Something to Hold You
Posted on May 30, 2006 Posted by John Scalzi 8 Comments
Here’s the rat bastard thunderstorm supercell that caused us and what felt like a half-million other people at O’Hare Airport so much damn trouble getting home last night. As I think I mentioned earlier, we ended up renting a car to get home; the whole report on the “getting home” thing is here.
I’ll be pecking out a fuller Wiscon report later in the afternoon (short version: it was fun fun fun), but in the meantime, for your reading pleasure, let me point you in the direction of this interview with my pal and ace fantasy writer Justine Larbalestier, with whom I hung out quite a bit with at Wiscon, and also this interview with my pal and ace SF/F writer Elizabeth Bear, with whom I did not hang out with extensively at Wiscon, sadly, but the time we did have together was pure creamery goodness, I’ll tell you that.
Anyway. More later.
my puppy the aspiring meteorologist will love you forever for taking that photo, John.
I watched this thing from a distance, actually — saw the towering thunderheads from my front yard. The whole affair passed south of us, although we did hear some thunder.
I think for the first time, in my whole, entire life, I regret leaving a room to get a drink. Stripping! How can you miss stripping and live with yourself? I guess I will have to find out, now.
I went to an Elizabeth Bear signing while she was in London. Top person, and great books too! I second your praise!
That’s an awesome photo, but it’s too bad the storm messed up your travel plans.
the aftermath of that supercell was still breaking stuff today when I was trying to get home.
Ah, the midwest.
You do put some excellent photos up on your blog John. Thanks for the link to our interview of Ms. Bear. I’d like to land you as an interview subject too at some point.
Oh my, what a spectacular photograph. Paul Kincaid and I were congratulating ourselves on having long since planned to stay in Madison for a few extra holiday days after the convention, and this merely illustrates the externt of our wisdom in doing so. (We were on a coach driving into Madison during the cloudburst the previous Wednesday, complete with raging torrents running down the street, tornado warnings, the works. That was enough. I’m convinced that mid-West meteorology is trying to destroy us.)