Allegra pouts because she took a wonderful video at Conflikt and one of the principals flatly refuses to let her publicly post it. Trust me, it’s funny as hell. But ya gotta respect the wishes of others…. sigh.
Author: Allegra
Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.
Proud to be Canadian
Captain Capitalism
Once again, thanks Chipper.
Show off
Chameleons don’t change colours to avoid predation; they change colours to pull chicks and trounce rivals.
Thanks to Chipper for the link, that was edifying.
Happy for my friends
I have a lot of really awesome friends, and I got a compelling demonstration of it tonight.
Now, to cleanup, so my brother doesn’t think I’m too slovenly to live with!!!!
Too true
ANOTHER FOOT OF SNOW
The office is deserted. Somebody just texted me that the batteries on his snowshoes are dead. I skidded in to work this morning thinking – that’s funny, I can’t hear any buses!
Questionnaire for Christians
Watch Ellen Page charm the pants off Letterman
After… the con is …. over
There are tunes to be written
Gather now with all your power
Ever after swear to hold your tongue
We will sing in this darkest hour
The song that never, ever should be sung
(then everybody break out into their favourite verse of “Banned from Argo)
Happiness is coming home….
…. and having a home to come home to. I hear through the net that a filker (not somebody attending Conflikt) just died in a housefire. If the tributes now pouring in are anything to go by, Greg was much loved and will be much missed. The condo is a write off – the cats didn’t make it out either. I imagine the people left at the con will be pretty much stunned by this. I light a candle for Greg’s surviving family.
I light a candle for someone I know who has suffered a miscarriage.
I light a candle for daughter Katie, who is having a very rough go right now.
I light a candle for my granny, who has needed 24/7 coverage as she recovers from a minor but debilitating ailment.
I light a candle for Lady Miss Banjola and Shaddyr, and hope the rest of the con goes smoothly.
I’m going to be performing at the congregational dinner – again – and this time I’ll be providing percussion, who knew!? I’ve got a busy week coming up.
List of things to do
- Learn the Code Monkey dance
- Write down about sixty LJ user names and friend them
- Actually put together a proper filk book of the stuff I intend to ever sing again (I think this means an evening with Shaddyr, and soon)
- Think about the logistics of going to Jersey in June. I mean, I have a passport and everything now, it’s not like I can’t travel Stateside.
- It’s two-thirty in the morning…. shouldn’t I be sleeping? Nope, they are still filking in the main room. I heard about chocolate in the consuite and after administering aid and comfort to the consuite hostess – Shaddyr – and hanging with some younger filkfemfen, I thought. Hmmmm. I have eaten all the chocolate, now I should go back downstairs and do the pillage and rapine thing in the main room.
More con stuff
I am having a simply lovely time, and had supper with LMB, Dr. Filk, and Tom and Peggy. Right now Skinny White Chick is playing. They just finished the Alligator Song, which is beyond words amusing, and a tango to boot.
I’m going to check the schedule again and maybe nap for a bit before the open filk / bawdy songs room opens up…Earlier today I got to sing the Tapioca Song, accompanied by about 35 people, in the Songbook Filk. Happy sigh.
Blogging at the Con
So, last night, Jeff Hitchin did not one, not two but THREE filks of the Tapioca Song. One was in Spanish, one in Japanese, and one was about Oxycontin. I surreptitiously took a picture of him while he was about it. Jeff is a fabulous performer and great raconteur; I am honoured above my worthiness.
All hail the Con Committee. They planned for 80 and there will easily be 120 attendees. Runnerwolf – whose idea the whole thing was, enthusiastically endorsed by everyone in earshot, including, as I recollect, me – was looking a bit glazed but really happy when I met up with her at the reg table yesterday.
Met up with Lady Miss Banjola and Dr. Filk with no difficulties AFTER I got into my shared room; Shaddyr (I will refer to her & Runnerwolf by LJ names as it ‘s easier) gave up her room passkey from last night so even though I hadn’t seen the principals I had a place to stash my stuff.
I did some of the driving down from Vancouver, but long about supper time I started getting visual disturbances (I still feel kinda wonky today, although that may have something to do with my lack of cafFiend) so Peggy did the driving from there.
Open Filking last night was great; I heard many filk classics old and new, and which included a madrigal zombie filk, Jonathan Coulton’s “Eat Your Brains” ably performed by Tony Fabris, the funniest parody of Danny Boy Ever…. and I debuted “You Try Being Buffy’s Mom” a capella as I have yet to write it down, although LMB has an MP3 of it up on her website (v raw, being recorded the day I wrote it).
Anyway, I’m being a jackass hogging one of the two public internet access points in the hotel, so I’d best fly. I’m here, I’m settled, and apart from once aGAIN failing to bring earplugs, I’m doing great. I’ll post pics later; I remembered to bring my USB cable and this computer has a USB port, can you believe it?
Gasping for breath
As my next to last act before I take off, here is “the Horror of Blimps” (link removed for safety) courtesy of the Straight Dope Message Board. I’m still wiping my eyes and nose after reading it.