And I forgive you if you find that you cannot swim

[sovay]

I will not attempt a coherent summary of today, either, because I have been awake for far too much of it, but it was quite good. There were people I didn't know at my reading, and I even think some of them were in the right room; I wound up moderating two of my panels extempore (and in the process being asked to sing the "Lyke-Wake Dirge") and they were not trainwrecks; nor were the two I didn't moderate, though enthusing about Bride of Frankenstein for an hour was particularly fun; I was scheduled more or less solidly until five o'clock, but in my one hour off I managed to run into two friends from college (one being captainbutler; the other is now a lawyer, juggler, firespinner, and reader of Tarot cards, which sounds like some kind of professional trickster figure to me), a commedia artist, a bookseller I now owe CDs to, and some of the Post-Meridian Radio Players (whose show had better turn up on YouTube, thank you, programming). There was also dinner, which was an epic event: it involved me, nineweaving, Eric, Daniel, Deborah Mills, sheets of rain, a car that was not parked where we thought it was, Mary Chung's, and a whole fish in spicy bean sauce, like unto Leviathan at the end of time. Fortunately, all I have to do tomorrow is print out some lyrics, burn some CDs, and decide whether anyone other than me is likely to want to hear the "Anchor Song." I can think of worse dilemmas.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

The friend who is now a lawyer, juggler, firespinner, and reader of Tarot cards ought to go around to schools and speak to high school juniors. His/her existence ought to cheer them up considerably about the future and their options.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

It all sounds wonderful: though I admit this is from the point of view of an imagined me, enjoying all your hard work, rather than an actual you, doing it!

And did you sing the Lyke Wake dirge?

[schreibergasse.livejournal.com]

Yay Lyke-Wake Dirge!* Yay whole fish in spicy bean sauce! Get some sleep!

*Which is a *really* weird thing to say, now that I think about it.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

And I got to see/hear/taste whole provinces of all this glory!

"Anchor Song" or I shoot this drawing.

Nine

[cucumberseed.livejournal.com]

Seriously. I would have loved to hear from someone like that. I did get a chance to talk to someone who was a poet/insurance agent, and, weirdly, that kind of did help me with writing poetry at work. Okay, maybe that is not so weird.

[teenybuffalo.livejournal.com]

Insofar as it admits of an explanation at all (other than "They're mad scientists"), why do you think they have a doomsday switch in the wall at Pretorius Labs?

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Excellent! It sounds lovely, and I'm delighted for the lack of trainwrecks.

I hope you've had some good sleep now.

[sovay]

"Anchor Song" or I shoot this drawing.

You heard it.

[sovay]

It all sounds wonderful: though I admit this is from the point of view of an imagined me, enjoying all your hard work, rather than an actual you, doing it!

It was worth doing. And now I don't plan to move for the next few days.

And did you sing the Lyke Wake dirge?

I did, although only the first three verses, to give the audience a pattern for it. I didn't want to take up everyone else's time.

[sovay]

Insofar as it admits of an explanation at all (other than "They're mad scientists"), why do you think they have a doomsday switch in the wall at Pretorius Labs?

Because what self-respecting mad scientist doesn't?

(I will have to study the layout of the laboratory; I think I always assumed the lever had something to do with the lightning-conducting apparatus, which of necessity would blow fuses and start fires if pulled when the mechanisms weren't set up properly. But that's my brain.)

[sovay]

I hope you've had some good sleep now.

Nah; I woke up this morning and had to shovel. But I will by tomorrow.

[sovay]

His/her existence ought to cheer them up considerably about the future and their options.

I'll suggest that to him . . .

[sovay]

I did get a chance to talk to someone who was a poet/insurance agent, and, weirdly, that kind of did help me with writing poetry at work.

Are they a good poet?

[sovay]

Get some sleep!

Working on it!

Which is a *really* weird thing to say, now that I think about it.

Nah. Routes through the underworld are a great improvement on wandering blindly through the dark.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Nah; I woke up this morning and had to shovel. But I will by tomorrow.

Ah, that's too bad. Sounds as if you must have had worse weather than we did--we got only a thin layer of icy stuff that melted away this morning, and it's still a bit above freezing.

I hope you indeed get your sleep by tomorrow.

[ron-drummond.livejournal.com]

In the lead-up to this convention (which I'd never heard of before), seeing your notes about it and nineweaving's too, I found myself wishing very much that I could go, even though I knew I couldn't. Now I'm wishing I can go next year.

[sovay]

I found myself wishing very much that I could go, even though I knew I couldn't. Now I'm wishing I can go next year.

My previous two years at Arisia, the con was a great deal of fun, but not jawdropping. This year was really, surprisingly good.

[ckd]

I'm glad I saw you, though it was so briefly. (As if these sorts of things are ever long enough.) I'm glad you had a wonderful convention; I did as well, in my own way.

[sovay]

I'm glad I saw you, though it was so briefly.

You, too. Eventually I will attend a con where I get to talk seriously with everyone I mean to, and the universe will end.

I'm glad you had a wonderful convention; I did as well, in my own way.

I'm really glad.

[teenybuffalo.livejournal.com]

Because what self-respecting mad scientist doesn't?

True, that.

Hm, maybe it's the lever that cranks the lab shelving up and down, and Dr. Pretorius keeps his acids next to his bases.