
We have Weather (possibly still incoming, but Weather). My brain seems to have short-circuited. The rest of my evening has been cancelled.
In other news, my paper for AussieCon is the right length. I knew we had Weather because I read it aloud and the words didn't want to work. While the words slid around lazily, I pondered the joys of migraines. So my paper makes no sense and has no conclusion, but it's the right length. If there's anyone not going to AussieCon who would like to have a quick read and tell me why it makes no sense, I would be very grateful. You don't need to know how to pronounce Feuchtwangler to read my paper, but it helps.
In other, other news, since I've received a bunch of emails asking, the launch of Baggage is at 1 pm Thursday 2 September, Borders South Wharf, 20 Convention Centre Place, South Wharf.
In other, other, other news there may be medlar or cherry liqueur (mine own) at a CSFG function at AussieCon. We're sorting out transport. What I need to do next is find the right sized box.
In other, other, other, other news, I've run out of writers to badger about Baggage, so you now have to wait until I can read more Angry Robot books before there's anything interesting on the blog.
In other, other, other, other, other news I no longer own 96 herbs and spices. I've had a bit of a cooking spree and I'm under fifty. Still no epazote or spikenard. With epazote I can do amazing bean dishes and with spikenard I can do astoundingly delicious hypocras, but if they're not readily available, then they're not. My local magic shop has spikenard, actually, but when I said I wanted to cook with it, they wouldn't sell it to me because it's not food grade.
In other, other, other, other, other, other news I have thought very carefully and decided that Paul Davies is a better explainer of physics to people like me than Brian Cox. And whenever I have my time travel sorted, someone gives me a new theory that's related to the previous ones but has all-new problems. So I don't have my time travel sorted and my dreams are filled with wormholes.
In other, other, other, other, other, other, other news... there is none. I just wanted to see if you would read 'other, other, other, other, other, other, other.'