Or as I like to think of it, Octocon 5, since it’s only the fifth one we’ve been to. :) It was a lovely weekend with lovely people, which, I am glad to say, is the second year in a row I’ve felt Octocon has been a success. It was as low-key for me as a convention possibly can be, as I was very tired Saturday and actually sick with a head cold on Sunday (hi, I’m this year’s Patient Zero for Octoconcrud), but I do think a good time…
household thinks
today needs to be a day of doink thinks around the house, such as: – dishes – laundry (more than just diapers, but them too) – empty garbges – make bread – make soup (chicken noodle, and pretty yummy!) – make the bed – post on jumbletown (primadonna arTEEST insists) – write. heh. :p (962 words, not bad)
apparently…
…when I said “cannot work like this” I really meant “primadonna arTEEST does not WISH to work like this but in fact can get her groove on just fine if she sits her ass down and focuses,” as I wrote 900 words this morning on a short story, the end of which, I said smugly, is awesome. I am totally, totally loving this Sekrit Project. And you will too. :)
agh.
note to self: *must* do jumbletown postings tonight. cannot work like this. *stressbunny*
leprechauns!
The Fabulous Lorraine, Spanish Ana, Young Indiana and I went to the Leprechaun Museum today. (Jeez. I need a cooler name than I’ve got, to hang with that crowd.) There is an optical illusion tunnel through which one enters the museum. The tour guide lad said, “Tunnels are often used to connotate entrance to another world, such as in Alice in Wonderland, Coraline, and others!” Lorraine, Ana and I all stared at one another, and I said to Lorraine, “Do people *often* randomly reference works by your employer while you’re…