lance_sibley: (balcony - by evenstar_estel)
For anyone who was interested in watching the "Flashpoint" filming, I was incorrect in my previous post - they're filming tonight, not tomorrow. I must have been remembering the bit about when they're going to be removing their equipment and letting people park on my street again.
lance_sibley: (Part Geek All Man)
I'd been meaning to post this... the Aurora ballot was released earlier this week. As the Aurora ceremony comes within my purview for Anticipation, I shall present this without comment. I wouldn't want to influence the voting (not that I think I can, really.)

I'll be nice and put it behind a cut. )
lance_sibley: (boring)
I managed to sleep until 2:15 today. I guess I needed the rest, though I'd actually wanted to get up a bit earlier (like around noon, which would have given me about 9.5 hours of sleep) because I haven't had a chance to do laundry in about a month, and it's piled up. I have four loads in right now (technically we're not supposed to use more than two machines at once, but there's nobody else doing laundry this afternoon and, well, I don't want to still be doing laundry at midnight), and I've got two more ready to be taken downstairs and about three more still in piles on my bedroom floor.

I have too many clothes... but I think I've said that before.

When I went out for coffee today, I decided that rather than bringing it straight home and getting started on the laundry (because it's rather difficult to carry a cup of coffee, two bags full of laundry and a cup of detergent down 13 floors, even with an elevator), I went up to Future Shop on the off-chance that they'd put the new Pet Shop Boys album out a couple of days early. No such luck. In fact, they've reduced their music section to nearly nothing, presumably to make room for Blu-Ray DVDs and games, of which they seem to have quite a few. So I walked down to HMV, where I don't normally go because they're nearly always more expensive than Future Shop. They didn't have it out either, so I asked someone when it would be available (because I thought, even though it's due out this week, they might not actually be getting it right away).

So here's the dilemma... they're getting it Tuesday. (Yay!) But a week after that, they're getting the Deluxe edition. Should I wait the extra week? Assuming it's the 2-CD version that's listed on their official website, even though it's not referred to there as a "deluxe edition," the second disc has three more songs plus four remixes of songs that are on the regular version of the album. So it looks like it's worth waiting... I just don't want to wait. :P

Oh, and they've posted a video (completely animated!) for the first single, "Love etc.", on their website, here. I'd already heard the song, but hadn't seen the video. And the song has entered the UK top 40 at #14 - excellent! :)

On another topic... I'm currently watching "Battlestar Galactica: The Last Frakkin' Special" on Space while I'm waiting for my first loads of laundry to finish. Bonnie Hammer just said that the only aspect of the production on which she got overruled was that she wanted them to have a dog on board. That goes a long way to explaining why she's held in such low esteem by SF fans... well, that and the whole "SyFy" debacle that's currently going on (though I don't think she's had a lot to do with the renaming of the channel - I think that was mostly the new president of the channel).

Edited to add: I managed to find one of my lost Palm styli - not the original, but the one that I lost this past week. It somehow got tangled in my bedding. Chalk up another point in favour of my decision to get all my laundry done today. *grin* (Loads 1-4 are drying, 5-8 are in the washing machines, 9 and 10 are in the baskets by the door, and 11 is in a basket in my bedroom - though I may put off doing #11, since I have clean bedding in the closet. :)
lance_sibley: (too busy to fcuk - by xokadieox)
If this is a weekend, I must have had meetings.

But first... I didn't make a bowling update on Friday night. This is because I'd actually gone and bowled off on Wednesday night, as Eric and I had made plans to have dinner (we made frozen pizzas - Delissio's Hawaiian pizza is actually pretty decent) and watch the BSG finale. I obviously needed a little more practice, as it took me about six frames to get going and so my first game stank. The others were decent though: 139, 178, 182.

Even so, I almost didn't get home in time. I left work around 6:40, stopped at Kitchen Stuff Plus to pick up a pizza pan and cutter, and then got home around 8:15.

