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.

Postcards

I'm too lazy to sort out who I have to send postcards to, much less keep track of where they live. So, anyone who wants post cards should send an email to the following address. (I.e. my gmail address with the subject "addresses for postcards").

I make no promises though, as postage doesn't grow on trees. Well, not in a usable form.

It has been pointed out that before I homo-marry a random for the comedy value that I should probably look in to the Canuck's laws on homo-annulment.

In happier news, a point for mankind over ladykind. My conference haircut is indeed stupid. The girls in my office, as spokeswomen for all ladies everywhere where wrong. Victory to man...

Still too many preparations

I sorted making duplicate copies of much of my paperwork today - just in case things so horribly wrong. My aunt's paranoia is rubbing off on me.
I also got a haircut as to not look like a crazy person when I present. I don't like it, I think it looks stupid, but the girls from my office all seem to think it is good. Girls do have infinitely more knowledge of these things.

I still haven't sorted my trip to Niagara, or my accommodation in Toronto - but I'm assuming Youth Hostels oughtn't be too complicated. And who know, I may change plans by then. I could get homo-married on my one day in Toronto and stay at my new husbands place, it would make for an hilarious anecdote to post on this thing - having got homo-married just coz I was in Canada where it is all legal-like.

I also have to finish writing my paper - which I'll probably post on here a day or two after I've presented it. Or when I get the chance.