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rivkaI can't see my way clear to going to the Farthing Party. A plane ticket would cost more than I am comfortable spending with Michael out of work. A train ticket would be more affordable, but it would mean being away for four solid days, which is longer than I want to leave Alex. (Alex wouldn't come along on a 12-hour train trip, for tolerably obvious reasons.) A suggested carpooling option didn't work out.
Lots of Very Cool People are going to be there - I should probably unsubscribe from the Farthing Party community so that I don't see any more reminders of who. And I'm so utterly impressed with Farthing as a book that I was looking forward to discussing it all weekend - not to mention, cheering on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
papersky for her triumph.
All of this being the case, I should not have been reading Making Light threads on fannish parties, which has inevitably provoked yearnings.
Quick, help me plan some other con to look forward to, far enough in the future that our financial situation is likely to have improved, and likely to be packed full of my friends. Minicon, maybe? Is it true that there's going to be a Minneapolis alt.polycon?
When I came downstairs this morning, Alex came running over to me, holding up our Pinky and the Brain figurines. "Mama, kitties," she explained. (Yes, we've told her that they're mice.) "Clap clap... a side, oh, back, a slow."
It was clearly a story, and told with great emphasis and urgency - before I'd even managed to get past the baby gate. I have no idea what it meant, or why it trumped normal preliminaries like "Mama, up." or "Hug hug."
In other Alex news: she's now genuinely counting to six, assigning one number per item counted. She's starting to show a lot of interest in letters. All at once, she's become incredibly affectionate, showering us with hugs and kisses. And I should've thought twice before teaching her how to play "Ring Around the Rosy," especially the part where Mama and Papa can join in.
In other Pinky and the Brain news: Michael pointed out that traces of our wedding cake icing can still be seen in the grooves on the bottom of the figurines. Awwww.
It's so hard to be at work knowing that today the mail carrier will deliver Disc Three of Season One of Veronica Mars. I don't think I've ever gotten addicted to a show so quickly - trembling hands, the whole works - and due to inadequate Netflix account management, we haven't seen a Veronica Mars episode since Thursday.
Must not read ahead in the TWOP recaps.
Lots of Very Cool People are going to be there - I should probably unsubscribe from the Farthing Party community so that I don't see any more reminders of who. And I'm so utterly impressed with Farthing as a book that I was looking forward to discussing it all weekend - not to mention, cheering on
papersky for her triumph.All of this being the case, I should not have been reading Making Light threads on fannish parties, which has inevitably provoked yearnings.
Quick, help me plan some other con to look forward to, far enough in the future that our financial situation is likely to have improved, and likely to be packed full of my friends. Minicon, maybe? Is it true that there's going to be a Minneapolis alt.polycon?
When I came downstairs this morning, Alex came running over to me, holding up our Pinky and the Brain figurines. "Mama, kitties," she explained. (Yes, we've told her that they're mice.) "Clap clap... a side, oh, back, a slow."
It was clearly a story, and told with great emphasis and urgency - before I'd even managed to get past the baby gate. I have no idea what it meant, or why it trumped normal preliminaries like "Mama, up." or "Hug hug."
In other Alex news: she's now genuinely counting to six, assigning one number per item counted. She's starting to show a lot of interest in letters. All at once, she's become incredibly affectionate, showering us with hugs and kisses. And I should've thought twice before teaching her how to play "Ring Around the Rosy," especially the part where Mama and Papa can join in.
In other Pinky and the Brain news: Michael pointed out that traces of our wedding cake icing can still be seen in the grooves on the bottom of the figurines. Awwww.
It's so hard to be at work knowing that today the mail carrier will deliver Disc Three of Season One of Veronica Mars. I don't think I've ever gotten addicted to a show so quickly - trembling hands, the whole works - and due to inadequate Netflix account management, we haven't seen a Veronica Mars episode since Thursday.
Must not read ahead in the TWOP recaps.
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Date: 2006-08-22 03:36 pm (UTC)