Flotsam in the Ego Surf
Oh, right. As this online announcement reminds me, I’ll be in London, Ontario Thursday of next week to do a reading at Fanshawe College (which is doubtless a great place to hang out even if its name is a bit more reminiscent of my ex-mother’s than I would like). If you’re in the neighborhood, drop by. There’s bound to be a bar somewhere around there.
I had no idea I was being presented by the “Letters and Arts Society” until I saw the ad, though. Sounds prestigious. I should probably buy myself some pants.
Also, Blindsight appears to be the current front-runner in an ongoing poll of Poles for “best foreign sf/fantasy/horror release for 2008” (you’ll have to click the “Zobacz wyniki” button to see the current standings). That’s nice. It reminds me of the front-runner status Blindsight had back in online poles for the 2007 Hugos. But it’s always an honor to be nominated.
Now I’ve got to get ready for this weird-ass bondage workshop I’ve been roped into attending. Here’s hoping the hot water’s back on…
Roped into attending, you say.
>>>>>>> Are you the owner of a strangely-shaped posterior? <<<<<<>>>>> Refreshments will be served <<<<<<
HTML trouble. This is the full notice:
Are you the owner of a strangely-shaped posterior?
One side larger than the other? Do you resemble a Edwardian chiffarobe when you bend over? Can you do an impression of Stephen Harper with your buttocks?
Then come on down to Springdale Community Center this Tuesday for our WEIRD ASS BONDAGE Night! All are welcome! First-timers! Three-cheekers! C’mon down!
We’ll show you how to bind bottoms of all sizes and conformations, and have fun doing it. Bring just 12 dollars; we provide the rope …
See you at 8:00!
Refreshments will be served
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… Scratches head….
ex-mother?
I ought to study the English language more thoroughly. No matter how many books I read, there is always something I don’t get…
Is the bondage workshop the reason you have no pants?
And why do you hope the hot water ‘s back on?
Huh, you’re coming down this way of the province for a change. I may just have to grab the afternoon off work and nip over to London.
Congratulations on your article! Tell them we said they could have eliminated the big painting of DNA and had more text?
So tell us, my dear, about the bondage workshop. Was it in a public space, a basement with florescent lights, announced on local community bulletin boards? Or was it held in someone’s private home, where they share information and sell the attendees toys, like a Tupperware party, but with handcuffs instead of plastic dishware with lids?
A friend of mine went to an event (ladies only) in someone’s livingroom where they sold just every kind of sex toy a lady might like, and some so complex the hostess had to explain how to use them! She said the party was i>fascinating, especially if you had ever been to a Tupperware party in the past.
You’re actually winning in the 2nd category (whatever that is: Najlepsza książka zagraniczna). 😉
Chris Knall: best foreign book, I believe.
“Zobacz wyniki” = “See Results”
“Najlepsza książka zagraniczna” = “Best Foreign Book”
Shibari workshop = professionals don’t leave ropeburns. Hopefully someone had fun. 😉
Y.T. Said:
… Scratches head….
ex-mother?
I ought to study the English language more thoroughly. No matter how many books I read, there is always something I don’t get…
You don’t know my mother. If you did, believe me— you’d understand.
anonymous Said:
And why do you hope the hot water’s back on?
If you’ve ever taken a shower in 3°C water, you know the answer to that.
Mrs. Mole Said:
Congratulations on your article! Tell them we said they could have eliminated the big painting of DNA and had more text?
All I’m going to tell is, thanks for the glossy exposure.
So tell us, my dear, about the bondage workshop.
It wasn’t nearly as awkward as I’d feared. I learned how to make a flogger out of rope. Also there was a cat named Legacy.