So, today I managed to wake up reasonably early, which considering what with packing etc. I still didn't get as early a night last night as I had intended, I finished off some packing, did my basic ablutions and considered breakfast. Some consultation with Sharon via messaging indicated that she wanted to try somewhere called Cumulus which had some good reviews and wasn't that long a walk away. So I did a little ingress while I waited for her to come down and then we walked along there. To find that it was not actually open on public holiday Monday. Maybe she'll try again tomorrow. We at least had got a fair amount of walking in and headed back to the café attached to the hotel, with just a bit of ingress type stuff on the way. We managed to get breakfast there and then I headed upstairs to finish packing.
Today I actually wore my new Continuum 11 shirt. Mostly because it was the longest day that I would be wearing the same outfit during the convention for the entire day (because the other days are either partial days or I changed for the maskobolo). Fit is reasonable and I was comfortable for most of the day.
And it's late. Again, which is pretty much par for the course. Though I did actually manage to get up and awake early this morning. I woke up a few minutes before the alarm, and it wasn't the noise from the city that woke me because I did indeed manage to arrange for someone to come and show me how to shut the damn window.
I had some brief wake ups during last night, such that when my alarm went off at 7am this morning I decided that I was not quite ready to get up (it of course being 5am Perth time) and I snoozed a bit longer, until shortly past 10am in fact. Confirming my wisdom in not arriving in Melbourne on the Friday itself and trying to get up for panels on Saturday morning while jetlagged. Luckily the café attached to the hotel does breakfasts until 2:30pm, so I was able to get showered, dressed and breakfasted before noon.
Some of my habits are going to fall into the hole of not getting done this weekend, purely because they can only really be done when I'm home, or when I have something with a bit more grunt than an iPad. So I am not likely to be doing my distributed proofreaders (not sure how that would work, though I might give it a try), music playing will be relying on memory and using a virtual piano rather than my treble recorder. Putting things away will be down to the clothes I put in the suitcase at night. (I find it easiest when travelling to unpack everything at the beginning if I'm staying more than one day, and put the clothes I've used back in the suitcase as I use them.)
Today had its ups and downs. I didn't quite get my steps done. Not even with my new, more conservative goal, but I was only 500 steps short. I would have got it if I hadn't sat down when I got home, but I had had a busy day.
Today I did not do what many geeky people were doing. I did not go to OzComicCon. More power to those who want to attend such thing. Especially the ones waiting for hours in the queues to get autographs or whatever. But it has given me the impression from what I have heard of it that it is overfull of people, and not much of what I am interested in doing. Although apparently there were people from WABA there today teaching people how to play board games so that's good at least. I however went to the regular WABA meet which was almost certainly cheaper and definitely quieter. (What with a load of people being at comiccon).
There may be a few more typos than usual tonight, though I may edit them out later, if I can see to do so. And I'm not going to spend my time bemoaning my being sick (because I've done that to death and besides I have the good drugs now). No, tonight I'm remembering and feeling sad, and feeling grateful and feeling regretful and probably a whole other heap of things that I haven't sorted out yet.
Because as you have almost certainly heard by now if you read any sort of social media and are even remotely in the same sort of circles as I am, that Sir Terry Pratchett has accompanied Death into the black desert. That his time was limited had been known for quite some time. It's one of those 'I remember where I was' things when I found out about his early onset Alzheimers (I couldn't tell you the exact date but I may have blogged about it) as I was visiting some friends who lived over East and I remember reading about it on their computer in their spare room. And I was distraught, and the little selfish part of me was worried that it meant there might not be more books. As it turned out he didn't let it stop him writing, though he did modify his methods. Now of course there really won't be any more. A new Pratchett book for my Birthday or Christmas had been one of my staples for so long it was something that was easy for my parents to buy me. But it's not just the entertainment that we'll miss from now on, but his wisdom, his ability to use humour to poke at the human condition, and with an almost medical precision use it like a lance to expose some facet of humanity that needed looking at, and often, needs cutting out.
The characters he created may have started out as parodies and caricatures in the first couple of the Discworld books, but soon they, and the world they lived in grew into something much richer, with stories and characters with hard and depth. I actually didn't read from the start. My first Discworld book was Equal Rites, and I read it and loved and and went on to find books after that and before that and I even read a copy of the Unadulterated Cat, though alas out of the library so I don't own a copy.
