Mar. 16th, 2008
Home from Lunacon. Well, more accurately, we got home, got Patty packed for Ohio, took a nap and then I took her to the airport. She didn't need me to, but I had the luxury of doing so, and it was nice, getting to wave at her as she went through security. She'll be back Sunday, but I miss her like mad. I am now wearing the scarf she wore at Lunacon, but left at home. Meanwhile, she has BunBun with her -- the small fuzzy rabbit puppet I got her at Whole Foods.
We are painfully cute. I spend a lot of time making ridiculous, funny promises to her such as "I will not sex you up in the airport food court" and "I promise not to have KFed's babies." Also "I will raise you two healthy boys, if you steal them for us" and "I will play faculty husband and hold distressing teas for your colleagues. Perhaps we should hang your pick axe on the wall to go with my swords." She has also promised not to have KFed's babies, in case you were concerned.
I am worn down in every conceivable way from Lunacon. Not enough sleep. The toll crowds always take on me. The let down after being on stage, effectively, and getting a lot of attention. I am good at these things, and they are good for me in teh moment, but not good for me in the aftermath and I am still learning how to navigate them (they are also one reason I prefer film over stage work).
Also unhelpful on my post-Lunacon state of being was the debacle with the hotel. They called me at 2:57am, after Patty and I were long asleep, because of a noise problem reported by room 270 -- several floors and several hallways away from us. The irate residents of the room no longer wanted to discuss it with the hotel staff, but with the con staff. I AM NOT PART OF CON STAFF. But still, I was woken up from a dead sleep to deal with this insanity (or rather, to refuse to deal with it) at 3am, and my system hasn't been quite right since. End result -- 50% off the second night at the hotel.
My Broad Universe reading went wel, although it was clear to me that teh second section from my novel that I read doesn't work outloud, although I think it is basically solid. The first was sort of amazing, and I think I am actually quite scary when I get to do paragraphs of Ginmoi ranting. I am unsurprised.
I sold a small number of books in the dealer's room, but more than most people it seemed and I will take that.
In other news, I am very taken with the HBO John Adams and the performances are excellent. All the major ones, and I must also note teh fellow who plays Thomas Jefferson, but it may be the writing as much as teh acting I am responding to there -- Jefferson is weird, conflicted, delicate, hypocritical, shy, vain and defensive all at once, and is presented as a character in which I can see my own flaws.
We are painfully cute. I spend a lot of time making ridiculous, funny promises to her such as "I will not sex you up in the airport food court" and "I promise not to have KFed's babies." Also "I will raise you two healthy boys, if you steal them for us" and "I will play faculty husband and hold distressing teas for your colleagues. Perhaps we should hang your pick axe on the wall to go with my swords." She has also promised not to have KFed's babies, in case you were concerned.
I am worn down in every conceivable way from Lunacon. Not enough sleep. The toll crowds always take on me. The let down after being on stage, effectively, and getting a lot of attention. I am good at these things, and they are good for me in teh moment, but not good for me in the aftermath and I am still learning how to navigate them (they are also one reason I prefer film over stage work).
Also unhelpful on my post-Lunacon state of being was the debacle with the hotel. They called me at 2:57am, after Patty and I were long asleep, because of a noise problem reported by room 270 -- several floors and several hallways away from us. The irate residents of the room no longer wanted to discuss it with the hotel staff, but with the con staff. I AM NOT PART OF CON STAFF. But still, I was woken up from a dead sleep to deal with this insanity (or rather, to refuse to deal with it) at 3am, and my system hasn't been quite right since. End result -- 50% off the second night at the hotel.
My Broad Universe reading went wel, although it was clear to me that teh second section from my novel that I read doesn't work outloud, although I think it is basically solid. The first was sort of amazing, and I think I am actually quite scary when I get to do paragraphs of Ginmoi ranting. I am unsurprised.
I sold a small number of books in the dealer's room, but more than most people it seemed and I will take that.
In other news, I am very taken with the HBO John Adams and the performances are excellent. All the major ones, and I must also note teh fellow who plays Thomas Jefferson, but it may be the writing as much as teh acting I am responding to there -- Jefferson is weird, conflicted, delicate, hypocritical, shy, vain and defensive all at once, and is presented as a character in which I can see my own flaws.