rhivolution: Yves Adele Harlow from The Lone Gunmen, smiling. Text: 'YVES' (always on the run: Yves Adele Harlow)
Just as an FYI: Matt and I have safely returned to Glasgow along with all baggage (though slightly smushed but still edible boxes of US foodstuffs*) and raging cases of jetlag.

I have lots of thoughts about WisCon and stuff that's recently come out, which I will address later. Also, I'm really sad I missed the GOH speeches on Sunday--I've read them and they are both epic in different ways, both thoughts we should take to heart, and...I'm shitty at words right now. I did get to briefly meet and fangeek a little awkwardly at NK Jemisin.

I am sad about the death of Dr. Maya Angelou and irritated at the respectability politics that she's being used for already.

I am also angry, as those who follow me on Twitter know, about what went down in California and cannot really put thoughts together right now.

I am trying to read four or five books at once which is probably ill-advised.

I am really damn happy for [livejournal.com profile] lizzybees and S omg.

TO WORK TOMORROW, MY X-MEN.

* Realised I forgot to put this in the post: Cheezits, Cheetos, Quaker Oatmeal Squares, Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, and other bits and pieces.
rhivolution: band tour shirt showing Captain Picard with a guitar. Text is 'Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra September 1991' (language geek: TANAGRA '91!)
For those invested in the bag saga (I should have made a hashtag on Twitter, but I was too put out about it)--Bags arrived yesterday at about 1 pm.
Total time without bags: 42 hours. Time bags were apparently in Milwaukee but not out for delivery to us: 26 hours.

I would like to stop waking up before 8 am. Great for productivity, I guess, but not so fun overall.

I've set up my car rental this morning so hopefully that gets sorted.

The weather could be warmer jfc.

US Netflix streaming is an amazing thing. We've completely screwed up my mother's preference list though, oops.
rhivolution: Beverly Crusher in the captain's chair. Text reads 'Status report: no fucks left to give.' (all the fucks I do not give: Beverly Cru)
Safely in Milwaukee, after (all on the US side) flight cancellations, customer service queuing, delays getting to O'Hare (closest flight available), and epic bs. Sadly our bags are not here though, and so we are bumming around in pajamas for a while until the laundry is done.

At least there's that benefit to Hotel Mom. And this is why I never check my electronics.

Stay tuned for more Bag Saga.

by the way, jet lag is the reason I have been bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for about two hours already.
rhivolution: David Tennant does the Thinker (Default)
Back now. Completely wiped. Jet lag is like a hangover without the fun bit beforehand. And, in some semblance of utter dumbassery, I decided I should work tomorrow and Friday. I need to not be allowed to make decisions.

In better news, I neglected to mention that my copy of LeGuin's Always Coming Home came with me on my travels, and it's so very much a book that improves with the number of reads (I think this is my fourth). The first time or two, I was very much must piece together the narrative, and I'm finally past that point and to one where I can read it as the cultural anthropology as it's intended to be.

By the by, Matt got me the 40th anniversary edition of Left Hand of Darkness for our anniversary, bless him.

Losing coherence, but one last point: I intend to do an SOTP, if anyone from TR is interested. Please remind me to do so.