Back

Back from Boskone. Wonderful time; more details later.

How was your weekend?

38 Comments on “Back”

  1. God, just wonderful! I went ballroom dancing Friday night and Sunday afternoon. I had a date that started Saturday afternoon, and went on all night! He made breakfast… And the rest of the time I was reading The Android’s Dream.

  2. I studied for my test in my “Information Environment” class (i.e. – libraries 101) and read a few chapters of The Terror by Dan Simmons. Met some nice folks at a party so all in all it was productive and fun.

  3. I have a test Monday afternoon that I haven’t studied enough for. Also a fair amount of undone homework.

    On the other hand, I slept a lot. And my aikido rolls are not as bad as they used to be.

  4. Tiring. On the other hand, I finished a short, outlined three others, and worked on an outline for a weird-ass thing I might write, so it wasn’t all bad.

  5. Went to two parties, damaged my hearing by yet another tiny increment, posted an emo whine in my LiveJournal, slept a lot and did a little homework.

  6. Finished reading The Sagan Dairy this afternoon -pretty intense! Another hit from Scalzi! Also worked on updating one of my websites with images taken with my Nikon D80 DSLR after doing a bit of raw image conversion in the Photoshop CS3 beta. Also watched most of the Daytona 500- just because my girlfriend was there in person- which turned out to be kind of exciting in a slam-bang kind of way. Can’t wait to hear how things went at Boskone- I swear I’ll have to make it up there for it one of these years.

  7. I finished reading The Dispossessed (Ursula le Guin). One of the most impressive books I’ve ever read.

    Other than that, I started playing The Battle for Middle Earth. It seems very good.

  8. Glad Boskone went well for you.
    I went book shopping in the 1st District. I did see OMW on the shelf. Goes to show that even Austria can be cool..
    I started reading a Stephen King novel “Dreamcatcher”. I haven’t picked one up since I have already burned through 475 pages. I also went to the Botanical Gardens on the Belvedere palace grounds and went into Belvedere to see the art museum. After that it was all about Saum Brau for beers and ribs!

  9. Glad Boskone went well for you.
    I went book shopping in the 1st District. I did see OMW on the shelf. Goes to show that even Austria can be cool..
    I started reading a Stephen King novel “Dreamcatcher”. I haven’t picked one up since I was a teenager. I have already burned through 475 pages. I also went to the Botanical Gardens on the Belvedere palace grounds and went into Belvedere to see the art museum. After that it was all about Saum Brau for beers and ribs!

  10. D’oh! I meant The Battle for Middle Earth 2.
    (I found the special edition, used, for 20 Euros, BTW. Lucky me!)

    Grrr! Stupid work-firewall didn’t let me send the message the first time, so I had to re-type it and was so irritated by it that I forgot the number 2 in the title.

    I also got a bit further in Beyong Good and Evil and got to a boss, which kept killing me, so I’ll pick it up again some day when I have the patience to try the same fight several times before managing to win.

  11. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, father of pangolins

    Sucked.

    Made it forty-five minutes of the way to Boskone but turned back because of my wife’s 101.8 temperature. Child also sick. So Saturday was spent wandering around the new Whole Foods grumbling. The night was spent the same.

    Oh, The Sagan Diaries finally came. A good thing. I showed my wife my name in D Company. She said ti was a nice thing to do. I agree. Thanks, John.

    Woke up Sunday with my own fever, so perhaps it’s best that I didn’t go to Boskone? I don’t know. Spent the day on the couch watching Sponge Bob and the night watching King Kong.

    This was probably my least favorite weekend in a long time.

  12. I spent my weekend at a retreat centre on the Irish coast. The weather was lovely the whole time: cool but not chilly; blue skies and mild breezes. On Saturday, my group and I went sea-glass hunting along the beach and then took a hike along a waterfall trail.

    Today, I’m going out to lunch with a fellow geek, which is exciting because I’ve been in withdrawl since I crossed the pond.

    So yes, my weekend went very well, thanks for asking. I’m glad Boskone was good times.

  13. 1.) Page 51 of the Ghost Brigades was AWESOME John!

    2.) I learend an F-ton about blogs. Sort-of…

    well.. not really.

    3.) I learned that no matter how much you adore your best friend they will always let you down taking your picture with someone you regard as important or special.

    However, they will make it up to you by politely cornering GRRM, and getting him to sign a first edition Game of Thrones.

    Summary: Boskone was awesome.

  14. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, father of pangolins

    cherie priest, why on earth did you go see Ghost Rider? I mean, did you give yourself pinkeye on purpose in order to see it? Yech.

  15. Good stuff. Gorgeous weather here in Austin. I spent time with my wife & kids, ate very well (one meal after another, it seemed like), got in good workouts each day, made a couple of blog posts I thought were good, corresponded with friends, read a chunk, wrote a little . . . good times overall.

    The best news for me: while the rest of my household is back to the grind today, my own office is closed for P-Day, so I get to work on my own stuff in peace & quiet. Woo-hoo!

  16. Aw, come on Chang. Nicolas Cage with attitude, in a non-riding leather jacket, snarky comments, his famous “whatchatalkingabout” take into the camera, plus skulls, chain, and burning things. What’s not to like? Not like I’m going to shell out $8, but that’s me. I’d rather be riding my bike than seeing a movie about someone else riding theirs. Of course once I can afford a bike that runs, and the weather clears a bit (wind chill, it’ll get ya).

  17. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang, father of pangolins

    The only good thing about Ghost Rider is Eva Mendes. Swoontastic boobosity. Yeah, you heard me. and the rest of her is nice, too.

  18. I will never again post a comment on this blog before I’ve had my coffee!

    Saturday I met with my D&D group and played some D&D. How could I neglect to mention that?! Okay, so we meet every Saturday, but there has been quite a break now, so it’s good to get gaming again.

    As far as Ghost Rider goes, we plan to watch it. I mean: it’s a skeleton on fire. It has a gun and a bike. There’s no way I’m not watching that.

  19. Ghostrider was an excellent comic. If it is a Marvel production I would expect it to be good. I have yet to be let down by a Marvel production.

    Thought bubble:
    .oO Well X3 was kind of a let down. Hmm..Spiderman 1 was kinda also. To much kissy kissy and not nuff webslinging. Same with X3..

    But I will go see GR regardless because the English Cinema Theater is home away form home. That is if it is even released here…Perhaps that will be NEXT weekends plan!

  20. Worked all weekend. Got side-swiped on Friday night when I found out a friend I had lost touch with had died on Wednesday. My already finely honed sense of mortality just got a little sharper. As Gaiman says, “You get what anyone gets — you get a lifetime.” I’m doing my best to appreciate mine.

  21. Jody: Know just how you feel. Last talked to my friend in July. Thought about contacting him all through the holidays, then found out last week he died on New Year’s Day.
    Attend people: when you think about your friends… Call. Them.

  22. Crappy.

    My favorite driver (Mark Martin) lost on the last lap of the Daytona 500.
    My favorite golfer (Phil Mickelson) lost in a playoff in Sunday’s tournament.
    And the East (I’m a Pistons fan) lost the all-star game.

  23. Sick all weekend, so I read an interesting biography of Johnny Cash, watched the first part of ‘Brian Wilson presents ‘Smile”, and got caught up on TV. Man, is Battlestar Galactica laggin’. . . enough with the drama, let’s see some action!

Exit mobile version
%%footer%%