Now, because I couldn't shower while I was wearing the heart monitor, and I had time before my ultrasound, I came back home after the cardiologist's to shower. Everything was fine when I left for the ultrasound around 9:45. But when I got home after work, the lock on my door had been rotated 180 degrees. I thought, "That's odd... shouldn't my key go in with the teeth facing down?" and tried to open the door... and couldn't. I got the lock back to its normal orientation, plus 45 degrees, but then it wouldn't turn any further. (It turns 90 degrees to open.) I tried for about ten minutes but couldn't get the door open. So I went downstairs and got my superintendent, who came up and got my door open by about 8:45. In so doing, he realized that the lock was completely shot and that I needed a new one. So for the first 15 minutes or so of my chat with Eric, my super was working on the door. (He must have thought it very odd, me sitting here talking at the computer. *grin*)

There have been signs up around the building warning tenants of some attempted burglaries, so I figure that someone tried to break into my apartment after I left for the ultrasound, but was stymied by the deadbolt. Good thing I use it...

The only problem now is that my door will now close all the way unless I turn the deadbolt before I lock the door, whereas before it would stop before closing all the way. So I'm going to have to be careful when I'm taking my garbage to the chute (or start carrying my keys on me at all times).

I shall forbear from talking about the BSG finale just now because I know some people on my friendslist haven't watched it yet... also because it's nearly 2 in the morning and it'll take me a while to write it all. :)

Anyway... as I said above, today was busy with meetings. The day started with a Constellation Awards committee meeting at noon. Things are coming along nicely there, though nominations are coming in slower this year. If you haven't nominated, what are you waiting for? (You can submit nominations here.)

Then I came home and printed a whole whack of emails and documents that have been sent to me over the last couple of weeks from hotels I contacted regarding Gaylaxicon. We received responses from six or seven hotels, and I wanted to go over the proposals with the people who showed up tonight at our dinner meeting.

That meeting went well - there were a few people whom I'd expected to see who didn't show up (one is sick, and another is his partner, so once I learned this, I wasn't surprised that they didn't make it), but there were seven of us present. We went over the hotel proposals and narrowed it down to two choices. Monday, I will be phoning both of them to arrange for tours.

We also discussed the dates we want - I had sent the hotels two possible weekends for the purpose of getting a quote, but we hadn't really decided on dates yet. We know that we don't want to be too close to either Dragon*Con or Con*Cept, but we do want to be in the late summer/early fall timeframe, before it gets too chilly up in Montreal. It was suggested that when we're negotiating with the hotel, we see if we might get a better deal by moving up to August. (One of the hotels called me this week and gave me a room rate over the phone. I commented that it was significantly more than I paid when I stayed there, and was basically told, "September is convention season, so we jack the rates up." Okay, not in those exact words, but still, that was the gist of it.) The other advantage to being in August is that we can promote the con during Montreal Pride.

And finally, we discussed our proposed guest list, coming up with the GoHs we want as well as some regular guests. If we can get everyone we want, I think it's going to be a good con. *fingers crossed*

I decided to take the subway the whole way home instead of waiting for the #32 bus at Eglinton West station, so I got home around 11:30ish and called Eric. Unfortunately, he has to be up early in the morning so we only got to talk for about an hour (I feel bad for keeping him up late waiting for me to get home). He went to a Dragon*Con meeting today - he's volunteering to work in Tech Ops. We won't get to spend as much time together at the con, but I think it's good that he's getting involved in the organizational side of fandom. It's done so much good for me, after all. I've made so many friends through fandom whom I would otherwise never have met, and my life is richer for it.

Tomorrow, I have nothing scheduled for the first time in about four or five weeks. So I figure I'm going to spend the day doing laundry. (Yes, it's going to take the entire day.) And maybe I'll do some sweeping and mopping as well. Hopefully I'll find the stylus for my Palm. I figure it went missing at 6:30 Thursday morning when I picked the Palm up off my bedside table to turn off the alarm. (It was a little too small for the slot that's meant to hold it, and so occasionally it would drop out.) This is the second one I've lost in the last few months - the original one somehow went missing between my kitchen and my living room. Considering that the only thing separating them is about two feet of my dining room, I have no idea how I managed to lose it in that little area. I know my apartment is cluttered, but that's just ridiculous. At least in this case, I can understand how it might have come loose, and how I wouldn't have noticed because, well, it was 6:30 in the morning. Since when am I awake and alert at 6:30 in the morning? *sheepish grin*
lance_sibley: (Ouchie - by Raelala)
So I had the EKG this morning... I got to lie on my side while the technician ran a very cold probe covered in blue goo all over my chest. Then she took a piece of what felt like sandpaper, rubbed it on a half-dozen or so areas of my chest and stomach, and stuck sensors to me. I'm sitting here at work with a Holter monitor on my hip, connected to the sensors, and wires running all over my torso, under my sweater.