It's hard to say which were my favourite. Guards! Guards! along with the rest of the Guards sequence was an early favourite (and I think my first hardcover which was early enough in his career that I managed to find it in a remainder bin and snapped it up), but the Death sequence and the Witches were also so much fun to read, that if you tried to force me to tell you my favourite I'm not sure that I could. I know I do tend to re-read Hogfather every Christmas just for the seasonality, but I would happily read any of the others and they have indeed been among my comfort books for years.
I'm lucky enough to have actually met him a couple of times. The first time at SwanCon 18 where he was the Guest of Honour, and it was my second convention, and I remember getting to the convention, registering and wandering up to a group of chatting fen and joining in the conversation and only belatedly going to check badges and realising that I had been in fact chatting with Terry Pratchett (pre-Knighthood) for some time. I also have a memory of him beating me at Gravity Wars at the same convention, I think he also may have been involved in some sort of Star Wars video game when he was called for his GoH speech.
A couple of signings since then (though not so many of late and my later copies are rare unsigned ones) including one where I went with a group that got among other things a quilt signed (the story of which I think belongs to others). But he was always courteous and pleasant, even when he had to wear a brace to keep up the signing pace.
His work for the preservation of Orang-utans and then later for Alzheimer's (which I suspect he didn't expect to benefit directly from himself) was also inspirational.
My sympathies go out to his friends and family, especially Rhianna his daughter.
Today I did indeed have a very small lie in. But not by much because now that I'm testing the pool in the morning I don't want to leave it too late otherwise the UV gets very high, and if I have other things that I want to do then doing it in the afternoon is less appealing. But eventually I got up, and did my morning stuff, including my laps, (still on 30) and had some brunch, and started on today's task. Which was working on present organising and wrapping. Which is going not too badly. I found some of my present bags from a previous year so that was good. And I've been making some more from an ex-quilt cover. Though it was slowed slightly by the necessity for me to rewind the bobbin. I think I need a better way of holding the bobbin winding bit in position, as at the moment I either get a slightly sore thumb, or I need three hands.
Well, my typing may be a bit slower than usual tonight. I was going great guns until I was heading home after an ASFDAP session and the cat there took exception to me moving my computer bag to put my computer away and managed to claw my pinkie nicely. No actual blood but I cleaned it out and put on some stuff and put on a band aid, so it's the band aid that is slowing it down a little.
fred_mouse had requested that people post about hats as part of a December meme type thing, so I thought I would write something. I've never really been much of a hat wearer. For a long time I wore them if they were mandatory as part of a uniform, but I don't actually remember now if there were really any like that. Possibly girl guides, for the brief time that I was in that. But school didn't have any. And remember I lived in Scotland during my childhood and early teenage years where slip, slop, slap was not a message that was promoted and hats were mostly winter wear. In fact that was probably the only real hat wearing I did, woollen type beanies to keep my head warm in winter. Very few of them actually made an impression on me. The only one that I really remember was because for some reason mum had got me a hat and scarf in green and white, which while unexceptionable colours normally, were linked with a soccer team (which I had no interest in) and garnered some criticism thereby.
Since moving to Australia I have worn hats for going out in the sun, since my fair celtic skin does tend to burn, but on the whole I've never felt that I looked good in hats. I wanted to look good in hats. I used to stop at the hat bit in shops and try some on, and... it didn't seem to work. Or I never found a hat that worked for me. But then it's only been maybe the last ten years that I've felt that I had any ability to choose clothes that suited me. But my hair is short, and while I have tried on a couple of occasions to grow it longer, it didn't work for me, either in look or ease of care, no matter that I actually like how I look on the whole when my face is fully framed by cloth or towel. But I don't want to use hair to frame my face. And hats very rarely do so. I do have one, but that's not for looks, that's one of those ones with a sort of cloth going most of the way around to protect the neck that I use if I'm going to be out in the sun for lengths of time, doing stuff like kayaking etc.
I have a straw hat that I think I got from fred_mouse that I actually do quite like how I look in. And judging from today it's reasonably resistant to windy weather, though I must admit my primary use for it is putting out the laundry if I don't get it out before the UV gets high.
