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Wanna Wrapup?
Apr. 19th, 2015 09:41 amVery Quick Wrapup:
Went to 221B Con. Had great time. Came home to find endless wank online that is, when you parse it out, all over a single panel and 5 shit-stirrers out of 700 people. So put that in perspective.
At least two of the stirrers are now banned from 221B (and, if they have sense, Sherlock Seattle and GridlockDC) for taking video of an 18+ panel without the panelists' knowledge, and hosting it on YouTube.
So there's that. What there was also was a very good con that I hope will be well over the wank by next year.
Since then, however, I've had to adult at Full Speed Ahead. The night I came back, Mulder ate a piece of tape and we had to catch him and pull it out with forceps. Then Sherlock (who had so prettily told me she missed me and wanted my attention) was discovered to have nasty weeping crud on her ears - bad enough that when I took her to the vet on Tuesday, the vet freaked out and started shouting "Is there anything like that on you? ANYTHING AT ALL?" (.... No....) Should there be? He thinks it's ringworm and now Sherlock is furious I'm home because her ears get wiped with hydrogen peroxide and antibacterial fungicide twice a day. It's been 6 days and one ear is still slightly bleeding. That's freaking me out.
Pause for Scintillation of Scions meeting and forgetting to get the meeting announcements for Tin Box out for a full week and we catch up to a guy delivering mulch to M who decided that he just couldn't put it where it was last year, so he was going to dump it all over the driveway.
Seriously. There's a huge load of mulch cutting off my driveway. M says she's dealing with it, but I really want to know the name of the company so I can grab the phone and snap "I am the homeowner at X address and who gave your personnel the authority to cut off my house from emergency services? Get his ass over here with a shovel and an apology IMMEDIATELY."
And if this wasn't enough, I've got some bizarre flame war going on in a blog. Basically, the blog posted something with the word "whinny." There was a thread of horse jokes. By the time I posted, I more or less said "Point, point, comment, [quote with whinny] "The horse joke has already been made, so I'll go on to" point, point, comment."
To my utter befuddlement, someone has chosen this as their hill to die on. Multiple comments to me and others focus not at all on the points I was making but the bit about "the horse joke has already been made." Apparently this means that I lack imagination, am angry at the other people on the horse thread (which I participated in), am trying to hurt all their feelings, and have fiat declared that There Can Never Be Another Horse Joke Ever. Trying to explain has only made this person double down - apparently saying "someone else said it first and better" is... insulting? To that person? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
Why the fuck I do I have to deal with bullshit like this, I'm busy with real shit.
Oh, and I have con crud. Although not the super special deluxe con crud, which at this con was stomach flu. I credit taking lots of Vitamin C at the con and a vitamin C plus a berroca a day after the con for not being knocked on my ass.
On the upside, I've sold another essay. On the downside, the editor would really like to see it in 72 hours. A week, max.
And that's the wrapup, kids. I highly recommend you read Breakthrough: How One Teen Innovator Is Changing the World by Jack Andraka. A complex story thinly told at about a 12-year-old level, but you'll never get a better description of the hurdles of science and high school nerdery.
Went to 221B Con. Had great time. Came home to find endless wank online that is, when you parse it out, all over a single panel and 5 shit-stirrers out of 700 people. So put that in perspective.
At least two of the stirrers are now banned from 221B (and, if they have sense, Sherlock Seattle and GridlockDC) for taking video of an 18+ panel without the panelists' knowledge, and hosting it on YouTube.
So there's that. What there was also was a very good con that I hope will be well over the wank by next year.
Since then, however, I've had to adult at Full Speed Ahead. The night I came back, Mulder ate a piece of tape and we had to catch him and pull it out with forceps. Then Sherlock (who had so prettily told me she missed me and wanted my attention) was discovered to have nasty weeping crud on her ears - bad enough that when I took her to the vet on Tuesday, the vet freaked out and started shouting "Is there anything like that on you? ANYTHING AT ALL?" (.... No....) Should there be? He thinks it's ringworm and now Sherlock is furious I'm home because her ears get wiped with hydrogen peroxide and antibacterial fungicide twice a day. It's been 6 days and one ear is still slightly bleeding. That's freaking me out.
Pause for Scintillation of Scions meeting and forgetting to get the meeting announcements for Tin Box out for a full week and we catch up to a guy delivering mulch to M who decided that he just couldn't put it where it was last year, so he was going to dump it all over the driveway.
Seriously. There's a huge load of mulch cutting off my driveway. M says she's dealing with it, but I really want to know the name of the company so I can grab the phone and snap "I am the homeowner at X address and who gave your personnel the authority to cut off my house from emergency services? Get his ass over here with a shovel and an apology IMMEDIATELY."
And if this wasn't enough, I've got some bizarre flame war going on in a blog. Basically, the blog posted something with the word "whinny." There was a thread of horse jokes. By the time I posted, I more or less said "Point, point, comment, [quote with whinny] "The horse joke has already been made, so I'll go on to" point, point, comment."
To my utter befuddlement, someone has chosen this as their hill to die on. Multiple comments to me and others focus not at all on the points I was making but the bit about "the horse joke has already been made." Apparently this means that I lack imagination, am angry at the other people on the horse thread (which I participated in), am trying to hurt all their feelings, and have fiat declared that There Can Never Be Another Horse Joke Ever. Trying to explain has only made this person double down - apparently saying "someone else said it first and better" is... insulting? To that person? Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
Why the fuck I do I have to deal with bullshit like this, I'm busy with real shit.
Oh, and I have con crud. Although not the super special deluxe con crud, which at this con was stomach flu. I credit taking lots of Vitamin C at the con and a vitamin C plus a berroca a day after the con for not being knocked on my ass.
On the upside, I've sold another essay. On the downside, the editor would really like to see it in 72 hours. A week, max.
And that's the wrapup, kids. I highly recommend you read Breakthrough: How One Teen Innovator Is Changing the World by Jack Andraka. A complex story thinly told at about a 12-year-old level, but you'll never get a better description of the hurdles of science and high school nerdery.