I got up at 6:30 in the morning for this?

And I have to do it again tomorrow, to go back and return the monitor. Then I have to go back up to Yonge and Eglinton to have the ultrasound. And I can't shower until after they remove the monitor. I'm going to smell positively yummy tomorrow, I can tell...

But seriously. I think this is how the Borg got started.
lance_sibley: (sleepy)
I kind of intended to be in bed a few hours ago, but I got involved in various Gaylaxicon-related things and time just kind of got away from me.

I have my appointment for my liver ultrasound - I wanted to do it on Thursday after the EKG (which is at 8:15 am - argh), but I have no idea how long that will take. So I booked it for Friday morning at 10 instead. It's at a different place just up the street from me. I also have to go back to the lab afterwards for more bloodwork. (I may not have any blood left by the time this is all said and done.)

Speaking of which, I got another email from my doctor today warning me that I'm not immune to Hepatitis A, and that if I'm planning on travelling to (list of exotic locations here), then I need to get immunized. Come to think of it, it was over eleven years ago that I last got the vaccination, so yeah, I should probably get that taken care of. Not that I'm planning on going anywhere exotic any time soon, but better safe than sorry.

(Odd, though, I thought that was one of the things he vaccinated me for last week...)

As a complete aside, I just learned that Gabriel Hogan (Traders, Heartland, The Border, Flashpoint, Rent-A-Goalie, Robson Arms, The Associates) is the son of Michael Hogan (Colonel Tigh on BSG). He also played Ken Dryden in the miniseries about the 1972 Canada-Russia hockey series, and I remember thinking at the time that the resemblance was uncanny. (For SF fans, he's also been on Forever Knight, Kung Fu: The Legend Continues, PSI Factor, La Femme Nikita, Mutant X and Wonderfalls. Busy guy.)

Not that that's all that important or anything - I was just surprised to learn this.
lance_sibley: (Strike)
I made it to bowling tonight, and managed my best night in the last six weeks, though it wasn't spectacular: 154, 170, 172. Unfortunately I forgot to declare my scores for next week (when Eric and I will be making dinner together and watching the BSG finale), so I'm going to have to go to the bowling alley at some point before next Friday to bowl off unless I can get someone to fill in for me.

I had an annoying moment this afternoon - I was getting ready to leave work, and just as I came back from the bathroom to put on my coat, I heard the distinctive sound of my cellphone battery dying. (It had two bars of power this morning.) I asked Zak if I'd gotten a call before it died (as receiving a call at work seems to be the fastest way to kill the battery), and he said yes. So I picked up the message using my desk phone. It turned out that it was someone calling for the second time, who had left me a voicemail on Wednesday that I'd forgotten to pick up. Oops. (As far as I can recall, though, it didn't show up in my missed call log. Weird.) And this is something rather important related to Anticipation, and I won't be able to talk to them until Monday morning as the person calling was from a government office. *facepalm*

Oh, and I also got an email from my doctor this afternoon. It seems that my blood work came back, and my liver enzymes are elevated, so he wants me to come in and sign a requisition form to get an ultrasound.

So over the course of three months I'll have had a CT scan on my head, an ECG and an EKG on my heart, and an ultrasound on my liver... and I'm not even counting the prostate exam as that was just part of the overall examination the doctor gave me the other day, and not related to my current problem.

