Still up, waiting for the Thanksgiving Zwiebelkuchen to cook. I guess it isn't that late, but my brain's pretty much dead.
Things:
- NOT doing anything else cranberry-related for tomorrow.* One sauce is enough, and it is happy in its jar.
- I did get the application for the Database Company That Shall Not Be Named done. Along with like three other job applications.
Possibly the whole thing about introverts responding more productively to caffeine in the afternoons is true.
- So as you will have gathered, I spent the evening cooking. (And attempting to translate a formal invitation from the Icelandic, but that's beside the point.)
- Ursulav's
post about Whisper Networks and their problems is hella depressing. And reminds me all too much of...well, that one Readercon.**
It is somehow - irrationally - heartening that her resident Angry Bald Man has now been
inducted into the Dorsai, who...well, sometimes, hopefully, help deal with these things.
- Happier fact: it is snowing. (Though shoveling the resulting slop earlier was...not the greatest. Nor was driving through it. OTOH, I was doing both these things 'cause I got to put my car in the driveway, so I don't have to worry about parking bans, snowploughs, or anything related.
There is probably more that I could say, but instead I am going to go to bed--at least temporarily.
* Well, unless I wake up hyper-energetic tomorrow.
** Actually, BOTH Readercons I went to featured the sort of "established people in the fandom being off beyond sketchy" problem that Whisper Networks attempt to deal with. In retrospect, bringing the dagger that one time was kinda dumb, because threatening someone with even a blunt dagger would have been a really really bad way to deal with that sort of situation...but when somebody I know hits the panic button, I sortof tend to go all-out. Anyway, the dagger merely got used to pry open a durian, so it was all good.
