If things had worked out, we would now be on our way to Coventry for my first con in a few years, and my first non-filk con in a lot longer, and I'd be looking forward to e.g. meeting Paul Cornell and asking him searching questions such as "the Reapers--WHY???" Instead, I'm here, taking a throat break from reading the entire Discworld oeuvre to Jan on semi-random shuffle (I left most of the Weatherwax books till last because I'm not entirely happy with my performance).
In other threads, the old argument is thundering on; I'm waiting for an answer on whether my interlocutor genuinely thinks I'm saying what I am because I just wish all these nasty people would stop harshing my buzz, or whatever the phrase is. If s/he does, then I think maybe we're done, because I'm obviously not communicating effectively at all. Mrs Curbinand, or rather her story, since the poor soul's dead, is lurking at the back of my mind and still refuses to come out and tell me what happens next, though I haven't given up on it yet and will relink to the previous episodes at some point soon in the hope of forcing the issue. I didn't get considered for the job I applied for a couple of weeks ago, despite my application being about as good as it could be and my extensive experience in the kind of work they wanted done.
But one must think of the good things, must one not? So, here are some:
1. I don't have to drive a couple of hundred miles today, in a car impatiently awaiting its MOT, and negotiate a large city's one way systems to find a hotel I don't know, with my wife sitting next to me in excessive pain.
2. We have enough food in the house to last till I get some more benefit on Tuesday, I think.
3. Offline Uru is working and other people are writing some very nice-looking Ages for it.
4. My copy of Red Roses And Dead Things arrived today, and it looks excellent. (Haven't listened to it yet.)
5. Um. Oh yes. When I went to see Adrian from the Richmond Fellowship on Wednesday, we did a mock interview, and apparently after a frozen moment at the beginning I did very well. Which given that interviews terrify me is possibly quite good news. Of course, I have to get as far as the interview first...
In other threads, the old argument is thundering on; I'm waiting for an answer on whether my interlocutor genuinely thinks I'm saying what I am because I just wish all these nasty people would stop harshing my buzz, or whatever the phrase is. If s/he does, then I think maybe we're done, because I'm obviously not communicating effectively at all. Mrs Curbinand, or rather her story, since the poor soul's dead, is lurking at the back of my mind and still refuses to come out and tell me what happens next, though I haven't given up on it yet and will relink to the previous episodes at some point soon in the hope of forcing the issue. I didn't get considered for the job I applied for a couple of weeks ago, despite my application being about as good as it could be and my extensive experience in the kind of work they wanted done.
But one must think of the good things, must one not? So, here are some:
1. I don't have to drive a couple of hundred miles today, in a car impatiently awaiting its MOT, and negotiate a large city's one way systems to find a hotel I don't know, with my wife sitting next to me in excessive pain.
2. We have enough food in the house to last till I get some more benefit on Tuesday, I think.
3. Offline Uru is working and other people are writing some very nice-looking Ages for it.
4. My copy of Red Roses And Dead Things arrived today, and it looks excellent. (Haven't listened to it yet.)
5. Um. Oh yes. When I went to see Adrian from the Richmond Fellowship on Wednesday, we did a mock interview, and apparently after a frozen moment at the beginning I did very well. Which given that interviews terrify me is possibly quite good news. Of course, I have to get as far as the interview first...