Category: Writing

I’m kind of jumping around a lot, but I’m definitely editing.

Supper tonight at Bombay Bistro with (apparently) just Keith for the b-day, which is a drag unless I want to take home a lot of leftovers (ie won’t be able to order many dishes).

Looking forward to my ultrasound. Weird that I keep having to have them, but at least they are relatively non-invasive.

Read a fantastic article by a male porn artist and sex worker and academic and social justice activist and man alive I wish I’d read it before I wrote Sweetie’s House of Tentacles. He lays out how anti-sex work activists sound EXACTLY like TERFs and the moral majority types panicking about ter geyz  back in the 80’s. Like, almost word for word. Really ripped some scales from my eyes.

I announced that I was unemployed and the Pedorthist immediately came up with cheaper solutions.

I’m still going to get a full set of new orthotics, but basically I got very expensive off the shelf shoe liners plus I’m getting retreads, so that was less than 200 bucks.

The thing in my neck appears to be going down, so either it’s just having a moment or the weensy infection I think I was working on has gone down.

YEA JEFF’S UP TIME TO WALK TO TIMMY HO’S

 

OOOPS NO

Off to get new orthotics this morning. The old ones are two years old and a bit and unfortunately my foot pain is abruptly so bad that I can’t put it off any longer.

Not much is happening. The noise continues next door, but the work crew is so hard working and cheerful it’s hard for me to stay growly about it. It’s all going to be done in a month.

So yesterday Alex and Katie showed up because Alex woke up and decided that my place IS SEVERELY DEFICIENT OF TOYS. So he brought some. He played the pinball games – he’s starting to get the point and using the flipper button properly- and then they left.

He marched halfway to the car and said I WANNA HUG GIGI because he left without hugging me.

daawwwwwwwwww

Today I am going to wrassle some more crap into corners, and maybe even start LABELLING THINGS. Which would be hilarious and probably not work, but sure I’ll give it a go.

hope I have a somewhat more mobile day today.

my feet hurt like hell

Jeff’s given me permission to borrow the Rav to run errands ONE OF WHICH WILL BE MAILING UPSUN

later

Got out the door with Upsun, forgot the address of the parental units.

grrrrrrrrr

Feud-prone, brilliant, and pragmatic as well as hyper-vigilant in defending his writing gifts.
A classic example of a problematic feminist.
Everyone in my family will mourn him, especially my parents, for whom he was a contemporary.
The man who wrote The Glass Teat is dead.

 

 

later…. WOW A LOT OF PEOPLE IN FANDOM ARE PISSING ON HIS GRAVE. “I grew up in fandom over the last 20 years and the only thing he ever did of note was grab Connie Willis by the tit at worldcon so screw him and I’m never reading anything he wrote or edited.”

 

USUALLY WE TAKE TWO HUNDRED YEARS TO GET TO THAT ATTITUDE WITH ‘great writers’ but now I predict that in a few years he’ll disappear from sf canon, except for Star Trek, the only place for sure he’ll stay peppy.

 

meanwhile people like adam-troy castro and patton oswalt are beating their breasts on twitter because they knew him personally  and yeah I get that.

I love difficult people too.

so before the battery dies

u/s booked July 11

sitting Alex tonight

feet hurt so bad I can’t walk so I’d better do something about replacing my orthotics

 

Up at 4,  Butterfly house at 10, Sassy’s at 11:15, ferry was late but we were the lasts ones on so yay, home for an hour, taxi to Peggy and Tom’s, found out that everybody wanted to chat rather than sing and play, played quietly while people chatted and then it was 8 oclock and no music so I went the hell home because I was completely burned out.

I left my charger at the fOlks so I have to save this and get the heck off the internet.

spider robinson is on twitter now

I got 8 hours of sleep last night

Awesome convo in the sunroom with mOm, Katie, and Alex occasionally fastening on a word and demanding clarification while he plays with matryoshka pandas (there are like 15 of the suckers…) and the AMAZING MITSUBISHI SCALE MODEL WORKING FORKLIFT that mOm and pOp picked up for him.

Thunder and lightning last night and I’m such an Ontario girl I slept through it.

I’m getting a big dose of WE WILL LOOK AFTER EACH OTHER right now and dadgab it I needed it.

trouble free crossing, everything lovely here especially the weather and people. Showed the Iceland pics to mOm.

Played Rowena on the ferry this morning.

I should get one within the next two three weeks.

There’s hardly any construction noise and it’s a nice temperature outside. I’ve been writing, not much today, 1000 words of fanfic yesterday. I can’t see how I can spear it onto the plate in less than 2500 words, which is pissing me; I’m almost more interested in doing housework.

I have a rescue plan for my fictional Vancouver, which is a relief. It’s a combination lie, truth, media obfuscation and bargaining chip, requiring everyone to play nice or lose something bony.

At the end of the meal Keith was presented with a little plate of custard cakes with Congratulations written in chocolate at the top and he just melted.

Paul and I started with the heritage tomato salad. IT WAS FANTASTIC except for the only truly purple tomatoes I’ve ever seen, which tasted like pulpy watery dirt.  I looked everywhere on the internet and I don’t think they were Cherokee Purples (a white guy named them of course) …After the explosion of flavour – there was this mushy seedless one which sounds disgusting but to me was the best tasting tomato I ever et and they made the most of the mushiness by parking the firmer tomatoes on top – the purple tomatoes were a distinct let down but having the human garburetor on board meant that nothing was wasted. I picked basil from that outta my teeth this morning damn.

Paul had the bouillabaisse. I ordered the pan-fried scallops as a side for my 9 oz filet and since the bouillabaisse had no scallops tossed one into his bowl and one onto Keith’s plate for good measure – he sure eats more kinds of food than he used to. Alex’s mama awaits that day longingly. Keith devouring a scallop, who knew.

Keith had a 14 oz steak with veggies (a substantial portion of which he took home).

Paul ordered the baked Alaska and was really disappointed because he hasn’t had it in fifty years and it sucked but he manfully ate it. Keith gave up halfway through this but he was already stuffed. They had three and two drinks apiece; I stuck with Shirley Temple, since they make the most fucking fantastic one I’ve had since I quit drinking. (Note to world. I have had two beers in the last two weeks, and my liver woke up and gave me that weird feeling again, so I’m pounding fibre and probiotics. And reminding myself that it’s like many other things I’ve given up – in the end it’s all gonna be fine, I just need to find that new nermal.)

Keith was exhausted from work but picked up nicely during the meal. He needs the best possible respiratory protection, although this new lab has good ventilation.

Spent about 2 hours over the meal, and apart from a couple of conversational bobbles which I have vented about elsewhere, it was fantastic and I came home with a big smile on my face.

TONIGHT – ALEX. I may stay over. I may not. Snuggling with Alex on the sofa in the morning as he tries to drag his brain into partnership with his body has a charm of its own.

SHIT must remember to take my laptop as he has TWICE REQUESTED Iceland pics and I have twice forgotted.

I’m trying to stay off social media. 49387 HOTM

 

 

A: I’m going to have a shower

J: I’ll alert the media

A: It’s been so long, it might actually be newsworthy.

J: (quiet gagging)

I was feeling very empty in the family bucket and got a lovely overnight at Planet Bachelor. Paul dropped me off this morning.  Tonight, feeding Keith! Paul wants to come so I updated the reservation. SO LOOKING FORWARD TO IT.

I love my family. It’s so simple, but there it is.

Barbecue fired up for the first time yesterday.  I’m thinking next time it will not be the sad little burgers from M&M Meats; perhaps some pork chomps???