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Tell my wife I am trolling Atlantis, and I've still got my hands on the wheel.

annafdd on "What Slush Readers Don't Tell You."

mroctober on "Ten Things Authors Shouldn't Do At Conventions"

I got mugged by a short story today. It was the unholy love-child of listening to Billy Joel's "The Downeaster Alexa," Jethro Tull's "The Whaler's Dues," and Vienna Teng's "Harbor" over and over and over again. Yes, it is a sad story.

progress notes for 22 March 2005


New Words: 3500
Total Words: 3500
Pages: 14
Reason for stopping: done with the draft.
Mammalian Assistance: none
Stimulants: "cyclone" herbal tea
Exercise: going for a walk as soon as I post this--also, Gothercise last night.
Mail: Random House let me know yesterday afternoon that Hammered is number three on the Locus best seller list. Whoot!
Tyop du jour: n/a
Darling du jour: The tuna are everywhere, turning like steel wheels in the sunlight, iterations from hull to horizon.
Books in progress: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory; Neal Stephenson, Quicksilver
Interesting research tidbit of the day: Brant Point light
Other writing-related work: n/a


Now that's a story I desperately want to read, Billy Joel and Jethro Tull being my love muffins since way back.
drop me your email at bear at tuginternet dot com, and I'll send you the crappy draft *g*
Squeee! Have done so.
So am I. People at Readercon still talk about how I shaved my head at the 1999 show.
"at" the 1999 show. I have to ask.

Like, shave in public in the middle of the dealers' room? In the middle of a panel? Or at some late night debauched gathering mid-con of people prying you with shiny razors?
Well, I was a redhead at the time, and had been for five years. I kept threatening to cut it all off and see what my natural hair color was at that point, but nobody believed me, so I bought a full clipping kit and took it with me to the convention. I was sharing the room with Dave Truesdale of Tangent and Rick Wyatt of Ellison Webderland, so they both got to watch me clip off about four pounds of hair and dump it into the sink. (The problem wasn't with the head-shaving, but with a bad incident at the convention. At the time, Readercon banned the wearing of costumes at the con, and some psychotic bastard broke a 13-year record of perfect compliance by wandering around the convention dressed as Hunter S. Thompson on Saturday night. Can you believe that shit?)

Banned costumes. What was the reasoning behind that? (Not to pick it apart, but just curious.)

Hey, I know all about shaving da noggin. I just don't recommend doing it in October; I did only because it's the only way to get rid of dreads. (And I had to wear a hat all winter.) On the plus side, when your hair is only about a quarter of an inch long, everyone wants to rub your head. Man, I miss that sometimes.
Well, the idea was that since Readercon is a literary convention, the original con staff wanted to discourage cosplaying Cat Piss Men from making arses of themselves at each convention. At least, that's the idea: the Cat Piss Men took over anyway, which is one of the many reasons why I don't go to conventions any more.
I'm not entirely sure what Cat Piss Men are, and now I'm not certain I want to know. The title alone implies a certain level of...social unacceptability. Then again, I may be inured to such things, since my experience with cons is on the anime end, and you just learn to breathe only through your mouth by Sunday. Otherwise the hordes of (literally) unwashed fanboys and fangirls would knock you over. Assuming they're not knocking you over to hug someone behind you, next to you, or stars forbid, you.


It's a scary, scary thing.
Behold: The Wrath of Cat Piss Man. All of your answers are here.
Oh. You mean fanboys.

Yeah. At Otakon last year, they had Rules Of The Con printed up on the site, and handed out with every booklet, and plastered up at various points.

Rule Number Four: Shower Daily.
Rule Number Five: USE SOAP.

With a little note about how everyone would greatly appreciate it, and you were more likely to get hugs with your little sign if you'd taken a shower with soap and put on a fresh costume.

Darling du jour: The tuna are everywhere, turning like steel wheels in the sunlight, iterations from hull to horizon.

Ooooh... shiny!
ROFLOL at the "Ten Things" post. Or maybe it should just be "ouch"?

And I have to find that Jethro Tull song, now, since I know and love the other two songs. It would have to be a sad story, wouldn't it?

It's on "Rock Island" (1989, I think.)

First time I ever heard it was in concert, and it blew. me. away.

Good song. V. brutal.
*downloads Vienna Teng song* Thank you for reminding me how much I like this song!

Awww... Downeaster Alexa is one of my all-time favourite songs. :-)
And nobody remembers "Advice For Writers: The True Story". Blues.
the unholy love-child of listening to Billy Joel's "The Downeaster Alexa," Jethro Tull's "The Whaler's Dues," and Vienna Teng's "Harbor"


Except, see, "Harbor" makes it happy. I think. Or pulls it up to bittersweet, at least. I think.

I am older than your kids, I fear, and so must default to Uncool Aged People Spelling. *g*

And thank you! It's pretty happy-making.


Even more properly, with zeros instead of ohs: w00t.

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