I hear there's trouble in Shangri-La...

I don't know what to say about the WisCon PTB firmly deciding on the Elizabeth Moon thing.

I'm not particularly relieved, because honestly, I didn't think they'd get around to doing something. Or at the very least, I didn't think they'd get around to doing something without alienating people even MORE than had already happened. (As the child of an alcoholic, I am now and have always been a massive cynic. If I expect people to let me down, then I won't be as hurt when they do.)

There's still this massive fucking divide! How can we be okay when all this shit has gone down and people are hurting?

Please note that I'm not calling anyone out in particular. I'm just stunned at the amount of work that needs to be done, yet. This is not the fuck over.

(Also, it'll be interesting to see what will happen in mainstream SF in response to this. [sigh])

I again hat-tip nisi_la for her grace and forbearance, by the way. She deserves the GoH accolade.

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I remain angry on the WisCon topic and I am not sure how to channel this anger into something productive that will be beneficial instead of just me me me me me. Working on it.

The post on UK psychiatry is still in the works, I promise. This week's just become intensely hairy thanks to the job application and the OAD wrapup. Speaking of, that's going into a finalish edit tomorrow, I think. I've come to the mindset that it will not be perfect ever, and therefore the Smith College axiom applies: Done Is Better Than Good.

I have also learned that I should never be a television presenter because I can't memorize lines for love or money, and thus my closing sequence is a bit pish.

And tomorrow I need to vote, and see about when would be best to get down to Birmingham, and figure out where to start with my defence essay, and learn to spell defense as defence...yeah.