There is too much. Let me sum up.
Feb. 21st, 2008 | 08:31 pm
music: The Battle Of Who Could Care Less - Ben Folds Five
Sheesh. I am sitting here of everything I could write about in this post, but all I can hear in my head is Inigo Montoya's voice in my head. There is too much. Let me sum up.
Work. I'm staying in my boss' apartment in Chelsea (he's off at a conference in Austin.) His cat is plotting murder against me. I daren't sleep. Seriously, this cat has a real hate on for me. I have to carry the spray bottle around to defend myself.
KGB. Awesome, as always. All the readers were wonderful. I got a hug and kiss from
matociquala, and I got to meet
glvalentine, and
slushmaster, and
rosefox, and
nballingrud, and Nora Jemison, and Chris Cevasco of Paradox. Dinner afterward with
ecmyers and
ktempest and
johnjosephadams (as well as many of the aforementioned.) A book-seller guy at our table ate a fish eyeball, but I don't remember his name. He will always be "fish-eyeball" guy to me from now on.
Coffee. I had coffee with
coyotegoth, and we talked movies, which was fun, but my brain wasn't working and I kept having to snap my fingers and go, "you know, what's his name, that guy!" I also learned that UV rays CAN go through glass. You learn something new every day, ne?
Booze & presents. I got to hang out more this afternoon with
ellen_datlow and
nballingrud; the lovely Ms. Datlow poured us some mean little glasses of fine peaty single malt. Later, I walked Mr. Ballingrud back toward his hostel, and was able to show him where The Strand was, as well as Forbidden Planet (where I was able to get presents for my daughter ... score!)
Now I'm starving, but I've got work to catch up on and I can barely be bothered to stir myself. But I really should go out and get a house-present for my host (flowers?) and a sandwich or something. If the damn cat will let me out the door without killing me.
Work. I'm staying in my boss' apartment in Chelsea (he's off at a conference in Austin.) His cat is plotting murder against me. I daren't sleep. Seriously, this cat has a real hate on for me. I have to carry the spray bottle around to defend myself.
KGB. Awesome, as always. All the readers were wonderful. I got a hug and kiss from
Coffee. I had coffee with
Booze & presents. I got to hang out more this afternoon with
Now I'm starving, but I've got work to catch up on and I can barely be bothered to stir myself. But I really should go out and get a house-present for my host (flowers?) and a sandwich or something. If the damn cat will let me out the door without killing me.
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Feb. 21st, 2008 | 10:20 pm
music: New York City - They Might Be Giants
My soul was captured in
ellen_datlow's camera last night. Unfortunately, so was the soul of my double chin. Despite my slackening jawline, it's a delightful snap. Thank you, Ellen.

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