I am wearing my Crow T. Robot t-shirt right now because I am one cranky little mamajama. Three extremely good journals have independently decided to stop participating in web rings which naturally includes Archipelago. This is bringing me down, man. It was bad enough that Lizzie stopped keeping her wonderful diary last month; now I'll have to create an Other Diaries page to list them instead of being able to get to them all from the ring. I am not a big fan of having zillions of bookmarks on my browser.
This makes me want to stamp my wittle footie. Why must things change?! I hate change, I do. I accept it as inevitable but there is something in my soul which wants desperately for life to hold still. I was absolutely appalled when my baby teeth fell out, and then mere minutes later my underarms sprouted hair, and as if that weren't enough my breasts grew in! I still have nightmares about my teeth falling out without warning, okay? I don't like having change thrust upon me. If I initiate it, fine. If someone else initiates it I mutter and sulk.
Mutter, mutter, mutter...
Nevertheless, I've been pleasantly surprised by one change that I didn't initiate: the number of visitors to this site has suddenly gone up by 20%. Someone, somewhere, has mentioned my diary, I reckon. It's wacky to watch the statistics fluctuate weekly.
And speaking of wacky, I've been listening to Alice 97.3 on the radio every morning as I drive to work. There's an oddly amusing pair of personalities called Sarah and Vinnie who come across as simultaneously dodo-brained and street smart. I can't remember ever laughing at radio shows but these two actually make me crack a smile. I can only hope this isn't going to be a slippery slope to perdition. You know how it goes. First a morning radio show, then late night talk shows, then Oprah or Sally Jessy or Montel or Geraldo (or all of them), eventually Jerry Springer, and finally infomercials. Pie me if I ever mention watching Regis and Kathie Lee.
Pies are something we throw a lot of at ElderMOO. It's kind of an old theatrical tradition which we've perfected in virtual reality. My buddy FarSide coded the pie throwing verb and it's tremendously popular, along with sending in Juliewa's ninjas who often perform evil ninja tricks like revoking your membership or giving you a new set of piercings. (If you have no idea what I'm talking about, watch Mystery Science Theater sometime, preferably seasons 2 through 6.) Because of this devotion to pies, I'm going to make sure we have plenty on hand at Orycon where I'm giving a party on the Saturday night. The pies will be to eat, not to throw, of course -- convention committees really frown on food fights, the whiners. I'm planning on inviting about 50 people. It's to be held in the Fanzine Lounge after it closes for the evening, so we'll have a real room instead of my hotel room. I'm all excited about this even though it's months away. I love planning great parties. It's so fulfilling to plan, and work, and see the results exactly as you envisioned and yet made even better by the spontaneity of the party participants.
If I ever get tired of the glamour of being a travel agent, ahahaha, maybe I'll look into being a party planner. I don't think it would suit me, though it's fun to do it on an amateur level. I'll probably stick with my job until they take it away from me. At least I know where I am with the airlines.
Up in the air.
