Time's just slipping down the old slipways
I resent coming down with a cold on the first night of Arisia. It is not cricket of the con crud to preempt the con. It could at least have had the decency to wait until the final morning, when it would have been equally inexplicable.
(My senses of smell and taste are intact within normal limits of congestion, the numbers on my pulse oximeter are mundane and I have shown no signs of fever. Just who wants even a normal cold these days?)
I hadn't quite realized until preparing for this virtual version of the con how much I am used to a live audience for panels and readings and while I will certainly have interaction with my panel-mates, it's not the same as being able to read an entire room.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch said sympathetically that it's the worst of broadcasting: all in real time and no retakes. At which point all I could hear was Alan Swann, aghast: "You mean it all goes into the camera lens and then just spills out into people's houses?"
At least there should be a low probability of gangsters.
(My senses of smell and taste are intact within normal limits of congestion, the numbers on my pulse oximeter are mundane and I have shown no signs of fever. Just who wants even a normal cold these days?)
I hadn't quite realized until preparing for this virtual version of the con how much I am used to a live audience for panels and readings and while I will certainly have interaction with my panel-mates, it's not the same as being able to read an entire room.
spatch said sympathetically that it's the worst of broadcasting: all in real time and no retakes. At which point all I could hear was Alan Swann, aghast: "You mean it all goes into the camera lens and then just spills out into people's houses?"At least there should be a low probability of gangsters.
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I’m so glad people here got that reference.
You know, my favorite scene in that whole movie was at the nightclub, where the lumpy prole couple were having their anniversary - and
Errol FlynnSwann showed what he could still do, despite the ravages of time and alcohol…A simple box step, nothing difficult for her - and he never took his eyes off her. She was the center of his whole attention, and he smiled a gentle, loving smile, looking straight into her eyes…
That woman floated back to her table with the memory of a lifetime: Alan Swann asked her for a dance, her! and it was just the two of them on the dance floor, and he looked into her eyes, and she was beautiful…
It was a good comedy film, but far better for that.