only intermittently obedient

Okay, so I was supposed to post this last night. But while I was sitting in the comfy chair at my sister's, selecting and uploading photos for inclusion, I glanced over at the computer desk in her dining room and realized something. Her printer is a scanner, too. There went my evening. Having never used it before, there was a delay while my niece tried to talk me through it on the phone. (Luckily, she was on her way home and not very far away.)

Scanned this year's photos. Figured what the hell and did last year's, too. Then came the rotating, cropping, and sharpening of editing. Here's an idea: why don't they just always give the sharpest image possible? At one point I had to delete all the stuff I'd saved and start over, because I'd started adjusting the exposure instead of the sharpness at some point I couldn't be bothered to determine when. Long story long - I left after 5am. But it's all uploaded now. Wheee!!

Some of the photos look blurry, but when you click them bigger they clear up. Shouldn't it be the other way round?

( And so it continues... )

( Holy cow - this time I _did_ forget the LJ cut! )



So, anyway - the poem explaining the non-standard photo of a fruit basket.
(Which I've left outside the cut, because I want all to see, so they may fear its might. Obviously. :> )



The Chicago Con Autograph Oddity
A Twitter Poem, by lisa

You signed my basket photo asking, “Why?”
“Because it’s cool,” was my reply
And, that's true enough, as far as it goes
But it’s ‘funky’ and ‘quirky’, too, Heaven knows

Files open – all my photos on view
That’s the one most reminds me of you
My camera, your hand
Wasn't that a winning plan?


While I waited in the line
My mental processes were fine
But thoughts once cogent quickly queered
As the interaction neared
My Sharpies clutched, my answers pat
All forgotten – just like that

So I rattled off some patter
That, in the end, seemed mostly natter
and walked away, slightly dazed
(Undoubtedly seeming completely crazed)
Thus, this effort to explain
What the *hell* goes on inside my brain

I hope this makes the matter clear
And perhaps I’ll see you again, next year
But to that end - a small request
Which of these would suit you best?

I frequent Garden, Museum, & Zoo
Which would most appeal to you?
There are flowers, animals, & art
In other words; pretty, dumb, or smart
Pick the one that does you suit
And I’ll go on a photo shoot

Please don’t think that I’m a stalker
I am just a lengthy talker
Plus, the drive from Chi to home
Gave me time to write this poem
Now let me end on praise un-fulsome
David Hewlett, *how* are you SO awesome?!


Got home. Unpacked. Started laundry. Called Walter, who was working overnight, and was convinced to post poem @David on Twitter. It didn't take much effort on his part. It took eleven open windows, all with a portion of the poem ready, so that I could hit Go on them all quickly, in the hope that there'd be no other person's tweet in the middle of my poetry. All went to plan, except the bit where I did them Number One - Number Eleven. I was supposed to do it in reverse order, so that it read from top to bottom on his Twitter feed (and mine). Oh, well. I'd been awake for 20 hours at that point, is my excuse. :grin: And I'm sure it got buried in the avalanche of disappointment when he pulled out of Dragon!Con, just a few hours later.

Well, that's it. Perhaps by the time the next con rolls around, I'll have recovered from this one. :D

Thought process for today: I'll write up Sunday's con report. It can't take longer than 20 minutes or so, as not much happened. OMG - I'M GOING TO BE LATE FOR WORK!!!!! (So, same as every other day, then - just insert different activity.) (I wasn't late, btw - I'm almost always only almost late.)

Some of the photos aren't the very best, but considering that I was in the tenth row, a lot of them came out better than I'd've imagined was possible. The slow of bandwidth might want to click and then go do something else for a bit. Like run a marathon. :)



( And so it begins )

Part Two tomorrow (one hopes). Joe autograph, Michael's talk, Michael and David autograph, and dessert party arty hijinks.

After leaving Kath and Sue and heading off to bed, I remember nothing. Apparently the bed (with its surfeit of pillows) is just as 'heavenly' as advertised. And the blackout curtains...BLOCK OUT ALL THE LIGHT!! I need those in my room at home. :)

( Friday morning... )

I'm for bed. Part Two (Andee and Christopher, cabaret and revisited bitchhood via O'Hare karaoke) tomorrow.

This will seem like a rant and a rambling one at that. The day got to the point where it was almost humorous, so take it in that spirit. It was irksome at the time, but now I can see the funny in it.

( begin the bitching )