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Aug. 30th, 2005 12:32 pmYesterday was completely bizarre. I am tired just thinking about it.
Let me start with the good news. All my Louisiana friends seem to be safe. No-one knows if they have a home to return to, but they are safe in Georgia and Mississippi. Which means they are wet. Very wet. But safe. I can't say the word "safe" often enough today.
I went to BigW and got me a new monitor and then I went to Dick Smith and sorted out my printer issues. Two separate trips. You never ever ever want to carry a monitor home on foot. Trust me on this.
The first thing I printed was 7 copies of one of the various Holy Grails. It's symbolic of something, but I don't know what. Maybe the fact that I am teaching Grail tales on Thursday. I am teaching magic on Sunday at the Writers' Centre and didn't print out anything for that.
It is going to be a totally awesome teaching week, I have to admit. My last teaching for a fair while, but awesome nonetheless. Going out in style, or something.
The other thing from Monday kind of backs that up. The ACT Writers' Centre and ABC radio somehow got together and decided that I was going to be interviewed. So I was. I gave my special formula on how to spot a badly designed magic system in a novel - if you want to know what it is you will have to turn up on Sunday. You could always find someone who heard my interview, but, since I didn't get much notice, I didn't tell people.
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fred_bear also has friends affected by Katrina, she came over to dinner (in fact, the cooked - I merely opwened jars and provided stray ingredients) and we sat online together, saying rude things to my publisher (why do things behind someone's back when to their face gets a much better reaction?) and checking webcams and news and all sorts. Kind of a wake - having fun while being worried. I brought Boozoo out of hiding and was told from the safety of Texas (you don't know how *glad* I am that my publisher is no longer in Louisiana) that he needed alcohol. <lj users='fred_bear"> didn't want alcohol and I wasn't quite sure if I did, so we denied my resin margharita-driniking alligator even a port. We are plain mean. Besides, we had both had hot chocolate made from a seventeenth century recipe and it has just the biggest wake-me-up effects of anything I have ever tasted.
I also had more messages to the world from think.com, but they were relatively small, so I will post them with my final wrap-up of the festival one day when I find some energy. All I can say is that I am going to miss getting stickies telling me to listen to this theme tune or asking me what I do when I'm bored.
Let me start with the good news. All my Louisiana friends seem to be safe. No-one knows if they have a home to return to, but they are safe in Georgia and Mississippi. Which means they are wet. Very wet. But safe. I can't say the word "safe" often enough today.
I went to BigW and got me a new monitor and then I went to Dick Smith and sorted out my printer issues. Two separate trips. You never ever ever want to carry a monitor home on foot. Trust me on this.
The first thing I printed was 7 copies of one of the various Holy Grails. It's symbolic of something, but I don't know what. Maybe the fact that I am teaching Grail tales on Thursday. I am teaching magic on Sunday at the Writers' Centre and didn't print out anything for that.
It is going to be a totally awesome teaching week, I have to admit. My last teaching for a fair while, but awesome nonetheless. Going out in style, or something.
The other thing from Monday kind of backs that up. The ACT Writers' Centre and ABC radio somehow got together and decided that I was going to be interviewed. So I was. I gave my special formula on how to spot a badly designed magic system in a novel - if you want to know what it is you will have to turn up on Sunday. You could always find someone who heard my interview, but, since I didn't get much notice, I didn't tell people.
Because
fred_bear also has friends affected by Katrina, she came over to dinner (in fact, the cooked - I merely opwened jars and provided stray ingredients) and we sat online together, saying rude things to my publisher (why do things behind someone's back when to their face gets a much better reaction?) and checking webcams and news and all sorts. Kind of a wake - having fun while being worried. I brought Boozoo out of hiding and was told from the safety of Texas (you don't know how *glad* I am that my publisher is no longer in Louisiana) that he needed alcohol. <lj users='fred_bear"> didn't want alcohol and I wasn't quite sure if I did, so we denied my resin margharita-driniking alligator even a port. We are plain mean. Besides, we had both had hot chocolate made from a seventeenth century recipe and it has just the biggest wake-me-up effects of anything I have ever tasted.
I also had more messages to the world from think.com, but they were relatively small, so I will post them with my final wrap-up of the festival one day when I find some energy. All I can say is that I am going to miss getting stickies telling me to listen to this theme tune or asking me what I do when I'm bored.