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bear by san

December 2021



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i walk where the bottles break and the blacktop still comes back for more

I've been awake since four AM, because the house across the street is burning down. (ETA: the reporter and the refugees are on my front lawn in that live shot.)

Actually, at this point, I have to say, the house across the street was burning down, as the good offices of the West Hartford Fire Department have arrested this development in progress. (This is, yes, what I pay my taxes for.) And it doesn't appear, from the vantage of my front windows, that anyone was injured. However, it was pretty darn spectacular for a bit there, with flames through the third story and firefighters scrambling around chainsawing holes in the roof of a hundred-year-old three-family.

This is the house with the extremely annoying and loud deterrent system, which tends to announce BURGLARY! BURGLARY! BURGLARY! in stentorian tones every time a cat crosses the yard. Which is why I missed the first five minutes of fun, because I thought it was just the usual late-night loudness. But then I heard the sirens--we're just around the corner from the fire department--and realized I should probably get up and put my pants on and close the windows.

And comfort the cat, who does not like chainsaws.

And now I am trying to decide whether it would be more productive to go for a walk, go back to bed, or try to get some work done, since it appears the apocalypse has been averted for the time being. I think coffee, a hot shower, and work are winning, because while I am still sleepy I'm not actually all that tired, and the sun is coming up, and I think it would annoy the nice firefighters less if I didn't traipse through where they are trying to work today.

Also, there's that toe I'm supposed to be going easy on. And the cat says her feet are cold, and can I please sit down so she can put them on me?

As a reminder, if anybody in the Midwest wants to come see me, I will be at WisCon the weekend after this one coming up, and I will be the Guest of Honor at Duckon (Chicago) and Fourth Street Fantasy (Minneapolis) in the middle weeks of June. I am moved to mention this because Fourth Street has just moved their pre-reg deadline back to May 31. truepenny will be my date for both cons, so you can rely on the full magnificence of the Mole And Bear Show in all its questionable glory.

Fourth Street is looking suspiciously as though it will be an unofficial Shadow Unit convention, as the whole crew except stillsostrange will be there, and WisCon will have me, truepenny, and stillsostrange. (But no coffeeem or shetterly.)

Someday we will all be in the same place at the same time, and there may be a singularity.


I'm glad it wasn't your house burning! It's no fun escaping from a burning building in the middle of the night (yes, I've done it; I wasn't actually in any significant danger, the fire started in the apartment below the one I was in, and we all had plenty of time to get out safely, even the cat, but one of my friends did lose almost all of his stuff; also, it sparked the series of events that led to me moving to Seattle).
Also, I wish that I could go to a convention where all of you would be! I would bring goodies!
We would eat your goodies!

(I am glad it was not my house either. This neighborhood of mine does seem a bit disaster-prone, doesn't it?)
If things go according to plan (and they so often don't), there may be shippable, taste-testable goodies in a few weeks. You could eat those, if you like.

Well, don't get any on you! No disasters for Bear, please!
No stillsostrange at Fourth Street?

Finances and Tom Waits, I believe. :-(
You mean the universe still isn't showering my friends with riches?

Probably I just haven't kicked it in the right spot. It'll start up in a minute.


*kicks again*

*a lot*
Shadowcon (err...4th Street Fantasy) just got even more exciting, and I was already thrilled to go!
You need cookiez.

Cookies are not PLOM-compliant, alas!
I have submitted PLOM form 99-211 A1 Procedural Non-Compliance Standard Deviation Submission and Referedum for Promulgation of PLOM Modification for Cookiez.

Hurrah for the Mole and Bear Show! See you there!
at least your cat is afraid of reasonable things. Mine are afraid of chipmunks and vacuum cleaners (the kitten) and the dark (the elder kitty).

I am also glad it was not your house burning down.
Mine are afraid of ... the dark (the elder kitty).

oh dear! does she/he like night lights?

meanwhile, Bear, good heavens! your neighborhood does seem to be a trouble zone. I am glad the disaster was merely close by and not right at you.
We've rarely lived somewhere that gets truly dark at night (cities are nice like that), but, yes, if it's going to be true dark, he would much prefer we leave a light on - and when we go away overnight, I'm always sure to leave the closet light on for him.
I will be at Duckon! And it will be my first time on a panel, so I expect nervous mumbling or frenetic overcompensation. That's my plan!
It's not so bad. Just try not to be That Guy.

(That Guy is the one who prefaces every sentence with "In my book," or monopolizes the conversation, or rides his hobbyhorses into the dust, or builds bookhenge on the front of the table with his new releases....)
Little chance of that. But if it happens, poke me. In the eye.
There was a fire night before last in the apartment building across the street from us (like, right across the street -- I could throw a tennis ball from my balcony onto their fire escape). Not a hugely serious fire, and nobody was hurt... but the amusing thing is, the firefighters found *two* pot farms, on the sixth and seventh floors.

Before I saw the news story I wondered why the cops hung out for six hours after the fire was under control...

See you at Wiscon!
Best part of the article? Cops dissing the marijuana cultivator for having a black thumb.
Oh, I know. I love that whole tone of, "Thpt. We've seen better."
And! You can still pre-reg for Duckon online through tomorrow! (Well, not you-Bear; you get a badge as the GOH. You-the-hypothetical-reader-who-wants-to-see-Bear-at-Duckon could still register, though.)

Also: eep! to local house-fires! Glad it's out; gladder it wasn't you.
And we're supposed to believe this incident didn't involve research for a forthcoming shadowunit?

(implying you observed the firefighters, not that you set the fire - the cats would have tried to help)
So...were any of the firefighters the stereotypical 'hunky guy' fireman?
And comfort the cat, who does not like chainsaws.

I have that problem with the dog too, except he seems concerned that, whatever that thing is, he'd better stay close and keep an eye on it, presumably in case it starts hurting me or something. This also applies to tractors, lawnmowers, weed-whackers, tablesaws, pressure-washers, and anything else that's too noisy. ...which means that, if I'm using any of those things, I have to keep one eye on the dog, to make sure he's out of the way.

I haven't weed-whackered his tail off yet, but there have been a few close calls.
that brings me to "what would you rather find in front of your house, fire truck or ambulance?"


Fourth Street, here I come! Unless it's on the same weekend as my Mom's wedding...