Eventually I'll Write About...

Eventually I'll write about last weekend's Pratchett talk and dinner with gaudior, rush-that-speaks, weirdquark, and nineweaving, or about the giant origami crane I made, or about the project I have in the works to draw a trailer for the nonexistant movie of the (extant, and very good) Kushiel series by Jacqueline Carey, or about the good books I have been accidentally happening across lately, or about how it's suddenly turned to soup-weather (finally cold enough to want to eat the stuff for dinner), or about why fall is always my favorite time of year, or about how I can't believe I'm reading literary criticism on Post-Modernism for fun, or perhaps write some Shakespeare dribble or Harry Potter slash, or talk about taiji and what effect it has had on my body to go back to it seriously after not doing much for a year or so, or about how nice it was to meet irene_adler and how she makes the best bean soup, or about how Babylon 5 can tear me away from my own writing and why that's important.

But right now I'd just like to say that I don't like the US Postal service very much, because it didn't forward on one of my student loan bills for this month and I'll probably get slapped with a hefty late charge.

I'm signing up for automatic pay, but this is why I hate moving every three months. (I also couldn't find what box I put my stamps in when I went to go send in the form).