General update

[gnomi]

It's been a while since I did any sort of update here, so here's what I've been up to:

-- MAB and I went to Readercon last weekend and had a good time. He did the Guest of Honor interview of GOH Hal Clement (Mission of Gravity, among others) as well as being on a number of panels. We saw a bunch of friends (including farwing, who we later kidnapped to see "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen") and got a chance to meet some writers we hadn't previously. A good time was had, and I learned something very important: "You can't get roast beef in the stratosphere!"

-- I have discovered that it is virtually impossible to purchase skirts with pockets (they're even selling jeans skirts without pockets, which I consider a crime agaist denim). So maybe I'll have to make myself some more skirts with pockets.

-- On the sewing front, I have discovered a distinct lack of options for clothing for an upcoming wedding MAB and I are going to. So I've decided to make myself Yet Another Dress. This one will be a sheath dress with a jacket, and I hope it will prove as versatile as I believe it will be. Now all I have to do is figure out fabric for it.

-- On 23 July, our nephew turns 5. It's hard to reconcile the inquisitive boy he is now with the tiny baby he was at Bucconeer in 1998.

-- Off to NYC on Sunday for a week. I'll try to update here during the week.

Comments

[gnomi.livejournal.com]

Every year at Readercon, they hold the Kirk Polland Memorial Bad Prose Competition, which involves the reading of passages of truly horrid, published science fiction and fantasy materials to which 4 writers then provide endings. Each year, the competition has a catch phrase taken from the last piece of prose to be read (which, in a reversal, features the four writers writing beginnings to one common ending). Past years' catch phrases have included "like a wall of stinking jelly," "the weird science-magic of his helm," and "it took him...so long...to die." This year's catch phrase was the aforementioned "You can't get roast beef in the stratosphere."

This became doubly funny when, after the convention, MAB, our friend farwing, and I were watching Sports Nights eps and in one (the title of which escapes me) Casey asks Dana to get him a roast beef sandwich. In harmony, MAB, Farwing, and I said, "You can't get roast beef in the stratosphere," and then burst into gales of laughter.

We are silly folk, we are. But you knew that, didn't you?

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[half-double.livejournal.com]

We are silly folk, we are. But you knew that, didn't you?

I had a hunch. Thanks for explaining that for me; I don't know why it had me so concerned, but I feel much better now. And, huzzah for the mocking of bad prose!

And, um...(Sorkingeek alert!): "The Quality of Mercy at 29k."