As things go

People having been asking to see the stupid hair. So here it is. As you can see, it has a stupid amount of fringe and sticks up funny. Not the haircut I wanted (which was the one I get every time, with varying degrees of success).


In response to my homo-marriage plan I received the following advice:
"Yes never get married, to anyone, without checking how to get unmarried and what it will cost you. So speaketh she with the law degree. Although that should in no way be interpreted as legal advice as I don't have a practising certificate or, more importantly, any liability insurance :-)"
I guess I will have to think about homo-annulment, or just come up with a new running gag for this thing.

Roger Hall thinks I'm funny.

I think my conference paper is as ready as it will ever be. I have given it to my supervisor who will email me over the weekend if there is anything major to sort.

Otherwise I'm just stressing and failing to sort accommodation in Toronto. I have now, at least, sort getting from Vancouver to Campbell River.

Oh, yes. I also have clothes sorted for my presentation.
Alana, my Sugar-Mama, took me out and dressed me. She got me a stupidly expensive shirt which makes me look skinnier than I am, and a belt that draws attention to places I'd never feel comfortable drawing attention to but which she was very keen on. She also heavily subsidised a very expensive pair of jeans. They are nice, I look forward to my presentation being over so I can live in them until they die.
Alana is very good to me, I should smuggle her as my second piece of luggage. Asians are tiny and weight nothing.