Starfish

In Sointula, when I went crabbing, as described in Catching Crabs the Not Fun Way, I hauled a massive starfish from the water. The following is said starfish feebly trying to escape us. It was freed unharmed, though significantly away from the crab traps, later.

Whaletown, Cortez Island

After getting back to Campbell River yesterday, this morning I headed to Whaletown on Cortez Island with my father. Met a first cousin on the ferry, and met the only of my father's siblings I had never met this evening.

Unexpectedly spending the night here after accidentally on purpose missing the ferry back. Grandma's party is tomorrow morning, so we will have to get the first ferry in the morning or we'll be in trouble.

This raccoon was in my uncle's yard. I'm easily amused.

Academic fraudness confirmed

After writing the last entry, I went got my first American donut, with icing and sprinkles. Basically, since they were free, I picked the one that most looked like part of a caricature of American culture. I was vile, I ate about a third of it wishing that I hadn't. I put it in the rubbish bin where I'd met the chipmunk.

My presentation appeared to go very well. Mostly people were smiling and nodding - except the girl presenting after me, she had an evil gleam. I sat down, she gave her presentation, covering some of the same material but much better and disproving a chunk of my argument. What I thought was wrong and my wrongness made very obvious to all there.
Needless to say, I didn't benefit from the question section. No-one felt the need to ask me anything much after Kimberly had already taken me down.

Then, a very rushed lunch. At which was everyone I'd been checking out that had led to my "disturbing realisation about personal skankiness". Turns out after having slept the being manic off, it was gone. I'm not turning in to a creepy old lech after all, I just have limits on my tolerance of sleep deprivation. Little yay.

Then it was off to the business meeting of the Pearl-Poet Society. It was implied I sort of had to go, so I did. My being there didn't exactly achieve anything for anyone, but afterward I had a chat with Kimberly who said my presentation wasn't bad and if she'd not been there that I "would have got away with it". Quite a polite way to mock my being wrong and her being right.

Then I went to a session on Performance and Play in Gawain. Game theory can be entertaining. I wasn't keeping up though. My brain is fried. So I'm currently wagging the last session of the day. There were several things that looked like they could have been interesting - but nothing I was sure could wake up my brain. Presenting is oddly exhausting.

And after seven hours, the chipmunk hasn't touched the donut. I guess even chipmunks have standards about what garbage they will eat. As usual, my desire to give pleasure to the small and furry has ended in failure.

It still bother me that mid-afternoon where is 8am tomorrow morning at home.

Music

I went along to a concert of 14th century Italian music, pretty much only because someone I am finding disturbingly attractive (mostly due to being entirely unobtainable) asked me. It was interesting, but mostly a waste of US$20.
I think it is the lack of sleep, but I am being a much friendlier sober-person than is usual for me.

Tonight I've avoiding the open bars, I have to give my presentation in the morning. Somehow I forgot to embed my fonts into my powerpoint, so it is going to be less aesthetically pleasing than intended. Which is a touch frustrating, and means there will be more attention paid to me - it was supposed to be so pretty it would keep the audience distracted.

I saw a squirrel out my window, but suspect I ended up just taking a photo of the tree. Later when I didn't have my camera I passed a rubbish bin out of which climbed a couple of the buggers. Quite cute for vermin. As are chipmunks - which I also discovered in a rubbish bin.