The State of the Nea
May. 13th, 2007 08:04 amBuncha little things:
There is a definite rash around the tick bite. Since I show no other signs of Lyme, Rocky Mt Spotted Fever, or Hoof & Mouth, I figure I can wait until regular hours on Monday to call my doctor. Which I *will do.*
There are a great number of things that I should be doing this weekend, and I'm spending a fair chunk of it packing and planning for Media*West instead. I finally figured out just why I'm so hyped - M*W is the kind of con that is always more fun with an active fandom, and I haven't had a really active fandom for a very long time, since Kung Fu - The Legend Continues. And I haven't had a really hot fandom since Quantum Leap, and I'm thinking that Who shows all the signs of being very hot this year. Who and Heroes, that's my prediction; the Stargate franchise has been white-hot for years, but it was losing momentum last year while Who was gaining visible traction.
Sunday 7:
This is getting harder and harder to do. In the beginning I had a lot of enthusiasm; now it seems like I'm the only one talking about it and that makes it much harder to keep up the energy. However, I am absolutely, positively, DETERMINED not to give up. The idea of combing out the drawer-thing in the office was too depressing (I have no idea why); tackling bedroom, library, or basement too daunting; and I'm keeping the bathroom for the next two weeks because it'll be so easy to get my 7 out of there in the short and distracted weeks before I go to Media*West.
So that left the hall closet. Now mind you, I'm a luggage lush. A suitcase slut, a tote tart, a handbag hussy - any way you want to phrase it, I'm a sucker for carryalls and they wereall mostly* shoved into the hall closet. In the end, I didn't get rid of many coats (yes, you do need several coats, just as you really do need at least three pairs of black shoes) or umbrellas (I figure losing them will deal with the stack through attrition) but I really did a number on the bags. There's an overflowing box to be freecycled on the hearth with 1 overnighter bag, 2 backpacks, 4 purses, and 4 briefcases. (It is possibly symptomatic that I kept only one briefcase and one spare purse but two overnighters and a weekender, plus two canvas bags of indeterminate size and description.)
*This is not counting the basket of canvas & nylon totes in my bedroom that has already been as combed as it's going to get, and the wheeled luggage in the basement that will go on the block when I get there.
There is a definite rash around the tick bite. Since I show no other signs of Lyme, Rocky Mt Spotted Fever, or Hoof & Mouth, I figure I can wait until regular hours on Monday to call my doctor. Which I *will do.*
There are a great number of things that I should be doing this weekend, and I'm spending a fair chunk of it packing and planning for Media*West instead. I finally figured out just why I'm so hyped - M*W is the kind of con that is always more fun with an active fandom, and I haven't had a really active fandom for a very long time, since Kung Fu - The Legend Continues. And I haven't had a really hot fandom since Quantum Leap, and I'm thinking that Who shows all the signs of being very hot this year. Who and Heroes, that's my prediction; the Stargate franchise has been white-hot for years, but it was losing momentum last year while Who was gaining visible traction.
Sunday 7:
This is getting harder and harder to do. In the beginning I had a lot of enthusiasm; now it seems like I'm the only one talking about it and that makes it much harder to keep up the energy. However, I am absolutely, positively, DETERMINED not to give up. The idea of combing out the drawer-thing in the office was too depressing (I have no idea why); tackling bedroom, library, or basement too daunting; and I'm keeping the bathroom for the next two weeks because it'll be so easy to get my 7 out of there in the short and distracted weeks before I go to Media*West.
So that left the hall closet. Now mind you, I'm a luggage lush. A suitcase slut, a tote tart, a handbag hussy - any way you want to phrase it, I'm a sucker for carryalls and they were
*This is not counting the basket of canvas & nylon totes in my bedroom that has already been as combed as it's going to get, and the wheeled luggage in the basement that will go on the block when I get there.