Returned home last night, and now crazy week ahead with day job and getting ready to head out for Balticon. Scheduling back to back trips out of town wasn't the greatest idea I've ever had, but was the only way schedules worked out, and I'm glad we went before the Cape descended into the madness of high season.
May. 19th, 2009
I'll be at Balticon this weekend. Look for me at one of the following panels, or find me in the dealer's room or bar.
Saturday, 1PM
A Cheat of Crooks: Patricia Bray, Hal Haag, 2009 Compton Crook Winner, Maria V. Snyder, Mark L. Van Name
Saturday, 2PM
Liars Panel: Charles Stross, Patricia Bray, Mark L. Van Name, Jonathan Maberry. (Come, see if you can tell when I'm lying. The better you are at guessing, the more I'll have to donate to charity.)
Saturday, 4PM
Bheer and Other Libations in SF: Patricia Bray, Joshua Palmatier, Patrick Thomas, Brian Koscienski, Chris Pisano
Saturday, 1PM
A Cheat of Crooks: Patricia Bray, Hal Haag, 2009 Compton Crook Winner, Maria V. Snyder, Mark L. Van Name
Saturday, 2PM
Liars Panel: Charles Stross, Patricia Bray, Mark L. Van Name, Jonathan Maberry. (Come, see if you can tell when I'm lying. The better you are at guessing, the more I'll have to donate to charity.)
Saturday, 4PM
Bheer and Other Libations in SF: Patricia Bray, Joshua Palmatier, Patrick Thomas, Brian Koscienski, Chris Pisano
Notes from vacation
May. 19th, 2009 11:45 pmWhen packing for the weekend getaway to the Cape, I brought clothes for all sorts of weather conditions, and apparently left about half my brain cells at home, including most of the ones that deal with language.
The first sign came shortly after our arrival, when we ventured out to a nearby bar for a pre-dinner drink.
T: "You've turned pensive."
Me: "No, I was just thinking."
T kindly waited a whole minute before cracking up.
On Saturday, while out on the whale watch cruise, I was wondering if T was cold and wanted to move to the glassed-in deck. "You okay?" I asked. "Because, you know, you've got 50% less pants than I do." Having forgotten the word for shorts, I'd improvised.
Aphasia hit its peak on Monday morning, as we took a drive out to Race Point. Spotting the airport, I said, "Oh look, there's the...." and then, having no words to what I was seeing, I made an extravagant hand gesture as if I was smoothing the top of a table.
"Airport? Planes?" T guessed.
"Runway!" I exclaimed triumphantly, repeating the hand gesture. "Because, you know, it's flat!
Next trip I'll bring fewer clothes... and a dictionary.
The first sign came shortly after our arrival, when we ventured out to a nearby bar for a pre-dinner drink.
T: "You've turned pensive."
Me: "No, I was just thinking."
T kindly waited a whole minute before cracking up.
On Saturday, while out on the whale watch cruise, I was wondering if T was cold and wanted to move to the glassed-in deck. "You okay?" I asked. "Because, you know, you've got 50% less pants than I do." Having forgotten the word for shorts, I'd improvised.
Aphasia hit its peak on Monday morning, as we took a drive out to Race Point. Spotting the airport, I said, "Oh look, there's the...." and then, having no words to what I was seeing, I made an extravagant hand gesture as if I was smoothing the top of a table.
"Airport? Planes?" T guessed.
"Runway!" I exclaimed triumphantly, repeating the hand gesture. "Because, you know, it's flat!
Next trip I'll bring fewer clothes... and a dictionary.