![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Stuff, writing and grousing
Sun, Aug. 29th, 2004 10:59 amStuff
Yesterday was errand day, with brick-and-mortar errands run to the post office, the bank, the drug store and the grocery store, and virtual errands run to the WorldCon site, LiveJournal, SFF.net, and a couple of poetry market Web sites.
Last night I attended yet another in the planned string of Fabulous![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
frabjousdave Farewell Fetes out in Bellevue. Many good people. Much fun. And man-kissing. Good heavens, how corrupt we are!
Writing
Today, as I informed a Regular Correspondent, is all about wordage. I spent more time on the Web this AM than was necessary (because it was fun) researching Elvis' life after death, which has resulted in a poem that will be read at WorldCon and will be put in the mail tomorrow. The rest of the day will be spent doing laundry while revising the story I want to read at the con. And there may be more poetry; it feels like that kind of day.
Grouse of the Day
MH came by and hung out on Friday night; we watched Chicago, which he'd never seen. He'd spent the afternoon fixing and riding his motorcycle, and walked in the door smelling strongly of motor oil and sweat. He then proceeded to collapse on my couch, though I offered the use of my shower first. My couch now smells like MH did. ::grumble:: The windows are open, the upholstery has been sprayed with Febreze, but I'm concerned. There may be professional upholstery cleaning after WorldCon. ::grump grump grump::
Yesterday was errand day, with brick-and-mortar errands run to the post office, the bank, the drug store and the grocery store, and virtual errands run to the WorldCon site, LiveJournal, SFF.net, and a couple of poetry market Web sites.
Last night I attended yet another in the planned string of Fabulous
frabjousdave Farewell Fetes out in Bellevue. Many good people. Much fun. And man-kissing. Good heavens, how corrupt we are!Writing
Today, as I informed a Regular Correspondent, is all about wordage. I spent more time on the Web this AM than was necessary (because it was fun) researching Elvis' life after death, which has resulted in a poem that will be read at WorldCon and will be put in the mail tomorrow. The rest of the day will be spent doing laundry while revising the story I want to read at the con. And there may be more poetry; it feels like that kind of day.
Grouse of the Day
MH came by and hung out on Friday night; we watched Chicago, which he'd never seen. He'd spent the afternoon fixing and riding his motorcycle, and walked in the door smelling strongly of motor oil and sweat. He then proceeded to collapse on my couch, though I offered the use of my shower first. My couch now smells like MH did. ::grumble:: The windows are open, the upholstery has been sprayed with Febreze, but I'm concerned. There may be professional upholstery cleaning after WorldCon. ::grump grump grump::