blechh

Well that’s it I’m done. (Insert Jerry Seinfeld gif here) I’m officially not watching  Supernatural any more. Hilariously this comes one day after they announced a creak groan 15th season.

What an entirely loathsome script.

 

 

safely home Now I Live On Mercury

Very glad Paul was able to witness the simply incredible display of fallstreak clouds above the I5  yesterday – the cloud that contained them was like a single slice of orographic swiss cheese in a pale and hazy sky.

Imagine a cloud the shape and size of a thirty mile diameter pancake with half a dozen half mile sized holes cut in it.

 

Yeah.

New squib

I had to land most carefully

The sun’s emissions frying me

Kept losing my telemetry

But now I live on Mercury

 

smoked salmon

The last filk of this Con is a ‘Smoked Salmon’.

Kathy Mar sang a memorial song for John and I lost it, Cried and cried, and I’m crying now. What a sweet lady, and what a kindly thing to do.

Vixy and Tony performed her Siren song, which is a comic song which uses, to great and convulsing effect, a horde of Siren rhymes.

There were recitations; funny stories, one of which involves, and I’m not kidding, spying on Canada, a capella renditions; duos, group sings and much laughter. I had heard Lauren wanted SG filks and the con chair did Brooke’s Planet with a Forest which is hilarious four ways – know the singer, know the song, know the fandom and LIVE IN VANCOUVER where the sucker was filkmed (omga what a typo).

BUT EVERYTHING WAS GREAT and CD started everybody off with his tasteful support and his unbelievably smooth and compelling electric guitar stylings.

SO MUCH TALENT IN THAT ROOM, like a new drug yall.

My happiness is great, I’m not too exhausted, and my mind is so full I’ll probably be sleeping 10 hours a day for the next three days just to let my brain cool off.

toastmastering

Had a good solid chat with Frank Hayes about being a good toastmaster and as always he was both wise and kind and I’m on the right path I think.

So apparently – this from Paul, who’s currently at a soaring club AGM and will be back at the con shortly – Frank started singing Never Set the Cat on Fire last night (I had pumpkinned at midnight and was upstairs by then) and when he paused in search mode, Paul, who does not actually consider himself a filker, helpfully supplied the lyrics.

Not a filker, my ample dimpled bum. He stayed up to 2 am singing and playing with Kathy Mar, too;  he is so a filker. Kathy’s got a new album in progress and I can hardly wait to hear it.

new(t) song

Good morning folks: this is a song for other people. My own fOlks have hidden their qualms under their loving support, which allows me to write stuff like this.

None of this is directed at you, mOm and pOp. You are the bestest, and if you aren’t or weren’t, strangers on the internet are not going to hear it from me.

I’m just me

Why won’t you live up to your potential
why can’t your report cards be the best
parents pour anxiety torrential
when your outcomes don’t match your IQ test

If they think that you’re a genius (genius genius)
they take it personally (you have no idea)
when all those brains (which you inherited from them)
don’t hit the jackpot financially (you should have majored in something else)

Pause for heavy sigh

Some parents think their kids
to obedience are bred
Do what you’re told, don’t shut down when we scold
don’t you think that you’re too old
for this, whatever this is (looks around the room in perplexity)
It isn’t real life and it’s mostly in your head

Pause for heavy sigh

Why won’t you toe that gender binary line
Why are you judging us we only want what’s best
We never had this stuff in ’59
and look at us we turned out fine
is this….
some kind of sick millennial test

Spoken
If you say one word to complain about people born after 1982 I will end you and come back for your books.

We admit that there are people who need help because they’re sick
this gender nonsense will not stick
it’s just a phase
Statistics and research
and a banker box of trans and enby merch
don’t mean much to us
for what we want is praise

Why are your friends
all more important than we are
We raised you from nothing
and you have taken this too far

Your diet is too fussy
and your hair is always mussy
– nothing about you meets the norm
You say you don’t want kids
well that’s not something that we did
and now we’ll drone our one word song
conform

The child speaks

Your concern
I can’t distinguish it from hate
though it will never be too late
for respectful conversation
Your concern
comes from a place of bigotry
Hey I’m just me
and I’m not here for your placation

Hey bio dad
It hurts me that you’re slow to understand
Hey bio mom
My strangely human ways
were not what you had planned
But family
ends up being where you find it
And I’ll find love where they don’t mind it
If I’m just me

 

 

 

 

later: discussed this with a transman – he wants to set the tune to music…..

More filking

Did my twofer today – good grief it is now yesterday -: I sang Elephants – which you will have seen recently, as I just wrote the durned thing, and Lemming’s Twofer, which is a patter song and I’m thrilled to say I got through it without huffing.

Sang Frobisher Bay and 40 Million Light Years in circle tonight.

So: Frank Hayes was in the chaos circle filk room tonight and he sang his entirely marvellous When I was a Boy and THERE WERE THREE followers – the same song with different lyrics.

