Music:Peter Gabriel and Deep Forest, "While the Earth Sleeps"
Addendum: Jesus frelling Christ, I hate the frelling mall. What viler institution has mankind ever devised to inflict upon itself (well, there's football...and Kid Rock...but still)? Ugh. Feh. Blegh. If I am very lucky, I'll have no reason to enter a shopping mall again for at least another six long months. At least. I'd forgotten how frustrating it can be to buy very simple, stylish clothes. Especially in this age of what Spooky refers to as the Britney Spears Whore Child. Really, I sat on a bench watching them, the people, marching back and forth, back and forth, consuming, and I marveled at how most of the men were dressed like little boys and most of the women were dressed like hookers. I saw women wearing articles of "clothing" that simply defied description. I know I'm asking for too much, hoping that I'll live to see the great NeoVictorian-steampunk fashion revolution of 2078, with its somaform corsetry and mood-regulating shirtwaists, but for fek's sake, can't people do just a little better than this? Were I still a human, I'd be ashamed, instead of merely annoyed and nauseated. I feel as though I should wash my eyeballs, but that always gives me such a headache.
Anyway, that's done. Over. History. We also stopped by the depot on Peachtree Street and picked up our tickets, so we won't have to frell about with that come Wednesday evening. Atlanta has a nice train station, very much better than Birmingham's. In fact, it's possibly the most pleasant place I've been since we moved to Atlanta, and gives me the same comfort I used to get from the Southern History Dept. of the old Birmingham Public Library — age and dignity and substance. I think the best part about the trip is that I will get large doses of all three of those things. You only need know where to look.
Gods, my brain's still all boggy and nervous from the mall.
It's starting to look as though my reading at Dragon*Con will be Sunday afternoon at 5:30 (September 5th). I'd have preferred Saturday, but apparently that wasn't an option. I requested a larger room this year, because the readings have been packed wall to wall the last two years, and at least I got that, so I really shouldn't argue. It's just that by Sunday I'll be Nar'eth, and the last time I let her do a reading...well, the less said the better.
I'll arrange for handlers. And I least I shan't be the only Nebari...