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Monday, June 27, 2005
It is mighty quiet in the 100 acre woods today. Over the weekend, the two men who voiced Piglet and Tigger died. John Fiedler and Paul Winchell, you gave the voices the joy and worry and smallness and bounciness needed. Thank you.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
It is with the greatest sadness that I tell you that my friend Pat York was killed in a car accident over the long weekend. I mostly felt that I blogged for her. She always checked my blog and sent me comments, or send me hints that I hadn't been blogging enough. :-) She was a lovely, kind, talented woman of strength and wisdom. Not having her in my life is a difficult thing to face and I'm mostly refusing to believe it. I can say and write the words, but believing them are another thing altogether.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Bought my plane ticket to Glasgow for this summer and the World Science Fiction Convention. Will be visiting Belfast and doing lots of sightseeing in Glasgow as well. Must find Iain Banks, the Glenfiddich Gran Reserva, 21 year old, which is finished in Havana rum barrels and lots of Charles Rennie Mackintosh.
Friday, April 29, 2005
One of the best things about my job is the fact that it is Mac based and I have iTunes all day long. My latest fave radio station is AM1710 Antioch, an old time radio show station - commercials and all!! Very funny to hear all the 'research laden' selling of cigarettes, cars and oil-based products. You get the occasional bit of music but most of it is old radio plays. Life of Riley, Suspense, the Whistler, Speed Gibson, Sargeant Preston of the Yukon, the Lone Ranger, Magic Island.
Thursday, April 28, 2005
Life was very strange on April 8, 2005. I was in New York City, attending the World Horror Convention. Not paying particular attention, I took the offered small black wheelie luggage from the driver of the Super Shuttle I had taken from La Guardia. Got to my room, unzipped the luggage and the first thought was "I don't remember packing that shirt", then "I don't remember owning that shirt" followed quickly by "holy crap this isn't my luggage". I started off by contacting the shuttle company but either no one was going to answer the phone or, when I did get to speak to someone, found I was in clear violation of all that was right and decent by not having a reservation with them (I saw the shuttle, asked if they went to my hotel, got in, paid). With a glass of champagne in hand and a name on the bag's airport tag, I put my Trixie Belden skills to work and found the owner, who was staying at the nearby Novotel. He, too, had been having a bit of trouble contacting the shuttle company to let them know of the problem. We met up later that night to exchange bags, at the Novotel bar. Turns out he was a professional photographer from Brisbane, Australia, doing shoots in the States and all of his camera equipment was in his luggage. To say he was happy to get it all back is an understatement. He bought me drinks and we talked for hours. BTW, Clinton, if you do get to Cuba, the place I was talking about was Playa Giron and you absolutely cannot miss going to the cemetery in Havana, especially the grave of Amelia Goyri de la Hoz.
Thursday, March 17, 2005
You know how it is, life will get in the way of blogging. Of course, you can blog about the life stuff but I don't think I'll go down that road again, thank you very much.
Monday, February 28, 2005
I don't think I've told you all about this comic site - a behind the scenes type thing of running a science fiction convention. All too, too painfully true.