So the original was a Pegasus winner in 1998. It was the first song I ever heard Tony Fabris play. This would have been *before* the first Conflikt, when the excellent folks of PNW filk fandom were first dreaming about a regional filk con.

The first follower was the x rated version and DAMN we laughed. – Tony sang it.

The second follower was the social justice version, sung as if by the Hidden Figures women from NASA. Fucking awesome, and written by a guy too. (THE FEMINISM, GENDER BINARY POSITIVITY, ACE REPRESENTATION AND ALL AROUND COOLNESS of this convention is fucking mindblowing. SISTERHOOD BE POWER FULL YALL)

The third follower was Tony Fabris’s own filk of it, which he doesn’t sing any more, sung by Kathy Mar, and set in the future.

As the songs were whirling around, Frank Hayes mentioned that the Interfilk Guest (I was an IG once, for GAfilk) Lauren Cox had sung on stage a line “What’s the name of that disease” which is a reference to Frank’s consistent and storied ability to forget his own lyrics. She had HEARD OF FRANK HAYES’ DISEASE through filk fandom and

WHEN

HE

INTRODUCED

HIMSELF

and said I’m Frank Hayes, Lauren said in tones of ultimate surprise.

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE A MYTH”

Ain’t nobody mythical in filk fandom.

Anyway, mOm, we raised over two grand from the interfilk auction and so, soon, some other mOm will get an excited call that she’s getting an all expenses paid trip to someplace amazing to SING.

There are at least 21 former IGs at Conflikt.

What a community, so proud and happy to be a member.

At conflikt 12

Travel was excellent, border was a lark; on Friday we stopped in Greenwood and ate ‘za from Razzi’s – expensive but VERY FINE PIZZA with tremendously high quality ingredaments.

Checked in without difficulty, comfy room with a balcony, not too noisy (faces SEA so there is aircraft noise.)

Last night filked with Cindy (Lady of Komarr) and sang Murder Hobo:Odyssey so that was fun. (Paul was paying attention to people’s reactions and he said people laughed their asses off… you know how it is when you’re too busy singing and playing to pay much attention.)

Steak din with Lemming and Paul tonight, we had a good time until my credit card barfed. Since Paul’s did too I’m not too upset because it sounds like a system issue – we use the same bank – but as is often the case my emotional balloon was punctured and I don’t feel great about singing and playing and I now owe Lem 137 bucks, although he was a total sweetheart about it.

We talked about John a fair amount. It is good to have good memories about him.

Today it was announced officially, I will be the Toastmaster for Conflikt 13!!

This means staying at the hotel Friday through Sunday at mininum, doing a concert, being at the Guest Lunch and doing the instafilk, judging a song contest, contributing to the Interfilk Auction (of which I have previously been a beneficiary), songbook and lunch CD, host open filk for at least a couple of hours, doing a panel or workshop, emcee for performer concerts.

I’M THRILLED, I’M HONOURED, I’M GONNA WORK HARD AND DO MY BEST

and I intend to book off the following week to collapse into con crud and exhaustion, because I’m going to be 61 and I’m not completely altered in the head.

 

They have an electrified toastmaster badge NOM I love it so.

 

I have a year to plan outfits!.

 

I’m such a fucking asshole

I just threw the ‘nice anarchist discussion you have here, are any of you parents’ smoke bomb on line.

Seriously, parenting is where theoretical anarchism goes to die a miserable, plastic toy free death; the complete failure of male theoretical anarchists to address ‘the child’ as the primary focus of anarchism is the reason that the only anarchists I give two shits about these days are Indigenous. LONG LIVE THE PLATEAU PEOPLE

elephants

elephants do do do
elephants do do do
elephants in the middle of my living room

There are so many
I can scarcely count’em
They’re packed in pretty tight
and I can scarcely get arount’em

do do do elephants
deedle deedle dee elephants
whoa whoa whoa elephants
in the middle of my living room

So I’ve got elephants
I’m suffering from pachyderms
They’re snuffling their mammoth germs
I’m feeling peculiar and green

They’re oh so hungry
there are so many
They want half a ton of grass apiece
and I alas have not got any

do do do

but I’ve got elephants
quite a herd of elephants
I’ve got a lot of elephants
AND YOU CAN HAVE ONE FOR FREE

 

 

l8r…. did anyone get that this is a mental health song?

forward motion

Mike wasn’t up for a visit – this cold kicked his ass. I did get to see Alex and Katie this morning; we did a brief shop and I got printer ink and treats, mostly, but also toilet paper. I could have hung out more but I was just hanging on by my toenails so I was very happy to be deposited home with my unholy parcels of tasty fat and sugar.

333 words on one project and 240 on the other, so yay me I guess.

I’m going to check on the moon. Something something about an eclipse.

The news is a fucking nest of vipers, is it not?