Did I say sixteen of me? I'm sorry, we're only one

[sovay]

Punch line: not only did it not rain on the potluck or even as I was making my way there, after an initial access of Tiny Wittgenstein I had a really nice time. My jaw is rather unhappy with me, and my body overall is reminding me that we cannot run all social interactions on cortisol forever, but I had some very nice conversations and pistachio-flour pastries. It was the kind of crowd where my high school slime mold science project counted as a party piece. I only had to bring half a lemon cake home with me.

I should also mention that I have joined the ensemble of the 29th First Annual Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony; I will be singing in the mini-opera Creatures of Habit. Please come hear me and various other talented people musically incarnate various bad habits in September. I am looking forward immensely.

I'm going to see what happens if I fall over on the couch now.

Comments

[gwynnega]

That's great you'll be singing at the Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony. (I loved the Ig Nobel dramatic readings at Readercon.)

[sovay]

That's great you'll be singing at the Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony.

I think the opera is going to be a blast. I'm also just looking forward to the ceremony itself—the last one I attended was in 2002, of which I remember primarily a pre-show concert by the Dresden Dolls (it was my introduction to them), an award concerning bubbles in a drawn pint of beer, and an introductory performance of "Also Sprach Zarathustra" on the theremin. I got a ride home tonight with the man who played the theremin.

(I loved the Ig Nobel dramatic readings at Readercon.)

The dramatic readings are stupidly fun. I hope they stay at Readercon.

[gwynnega]

Theremin makes everything better.

[sovay]

Theremin makes everything better.

I almost sort-of-inherited one and I still resent that I didn't.