Is there anything not going wrong with my body? As I joked to someone tonight at bowling, I think the warranty on my body has expired. (I once started trying to write a science fiction story based on that premise, but couldn't figure out what I actually wanted the story to be about beyond that basic premise...) One of my bowling teammates made the comment, "Welcome to humanity - you're getting older." If this is what getting older entails, then you can keep it. I'll stay young and beautiful forever. *grin*
lance_sibley: (Ouchie - by Raelala)
... except for the literally pointy bits, ie. the various needles. But more about that momentarily.

I had my doctor's appointment this morning at 10:30. I got there about 10:15 and filled out some paperwork, then the doctor came out and introduced himself to me, and had me go into his office where he asked me some questions about my medical history.

Medical stuff behind the cut. )

By this point it was only about 12, so I headed up to work and managed to put in about six hours. I got home around 9:15 and rushed through dinner in the hopes that Eric and I would be able to watch a Dead Like Me episode tonight, but he's still without Internet access. :( I'm not sure if it's because of the power failure they had last night or if it's because he got his new Macbook today and is still getting it set up. It was fun watching him being all bouncy with anticipation for the last week or so. :)
lance_sibley: (Ouchie - by Raelala)
Just to keep everyone up to date... I had originally thought that I would be having my doctor's appointment today, but when I called them this morning (after playing voice mail tag with them yesterday), it turned out that the next opening was for tomorrow, and they weren't even sure about that as they were waiting for a cancellation to be confirmed.

Anyway, they called around 3:30 and I have an appointment for 10:30 tomorrow morning. The doctor's going to do a full physical exam, and hopefully he'll be able to do the EKG as well. There seems to be some confusion at their end on that - one of yesterday's voicemails said, "Did you say ECG or EKG?" Well, it was the ECG I had last Thursday at the hospital that led the doctor to decide that I needed an EKG as well. We'll see what they say tomorrow.

I'm feeling much better than I was last week, though I'm still tired and am moving a little more slowly than usual. I went into the office yesterday and today, but walking back and forth to and from the bus stop was a bit tiring and seemed to take longer than normal. Whatever this is in my chest - whether it's truly a respiratory tract infection or just a bad cold - my cough hasn't been as bad today as it was on the weekend or last week.

Eric and I were chatting this evening when he got kicked off of Skype - they had a power failure down in Atlanta. So I just called him after waiting for him to get back online - he'd sent me some text messages to let me know, but my cellphone battery died today - and we said goodnight. We were going to make it an earlier-than-usual night tonight anyway because I have to be well-rested for my appointment tomorrow. So no Dead Like Me tonight.

Oh, and for those who haven't already seen this elsewhere on their friendslists, but who might be interested, the initial panel list for Polaris 23 has been uploaded to the website here. If you're already pre-registered for the con and want to be on panels, let us know by emailing programming at tcon dot ca. We'll assign you a contact person within our team to handle your panel requests. If you're not yet pre-registered, you can sign up to be a panelist via the online pre-reg process. (It should be up very shortly.)
lance_sibley: (WTF - by librarygale11)
I managed to make it over to the clinic this afternoon with little drama, though I wasn't exactly moving quickly - I got up around 1:15 and got over there around 2:30. I told the receptionist what I was looking for, and she replied, "I don't know what the procedure is. Hang on and I'll try to find the form." A few minutes later she found what appeared to be a consent form for transferring my files - it basically had one paragraph saying "I give consent for my files to be transferred to the following address:" and a spot for my signature.

Of course, I had forgotten to make a note of Dr. Waks' address before going over, so I had to ask the receptionist to look it up for me on the Ontario College of Physicians and Surgeons website. Once that was done, she said, "It should be done by Friday - call back later this week and we'll let you know."

Um... what? No.

I explained that I was doing this because I'd spent seven and a half hours in Emergency on Thursday and that the doctor at Sunnybrook wanted me to get an EKG, and that Dr. Waks' office had indicated that I could come in on Tuesday, so the records needed to be transferred by then. It's not like they have far to send them - someone could walk it there on their lunch hour, even. (Mapquest estimates the distance between the two buildings as 318 feet. Hell, they can photocopy the folder and I'll walk over and deliver it myself.)

