Still in London.
Trying not to buy TONS of, like, books and stuff.
By which I mean, “books.”
Flying back Sunday. Miss Judith SO much. Gah. I am worthless and weak. But madly in love.
Got my usual post-con illness and skludge. But I think that’s more to do with London’s weather than Warpcon at all.
Was supposed to meet up with some friends tonight, but I’d spent the afternoon finishing off Dr. Blink #2 in the Great Court of the British Museum, and it was pretty damn chilly there (if inspiring, and Chav-free). So I think I’m suffering for it at the moment.
Still, London does wonders for my storytelling. I’m not sure why, but it was here I got the idea for Dork Tower 29’s Jim, the Foul-Mouthed Irish Guinness Fairy. And it was here where Dork Tower 30 (my personal fave comic book, like, EVAR) fell into place.
London is one of my muses. What can I say.
It’s hard to feel insecure where, like, EVERY great Western writer passed through at one time or another. And since they all make , for example, Martin Amis’ writing look like Martin Kemp’s acting. IE, there’s not a lot of pressure on you, since even today’s greats don’t stack up…
Warpcon report still to come, but a HUGE personal thanks to Niamh, the loveliest Oirish lass, since like, time immemorial, who kept me company while the Steelers were being trounced by the Patriots. I was actively trying to avoid the game, as Pittsburgh playing Home Championship Games give me the kind of nightmarish flashbacks, cold sweats and twitching one usually associates with Veterans of Foreign Wars.
But Niamh was sweet, and (more importantly) saw me suffering, and dragged me off to a Cork disco where many other Warpconners went. (The Quad, the local drinking establishment we HAD been in, had the goddam game on EVERY feckin’ wide-screen TV available. So, like, I owe Niamh MANY drinks.)
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MUST say I bought a “Cork 2005” T-shirt for myself, but a MAGNIFICENT “fcek” T-shirt for Judith. SCORE!
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The latest “RPG Astrology” column is up at DyingEarth.con
I am VAMPIRE (they got my birthday just a bit off)
Vampire 23 November – 21 December
You’re the sign most in touch with your mystic side, partly because only coming out during the hours of darkness means you see the stars more than the rest of us. The stars advise you to curb your ambition and wake up and smell the coffee this year. Resolve to get up a bit earlier, maybe. A bright light in the sky in early January awakens your preternatural senses and forms the basis of your new religious cult. Red faces all round in February when you find out it’s the top of a new cellphone transmitter.
Not bad advice, really…
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Not much new music that I’m actively seeking out, here in London (home of the brash, outrageous and free). Downloaded the new Lemon Jelly from iTunes, and I’m comfortably sure that with the exchange rate, the new And You Shall Know Us By The Trail of Dead album works out at someting like $2,362.49 on Oxford Street, and is probably a tad cheaper in the States…
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Anyway, on another topic, lotsa questions about my Dad at Warpcon. Dad’s doing brilliantly, and in fact asked me to make him a compilation exercise CD off of my Titan of an iTunes collection.
It’s for his exercise class. He had kinda strict parameters, what with the warm-up, sweat and cool-off cycles. Nevertheless, I sneaked one or two tracks in there that I thought the class would get a kick out of.
So here it is, my weirdest compilation CD ever.
JOHN’S DAD’S EXERCISE CLASS MISH-MASH
Do You Think You Are? – Saint Etienne
Don’t Sleep In The Subway – Petula Clark
These Boots Are Made For Walking – Suede Shades
Since You’re Gone – The Cars
Heart Of Glass (Disco Version) – Blondie
Band of Gold – Bonnie Tyler
The Tra La La Song – The Banana Splits
More Than A Woman – Bee Gees
So Nice (Summer Samba) – Bebel Gilberto
Sunday Girl (French Version) – Blondie
Orange Blossom Special – Johnny Cash
Waterloo (French/Swedish Version) – ABBA
Get Down – Gilbert O’Sullivan
Girl’s Eyes – The Who
Venus – Shocking Blue
Good Vibrations – Brian Wilson
I Get The Sweetest Feeling – Jackie Wilson
Slap That Bass (Miguel Migs Petalpusher Remix) – Ella Fitzgerald & Miguel Migs
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And, since this is a short,”Yes, I’m Still Alive” post, here’s the obligatory Meme, yanked from LJ’s magnificent Abbagirl. I note this only because of the Karmic Seventh entry…
Peas, out,
John