June 6th, 2005

smirking half-hawk


This is a story of a boy, and the weekend he had.

Friday was a night made for loafing. I sat around, and managed to get a little bit of work done in the calendarizing-the-ipod project.

Saturday, I ran around preparing stuff for the Guelphening, and was almost ready when the punctual henchminion arrived. We managed to get somewhat lost, but we actually managed to get ourselves unlost, and arrived without having to ask for help - I consider this to be an accomplishment, as I had expected to end up in some place like Fergus or Angus.

Party good! I was a sangria making fiend all night, and much fun was had. Sangira has fibre, so it's healthy! Really! Also - I got more cheap swords! And cheese cleaver!

I am going to shoot the crappy air mattress though, and get a proper one from Crappy Tire or something. The one we have has gotten much, much worse since the last time I slept on it. Little sleep was had Saturday night.

Sunday was the Day of Four Cities. I woke up in Guelph where neeuqdrazil, night__watch, daenaris and I had slept, then went to Waterloo to have dim sum with the_nita, woodardp, witchiscist and journeying_dad. The food was good, and inexpensive compared to what I'm used to. After that, I dropped neeuqdrazil and night__watch back in Guelph, and drove daenaris to Hamilton.

Then I hung out at TAIASCHC (The appartment I am still calling Head Couch) with corwin77 and dairymilk, and some other people who don't have LJs for board games and Indian food.

On the way back home, I was running low on gas, so I fueled up in Oakville, and stopped in to see my parents (apparently it had been January;/February since I'd seen them in person), and introduced them to Circe.

I finally got home at about 10:40, and ended up staying up until midnight on LJ. 6 am hit hard. I dragged my heels getting ready, and would have driven except that a) today is a smog alert day, and b) there was bad traffic on the 401.

I am very much enjoying the freedom that is having a car, but for commuting when tired, the TTC still wins hands down. Mmm, sleep.


Three more books;

  • Robert Holdstock's "Iron Grail" - book two of the Merlin Codex. It's like Mythago wood, but with a a developed world and story. If you like his work, you will like this. It's weird and mythic and wonderful.

  • Tim Powers' "Declare" - Cold War with monsters. Again, Powers is very Powers in this book. I enjoyed it quite a bit. After my last Powers spree I was concerned that his books were all too similar ( I had read Anubis Gate and Last Call, and burned out part way through Earthquake Weather) - Declare restores my faith in Powers. I just need to not take out ALL of his books at once.

  • John Betancourt's Chaos and Amber - Betancourt tries to salvage the first book by explainingthe gaps and holes. He doesn't do a terrible job, but it's clear that he's apeing Roger Zelazny's style, and doing so poorly - the glory of Zelazny is that he leaves gaping holes in his plots, and yet, makes it work by sheer force of wonder and mythic power. Betancourt misses the boat. He follows too closely to the original Amber books, in that I frequently found myself thinking "When Corwin did/said that, it wasn't just blind stupidity, and it was cool." Betancourt's plot still requires the characters to be brutally and uncharacteristically stupid to ensure the survival of the story.