropriate for those long, late-night load-outs!
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Date: 2005-05-31 07:58 pm (UTC)