1. I slept nine hours last night. I'd slept an hour the night before. I dreamed I was at a convention where I kept being invited for academic reasons onto panels where I had nothing to contribute (I read Latin, so I was expected to explain the Crusades before the other panelists discussed the work of a nineteenth-century writer with a medievalist background) and walked out of lunch with strangers because one of them kept making offhandedly anti-Semitic comments ("Well, there's the money, but they're all right . . ."). I have no idea where any of that came from.
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ratatosk's birthday party, for which I provided two cakes: a cheesecake and a brick of chocolate. The latter was the standard variation on chocolate decadence, recipe half-doubled to accomodate more than fifteen people; it is dense and dark and exactly what it sounds like. I watched people discover they couldn't actually eat it by the slab. The former was just a small, solid cheesecake with lemon zest and oil in the filling and a chocolate chip cookie crust, but Tracy had made a specific request for cakes of colors not naturally occurring in pastry, so rushthatspeaks and I bought neon-grade food coloring from Shaw's on Friday night and on Saturday evening turned the cheesecake into ( this. ) I feel I should say at this point that I had nothing to do with providing the dry ice that people were putting in their drinks, nor did I organize (or play, for that matter) Pin the Shadow on the Groundhog, but I approved of being at a party with both of these things happening. And then I came home and fell over.
3. I still need to write up the movies Rush and I watched the night before that. DooWee & Rice now makes lime habanero chicken bao. They are better than the wings. Also basically a legal high.
4. My poem "Delenda" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It's the poem I wrote a few nights ago. It is about loss and gods and exile; the title is as in Carthago est.
5. Readercon has a safety update.
2. I'd spent the previous evening at
ratatosk's birthday party, for which I provided two cakes: a cheesecake and a brick of chocolate. The latter was the standard variation on chocolate decadence, recipe half-doubled to accomodate more than fifteen people; it is dense and dark and exactly what it sounds like. I watched people discover they couldn't actually eat it by the slab. The former was just a small, solid cheesecake with lemon zest and oil in the filling and a chocolate chip cookie crust, but Tracy had made a specific request for cakes of colors not naturally occurring in pastry, so rushthatspeaks and I bought neon-grade food coloring from Shaw's on Friday night and on Saturday evening turned the cheesecake into ( this. ) I feel I should say at this point that I had nothing to do with providing the dry ice that people were putting in their drinks, nor did I organize (or play, for that matter) Pin the Shadow on the Groundhog, but I approved of being at a party with both of these things happening. And then I came home and fell over.3. I still need to write up the movies Rush and I watched the night before that. DooWee & Rice now makes lime habanero chicken bao. They are better than the wings. Also basically a legal high.
4. My poem "Delenda" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It's the poem I wrote a few nights ago. It is about loss and gods and exile; the title is as in Carthago est.
5. Readercon has a safety update.
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