Myth Happens

Being informed that my committee bio for the Readercon souvenir book could be as vague as "[So-and-so] is way too busy doing X, Y, and Z to write a proper bio," I wrote mine in the form of a Roman curse tablet.

I am back in Boston, in case that is not evident. I got up at another eye-bleeding hour of the morning on Monday in order to make my return train, and was very kindly allowed to swap my reservation for an earlier ticket after it only took me an hour to get to Union Station. Three days in D.C. with strange_selkie and darthrami were some of the best time I have spent anywhere in the last year, and not only because they took me to museums and fed me amazing fish and chips and talked until after midnight. I may post when I am not engaged in carpentry, then leaving to see The Public Enemy (1931) at the Brattle Theatre. I have never seen James Cagney in a tough-guy role; I know him only from Yankee Doodle Dandy (1942) and twenty wonderful minutes out of A Midsummer Night's Dream (1935). I am aware this is kind of backwards. They are showing White Heat (1949) on Sunday, which I plan to see as well.

I should get back to deconstructing the kitchen.