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Not Dead!

Not dead! Had a wonderful time at Bubonicon—saving full report for when I get back from Worldcon this weekend, and can knock it all out at once.

I returned to 34 frogs in the pond. This is more frogs, by leaps and hops, than I have ever seen in the pond. I am stunned.  I don’t know if a crop of tadpoles all suddenly grew legs and climbed up on land at once or if the hot dry weather dried up a pond and they all found their way here, but…dude. Frogs. Frogs in extraordinary quantity. I find myself fretting—what will they eat? (Answer: Bugs, worms, each other.) They’re bronze frogs and Southern leopard frogs. The blacksnake has already come by for a meal.

I know it’ll all even itself out in time, and this is probably the boom and bust of a very young population cycle, but man, you walk to the compost heap and suddenly it’s all alarm calls and SPLASH SPLASH SPLOOSH! And when I look out my window, it is Frogtown.

There is also a nearly grown dragonfly nymph in the water barrel, which means no mosquito larvae and only a few enormous tadpoles. He is SOMETHING. I’m a little scared. There’s a stick so he can climb out, but dude.

And I had a facial yesterday, as my buddy Mur decided we were going to something girly before the Hugos, goddamnit. It was a helluva thing. My face is still a little stunned. There were all manner of goops and massaging and more goops and steam and I even had my ears massaged, which is really peculiar and has never happened before. (I assume it’s part of the thing, and that I didn’t just have Horrible Damaged Ears That Required Treatment At Once.)

I am only partly recovered from travel and now I get to do it again tomorrow, but it’ll be fine! I will lose with dignity and go to the Hugo Loser’s party and drink until I fall down. With dignity.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.



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My one regret about not being able to make it to Chicon this year is not being able to cheer you on at the awards. And see you with your litttle hugo rocket pin on your badge. Followed by having to buy a new suitcase so you can bring your hugo rocket home with you. Then reading about your adventures with the TSA explaining just why you have a rocket in your luggage.

What He Said. I knew I wouldn't be able to go this year, and hadn't planned to bother with a membership -- but when I heard you'd made the ballot, I bought a supporting membership for the express privilege of voting for Digger in the Hugos.

Well, and also for the chance to vote for a filk album in the Hugos, but Digger was the primary reason.

Thank you both so much! Even if I don't win---and we are the tiny indie offering against some really big (and deserving!) names---the outpouring from the fans has meant so much!

You (and Digger!) deserve every bit of that outpouring!

"... when I heard you'd made the ballot, I bought a supporting membership for the express privilege of voting for Digger in the Hugos.

Well, and also for the chance to vote for a filk album in the Hugos, but Digger was the primary reason."


Yes! This! (These?) Actually, I hadn't even known about Seanan until I bought my membership to vote for Ursula. But these, yes, yay!

(Note to self: Remember to pull out Digger filk at Necronomicon this year!)


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