Brain jumble
Hello blog, nice to see ya, it’s been a long time, you’re just as lovely as you used to be…
Well, okay, it’s been maybe all of three days, but that’s a three-day break in my effort to blog every day, which I’d been managing to do somewhat successfully since mid-April or so. Now, I’m not sure that every post could lay claim to being something substantive and worth tuning in for (good grief, did I just say “tuning in”?), but it was sort of a discipline thing: making damn sure I wrote something every day. And I did… for about two months.
Frankly, I’m still a little bit brain-lagged from OVGE, which sounds kind of improbable, but I haven’t been sitting idle. I took 15 copies of VWORP!1 to OVGE and came back with 11. Not too bad since it was anything but a sci-fi convention (though the gigantic display of Star Trek games and the table full of mouth-wateringly rare Firefly memorabilia helped to blur the line a bit). So I had a moment of crazy and thought: hey, what if Tulsa Trek Expo isn’t the only sci-fi convention I could hit with this book? A visit to a really handy site called the Southern Fandom Resource Guide revealed that there were two sci-fi conventions, in August, practically in my back yard.
As a result, I can safely announce that there’ll be a table for theLogBook.com at GlitchCon 2012 in Bentonville, Arkansas, August 3rd, 4th and 5th – the first showing at a sci-fi convention for the site or its owner. (I know that sounds terribly unlikely, but it’s true: I’ve never been to a sci-fi or general-geek-audience convention. You’d think I would’ve been all over this sort of thing, but I’ve never been to one. It’s almost a pity that I’ll be stuck behind the table for the whole thing.) Since it’s kind of an all-interests geek gathering – bliss! – I’ll have both VWORP!1 and the Phosphor Dot Fossils DVDs, since I’ll be dealing with a whole new audience. I’m just a little bit excited about it.
There’s another convention two weeks later in Fort Smith that I’m less sure about – the lack of response I’ve gotten from them is a little too eerily reminiscent of my experience with the Trek convention in Tulsa. It seems a bit silly to miss a convention in the town where I grew up, but much like Tulsa, I can’t procure a table if they won’t even talk to me.
Other things worth a mention…
Hitchhiker’s Guide: The Live Radio Show. I can’t figure out if this is an awesome idea or ghoulishly exploitative. Honestly, I’m coming down on the “awesome” side of the fence, simply because the returning original cast members all seem to have a long-standing love of the material, and I’ve never once heard any of them complain about how the Hitchhiker’s Guide association was going to lead to typecasting. If anything, Simon Jones has spent so much of his career in a bathrobe (sorry, Brits: dressing gown) that he seems to relish it almost too much. I also don’t begrudge the Adams estate for finding new ways to repurpose and cash in, not one bit. I have yet to see any of the posthumous projects damage the story or Adams’ legacy*, so… when’s the American leg of this tour?
Days of Thunder. It’s bad enough going up against Miami, but going up against Miami and the refs? Sorry, OKC. Give it another shot next year. Getting into the finals is nothing to sneeze at.
Slim notsogoodbody. Obi is going to the vet today. He’s recently been losing weight, muscle tone and hair – the doofus cat is many things, but he should not be going bald, that’s my job. Thyroid issue? Food allergy? Parasite? Finally became too stupid to remember to eat? Whatever it is, I hope the big dumb cat errs on the side of cheap maladies. We need him around, but I’m worried that an expensive vet bill could be the other shoe that tap dances on our heads.
I’ll try to get back to routine blogging, but as you can see, I’ve had my hands just a little bit full.
* any more than “Mostly Harmless” already did.… Read more
It took a while, but Little E finally watched Star Wars all the way through over the weekend, over a meal of a homemade cheeseburger and some fries. He’s about the same age I was when I first saw it: four-going-on-five.
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It only took about four years (during which I’ve alternated between unemployment and nutty flip-flopping shifts, homeschooling and the boy being in day care full-time, madness, sadness, badness and blandness), but… it’s finally done.
I wish to report a troubling finding: for me, watching an episode of 
I recently dug up something from my past, just for laughs, to post on Facebook – namely, a newspaper article from over 10 years ago in which I’d been quoted. It took a bit of Googling to find the thing, and then I thought… why not save myself the trouble of looking this stuff up later if I need to?
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