The Worldcon is going on in Denver. Closest one to home this millennium, but we can't make it. Life doth sucketh sometimes, no? And now, a musical interlude.
1) No More Magic, The Silent Years
2) Forever, Splitsville
3) St. Elsewhere, Gnarls Barkley
4) Hallelujah, Leonard Cohen
5) It's All Too Much, The Beatles
6) Cocksucker Blues, The Rolling Stones
7) Wachet Auf, Wendy Carlos (Switched-On Bach 2000)
8) That Great Love Sound (Dimitri Tikovoi Remix), The Raveonettes
9) Meet Your Rock Star, ToToM (N.E.R.D. - Rock Star + Nine Inch Nails - Meet your Master)
10) Dreaming Of Plum Trees, White Hinterland
and then that happened
11) Yeah Baby, The Fondas
12) Chris The Birthday Boy, Solex
13) If You Fall, Azure Ray
So I managed to be running late this morning and forgot to actually post this. Another day of too much standing on hard floors cutting recalcitrant substrates with a sliding cutter has left my shoulders and neck resentfully muttering at me, with the occasional scream of agony to make their point lucidly. Took Rohanna to the first ConTraception committee meeting this evening. She seems to have significantly more energy following the Taxol treatments than the previous regimen, which is a very good thing indeed. This was her fourth trip out of the house this week, including dining at Skies Restaurant at the Hyatt Crown Center to celebrate signing of the contract for ConQuesT 40. That's right, campers, a new hotel for ConquesT, connected to Crown Center via walkway and at the southern edge of the downtown area. And she went to work three days in a row.
Originally I was supposed to get up early Saturday to move the last of Ro's mother's furniture and appliances here from her apartment (her doctor told her she couldn't live alone any more, so she's moving in with Ro's daughter and family), but Sean has to work, so we're doing it Sunday at 1p. We get a sofabed, a freezer, a chest of drawers and a bunch of kitchen stuff to sort through.
And I was supposed to be getting my temporary upper plate this week, but never heard from the dentist's office. So I called this afternoon, and was told that the lab had no record of anything being made for me. My dentist is off this week to Pennsylvania for Pennsic (big SCA war, loser gets Pittsburgh [no, really!]), so his assistant is supposed to call me in the morning after she finds out what's happening (or not). This does not surprise me in the slightest. I am apparently a magnet for incompent, venal and/or generally fucktarded dentists, have been all my life. So my sojourn as a vampire meth addict continues, with no relief in sight.