Recent

fiddledragon was here for the weekend; went to a roundsing with her and some SWIL folk I didn't know and had a lovely time. I've never been to a roundsing, but I want to keep going back for them. Singing trains my ear--it's been lagging lately when trying to pick up new songs--and makes my heart happy.

Recently also settled my con-and-going-to-Bryn-Mawr-in-the-spring schedule; that is now a public post such that people may plan for my illustrious presence.

Also watched a truly amazing piece of televison, four episodes of the short-lived TV series "Wonderfall." A girl with a degree from Brown, working on the Buffalo side of Niagra falls (closer to Canada in spirit and land and people than some United States marked out on a map) in a kitch store and gaining a great inferiority complex. And then the kitch starts offering her unexplained mystical advice.

( Why this show causes me exquisite pain )

( Why this show causes me joy )

In other news, I am sick; I caught something from Rush-that-Speaks.
It involves:
- sounding like Stephen Hawking's voice synthesizer for most of the day without any of the super-physics-genius benefits.
- sleeping for vast quantities of time, getting up for half an hour, then being so exhausted that you go and sleep for another five hours or so straight. My joints feel like they have the flexibility of taffy left out in the sun too long.

If I do not come to the phone or appear online for several days, that is why.

Note to self: return Rax's comics when I return to the land of the living.