See You Next Wednesday
Someone asked me to blog so, of course, I can't think of anything to write. I am spending the weekend in bliss: traces of Botanicus Perfectus, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
, coffee, Dungeons & Dragons
, good cooking, I'm Sorry I Haven't a Clue
, JJJ FM, road trips and Saxby's ginger beer; all bundled up with Emma.
Gardens very neat.
Thanks to Dave's motor mower the "property looks well cared for". (Ha!) Yes, we've had another "good inspection" with only "mould slightly to ceiling" against us. I think I can fairly attribute "toilet still not done, still running - quite noisey" to Nick. He has restored the old not-working-properly innards to the cistern and promised to come back when the new not-working-at-all innards are fixed. (Double Ha!) He also suggested I phone him if there are any other maintenance problems instead of going through the Real Estate Agent. Ho ho ho, what a funny fellow.
He doesn't even live around the corner.
Nick, the handyman*, turned up yesterday while I was renovating the colour of my links. He fixed the light fitting in the bathroom after phoning a friend called "Sparky". Then he overfixed the toilet cistern. It used to be the inlet valve would not completely close because the float arm touched the top of the cistern before it was filled, leading to a constant hydrodynamic noise in the background of our domestic life. Now, instead, all is quiet (which is good) because no water flows into the cistern at all (which is not good). All this only two weeks after he said he would do it; which was a month after he was asked to do it; which was two months after the problem was reported to the Real Estate Agent, the second time.
*Actual man may not be handy.
The plan worked!
I love hugging Emma.Also, Supernova.
The other part of the plan worked too. I went to panels with Marjean Holden
, Richard Hatch
and Gates McFadden
. I bought some comics called Knight-Edge
which Gary Lau kindly signed. (He offered. What was I going to say, No?) I watched the cosplay
competition with Emma and Linda. And finally Emma, Gavin, Linda, Simon and I all went to the Fabulous Fantasy Features
. (I stayed awake for the trailers but I missed most of the feature.)
On Sunday after breakfast Linda and Simon returned to Supernova while Emma, Gavin and I went to see Night Watch
which was excellent (I stayed awake throughout). Easy premise, interesting story, good climax with a sensible twist; and very clever subtitles. (If you see it, stay for the Night Watch 2
teaser in the credits.) Then I took Linda and Simon home (via Newtown and a cuppa with Michael, Joanne and Nils).
Leave work as soon as I wish. Gather Linbot from Mawson and proceed to Ainslie to intercept Simonster. When three people are in my car, drive it to a hotel on Pitt Street in Sydney. Locate Emma-sensai and synchronize hugs. Later: Supernova.
Back to work.
Emma has returned to the Pirate House, but I will see her next week at Supernova
. I took two days off work last week and we pretty much spent Thursday at home
and Friday out
before Saturday's RPGmeetup
Jon called to catch up as Silence is Golden
is in post production and he had an evening free for chin wagging. His life has been hectic over the last five weeks even without producing a film and it was good to catch up.
Now I must sleep as I have work in the morning. I miss Emma.
Give up winning and losing and find joy.We
played D&D for a long time and everyone went to bed. People had brilliant ideas and said funny things, but I can't recall them right now for I am a sleepy-head. Later I will have no excuse, but I still won't remember because my memory is poor. But I have a general feeling of having had a good time so I will go with it. (Also, Emma was involved so that's a winner right there.) Hopefully other people will write about it here
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981).
Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman