home again, home again, jiggity-jig

i'm back from Michigan, the weather is gorgeous, and the cats didn't leave me even one "gift" while i was gone. it was a singularly pleasant flight, mostly empty and utterly uneventful. initially, however, i was seated next to Dossie Easton, the author of several very interesting books, none of which i have actually read but all of which i had heard of from assorted people. we had a brief but enjoyable conversation about regional reactions to snow, the SCA, science fiction conventions, and the pathologization of alternative sexualities, but we parted ways shortly before takeoff to enjoy the luxury of whole rows to ourselves.

the funniest part, really (aside from the fact that she initially mistook me for a lesbian -- now i'm fooling the experts! i really must ponder the meaning of this...) was that i spotted her for a therapist the second i sat down. either i've seen too many of them, or they emit some sort of secret therapist vibe that, like dog whistles, i can perceive. (except i can't hear dog whistles anymore, which is actually rather a relief.)

things i forgot to mention while in Ann Arbor

1. i finally got to meet stoat, whom i've known peripherally via t.b/nerdsholm for years but never really talked to or anything. i vote for her!

2. best. corned. beef. hash. ever.

3. right down the street from wisn, there's a building with a big sign that says "FRENCH INSURANCE". it took me several readings to catch on that the name of the guy in charge is probably "french". you can imagine what other possibilities ran through my tiny little brane.

4. more guys checked me out while i was in Ann Arbor than have in the last year in SF.

5. every time i visit AjD, one of my ear piercings gets infected. i think it's because he has cooties.

6. i am deeply grateful to vampyr for not vomiting on me or my stuff, since he managed to hit everything else in my immediate vicinity.

oh my.

i've just been asked to be a "Nielsen Family".

this could be even more fun than hopelessly skewing some poor beer company's market research, simply by being completely honest.

my quotable ex, vol. 1

"Oooooo, dont' remind me about the wedding! I will never do anything like that again. If I do remarry, I'm not telling anyone. I might not even be in on it." -- prs

of course, he's all the fuck over my quote file anyway, under various spellings of his name and sometimes paraphrased by the large and terrifying Skip.