the girly who shall end all girls

the_monkey_king was the first person at WW i saw who had added their LJ to their badge. i joined in, because, what the hell?

which led to people i'd never met before saying, "was the sushi good?"

concert, good. stopping by WW after, good. collapsing at home with C at the end of it all, brilliant.

in other news, here's a handy chart of how to fast forward to the good parts in The Phantom Menace.

today is the kind of fall day that generates its own joy; a mix of crisp blue skies and grey clouds, sunshine coupled with a nip in the air, and enough breeze to ripple the ivy outside the window. this is typically something that would generate enthusiasm and random affection and such.

i'm not drinking the flavour-aid.

it's been a busy weekend, with a dinner out and a party and Foolscap. i've met some delightful people who actually may read more than i do. i've broken bread with George R.R. Martin. i've talked about Niven's projection of the social response to teleportation technology accurately applying to how we use the internet - and had a group of people know whatinhell i was talking about and agree. i had some great conversations and invites to people's homes, renewed an old acquaintance from chorus, sold an elder fen Sabriel for her grandson, found someone else who hated the Mormon demagoguery in the new Card books, talked about elements of horror in Hogfather, talked to a working sculptor about materials and construction, a budding fashion designer about technique and fabric sources, and generally geeked the fuck out for a couple days.

perhaps my favorite moments were the car ride from the hotel to scarletbronte's house with her and mimerki and the subsequent chatting over tea in the kitchen before the masses arrived.

less favorite...getting drenched by a passing car on the way home from dinner Friday. C almost pulled my oblivious ass back from the curb in time, but not quite. (but hey, my haori is fine. thank gods Seattle is such a clean city.) at least it was only a couple blocks from home. i never did make it into the hot tub either. at this rate, i feel like i will never actually set foot in a hot tub in western Washington. although we were in the same place at the same time more than once, i utterly failed at engaging the2rioter in conversation. today my con badge drifted through the yogurt sauce on my plate and covered my entire abdomen in white goo. i'm not entirely against that, just the clothes and in the middle of eating. so after washing up i had a wet, clammy tummy for the rest of the meal.

perhaps a nap is the answer.