First I had the Adventures in Airline Tickets, which I will not go into except to say I’ll be making an early-season batch of fudge to send off to people who, while admittedly doing nothing more than their job, did it with grace and humour and helped me immesurably. Next I got safely into Fargo, where the con-runner (Tony) awaited me along with another of the guest’s handler (Holly). While we waited for my luggage, my friend E, whom I haven’t seen in nigh unto a decade and who was…
Tag: travel
many days at once
I had a rather good dream that had the bones of a MG/YA thing, in which there was a (difficult to access) window that led to another time period, and in which Amanda Palmer was the rather alarming Queen of Faerie. The sort you don’t mess with. I can’t, of course, remember any details, which makes me wonder once again if one could achieve dream recollection through hypnosis… We arrived safely in America, after the excitement of discovering, the night before we left, that my US passport had expired five…
Kitsnaps: Westminster in Snow
From our trip to London last month! We about froze to death on the bus tour (because we were FOOLS and rode on the TOP) but it was well worth it. Our guide, Barry, was so brilliant we were totally unwilling to hop off anywhere for fear of missing the rest of his lecture, and London in the snow was quite beautiful. This is one of my favorite pictures I took, looking back at Westminster. After we got off the bus we were all so numb from cold that we…
home again.
Home again. Totally wiped out. Have read HALTING STATE and OFF ARMAGEDDON REEF (Charles Stross and David Weber, respectively) and enjoyed them both a great deal. HALTING STATE sounds more like Charlie himself than any of his other books I’ve read, so that was particularly fun. Did not work at all on my revisions. Raise your hand if you’re surprised. Ate constantly throughout the weekend, except when I was talking. Fortunately I was scheduled to talk a fair bit, but I still ate a lot. A lot a lot a…
101 jillion things to do
I don’t like traveling. I don’t like the *preparations* for traveling, particularly. I like being places. I just don’t like everything it takes to get there. I always feel like I have 12,000 million billion things to do RIGHT NOW before I leave. I’ve gotten better about early organizing in the last couple of years (mostly to try and spare Ted, who takes the brunt of my ill humor if I’m insufficiently prepared), but it’s all a major PITA anyway. So today is the List Of A Hundred Jillion Things…