January 12th, 2005

wombat

Fear of AIAWOL

On a totally different subject, it's weird how ordinary, humble things like cake doughnuts can remind you of people you love who aren't around any more to enjoy them. My father really liked plain cake doughnuts - no fancyschmancy Bavarian Cremes for him, no sir - so now when I nibble on one with my lunch I think about him.

So I'm rereading my Stipple comments yesterday and come across a comment from Judie Cilcain, "AIAWOL, eh?", which of course is a cute change rung on the old fannish slogan Fandom Is A Way Of Life. (For Judie and a lot of fans in her generation, in which my ex-wife belongs, yeah, it actually was.) These days it seems to be that anime (fandom) is becoming a way of life with me, since the bulk of my friends are involved in Anime Detour, most of what I watch these days on my laptop is anime, and much of my time seems to be spent on the impending convention, even time nominally bought and paid for by my employers at the Evil Banking Neighbor. It occurs to me occasionally, as it did in a conversation with the Reverend Jack this morning, that we could take this anime convention thing on the road and make some money doing so, but I am enough of a fan (and not enough of a businessman) to find the idea less attractive than provoking the Reverend into getting a job with Uncle Ted in the (insert suitable name here) Wrestling Federation or founding the First Reformed Violent Mennonite Evolution Church.

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I had planned to do laundry last night, but phoenixalpha was going stir-crazy and wanted to get out of the apartment, so we wound up going over to the New Century Buffet to take advantage of some money-off coupons that came in the mail. En route we listened to the King Missile CD that I'd bought on eBay for a penny plus shipping. This is some seriously weird stuff, kind of like the Butthole Surfers except more philosophical and less thrashy. It grows on you, I think.

After we got home from grazing, I was too tired to do more than skim through the e-mail, throw a CD up on eBay, and toddle off to bed at 2200. Yay, two days in a row so far! No laundry done, but that can wait another day or so. At least I found the missing hat...still no sign of the gloves, though they've been replaced with some blaze-orange Thinsulates from Gander Mountain. I swear, they glow in the dark.