For me a hat has to have a use first, if it looks nice on, then that's a bonus. But I can't wear one that is purely decoration. I'm not good at decorating myself, and those fancies or distractors that others have tried I can't see myself wearing.
Well, it wasn't exactly by the mid-day deadline, but it was definitely before lunch that I finished the last of the labs. So that's that. The only thing still to mark for that unit is the exam, which I am assured will take at least 3 weeks to get to me. So I will be able to take it home and mark it over Christmas. Or something like that. And it will give me time to chase up any remaining marks that haven't gone in. In the meantime I have set up the LMS for the Energy Studies unit I'm coordinating, and tidied up and uploaded the tutorial assignments for the Physics unit, and made all but the actual problem solving assignments visible (because they I still have to write.) I'm not entirely free of work, but I am feeling a bit less stressed. The assignments after all aren't for a little while into the study period and the students will be asking about other things well before that. I do intend to get them written as much as possible this week though.
Beside me on the desk (I've moved my laptop onto the desk now that it is clear and accessible again now that I've done a fair bit of filing) is my phone, which I'm using to watch mission control of the Rosetta project where Philae has just been the first man made object to land on (rather than crash into) a comet. Comet 67P in fact. I started watching a bit over half an hour ago, well, paying half a mind to as people on it moved around and fidgeted and paced and looked at screens, knowing that it wouldn't make the signal come any sooner, but as people do, hoping that staring will make things happen faster, or feel like it anyway. I did some of my habits stuff while I waited for the signal to come from the comet lander, because of course at the point I started watching it had already landed, but the signal to let us know what had happened took another, I think 35 minutes to reach us.
Well, it's late and I'm tired. No it's very late and I'm tired and I have yet more marking to do in the morning. In good news however I did finish a batch of marking today that finishes the marking for at least one set of students. I really hope they study hard for the exam.
Well, I actually did not too bad at getting up early this morning. Well, earlier. Enough that I was at work well before the first thing on my 'must attend' list and even managed to get some marking done before that thing started.
Another day, another load of marking. I've also realised by looking at my dayscore chart and my DW/LJ archive that I've been posting nearly every day for over a month now. Which means I've been doing this habits thing for over a month.
Well, I didn't exactly spring out of bed this morning, but then that's Sunday mornings for you. Especially when they are a day when you don't have anything on. At least I don't think I did. Nothing in my calendar and I'd put today aside for housework and finally doing my tax return, of which more later.
Well, today I did slightly better in the getting up stakes, so that I was up and out of the house before 9am. Of course this is primarily because this is the day that I have my tutorial or lab at 9:30am, which provides a bit more incentive.
Another busy day. Did slightly better on the waking up and getting up bit. So improvement there. I've still got to do today's books but I'm going to do that as soon as I have finished this. Today wasn't as warm as yesterday but still pretty warm, the rest of the week is looking a bit cooler. So I have to decide what to wear on Saturday that's nice, but not too cool.
Unfortunately even though last night wasn't *that* late a night, I was obviously tired enough, and I did feel pretty tired, that my brain decided that the *full* 8 hours was what it needed. There were brief awakenings when the alarms went off, just about long enough to turn them off, and then zonk, out I went again. Part of it was a phenomenon I've noticed when I've been in REM sleep and dreaming when the alarm goes off. If the dream I'm having is one with a bit of a narrative, with something that is going to happen next, and an impression, to the sleeping me, that there is some end point that it's striving towards, then it is very very difficult to wake up from. Because the story loving part of me, and as someone who is now gradually reshelving a fair bit of her book collection, I know I have a strong story loving part of me, that part of me does not want to wake up, because it wants to find out what happens at the end. Unfortunately I suspect that the sense of the narrative is merely an illusion and I can't actually ever remember reaching any sort of satisfying ending. But my sleeping dreaming self does not know this. And thus I wake up late today, because of a strange dream, the only part that I can now remember of it seemed to involve making noodles out of carrots. not spaghetti type noodles, but those ones where you have a device such as you might see on a shopping channel that you screw into the carrot and turn it and it makes lots and lots of spiral noodles. Well, thin carrot loops anyway. I can't even remember why the damn carrot noodles were important.