She repeated that she didn't know what the procedure is, but would mark my form as "urgent," and "hopefully" the person who processes these requests would deal with it on Monday.

Damn skippy, it better be dealt with on Monday. I'll be phoning.
lance_sibley: (Ouchie - by Raelala)
I'm feeling a little better, though I'm finding it very warm in my apartment. Then again, it was 15 degrees outside today...

I went to the Ontario government website that the doctor gave me yesterday to find a doctor. I filled in my search criteria and found seven doctors in my area who are taking new patients. I called the first one on the list today and it looks like I have a doctor. (Yay!)

I just have to go over to the walk-in clinic at Mt. Pleasant and Eglinton tomorrow to fill out some paperwork as they have most of my medical records from the past ten years or so. Once that's done, they'll send my files to this doctor and then I'll be able to have an appointment for Tuesday (they have me pencilled in already, pending getting my files). The office is just around the corner from the clinic, even, so it's about a five minute walk from my apartment - score!

The funny thing was that of the seven doctors in the search results, one of them was Henry Morgentaler. Um, no, I don't think I'll be needing an abortion any time soon. (Well, for all I know, maybe he practices general medicine as well, but the man is going to be 86 years old in a week or so, and frankly, I want a younger doctor. Okay, maybe I could have found one a little older than the one I got - he graduated from the University of Western Ontario three years ago - but you can't beat the location. I also decided that I'd prefer a male doctor. Nothing against female doctors, there are just certain things I'd feel more comfortable talking to a man about. I'm sure that's not uncommon.)
lance_sibley: (what now)
... that I hate being sick?

I really, really, REALLY hate, despite, detest, deplore, loathe and abhor being sick.

It started Monday morning. I got up around my usual time and got ready for work. I was feeling a little queasy, but didn't think much of it. I stopped off at Starbucks, got my coffee, and while I was putting cream and sugar into it, I suddenly started to feel faint. My vision went dark and I felt dizzy. I made my way to a table and sat down for a few minutes until I started to feel better, and decided to head back home. About halfway back home, I started having dry heaves, so I stopped until those had passed. I got back to my apartment, and sat in the lobby for about ten minutes or so. By this point I was feeling better and so, thinking that whatever it was had passed when I had the dry heaves, decided to start over and actually made my way up to work. (Foolish, perhaps, but I'm stubborn that way.) I not only made it through the day, but actually got everything done that I needed to do.

Tuesday morning, I didn't even make it out of my apartment. I got up and realized that there was just no way I was going to get anywhere, so I stumbled to the phone and called my boss to let him know that I wouldn't be in. I then went back to bed until 12:30, when I got up, took a shower, got dressed, and laid down on the couch. Next thing I knew, I was waking up and it was 7:30pm. I managed to make myself some soup for dinner, then chatted with Eric for a bit after he got home and went to bed around 12:30.

Wednesday morning was only slightly better. I tried again, but only managed to get halfway up the street before deciding that it was better to call in sick again. (I'm stubborn, remember?) Again I crashed on the couch, but this time I woke up around 12:30. I didn't do much after that - mostly just watched TV until Eric called around 4:30 or so. We ended up staying up until about 1:30, chatting and watching another episode of "Dead Like Me".

Today... well, you get the picture. I got up and headed out, and actually made it as far as the counter in Starbucks before I was hit by the feeling that I was about to pass out. The barista brought me some water and I sat down for a few minutes, then decided that I was going to take a cab to the nearest emergency room. So once I was feeling strong enough, I went over to the cab stand and got in the first taxi, and asked him to take me to the nearest emergency room. He said, "Which hospital is that?"

*blink*

You don't know? You're the cab driver... shouldn't you know where all the hospitals are? I wasn't sure whether I was closer to Sunnybrook or one of the downtown hospitals, though I figured Sunnybrook was probably the closest. And I knew it was a decent hospital, so I ended up just asking him to take me there. I arrived around 11, was checked in by the triage nurse by 11:30, then a nurse came and took down my details around 12 and tried to take some blood (it took her about five minutes to find a vein) and my blood pressure (apparently the fancy machine couldn't detect it, and she had to use a manual one), and left an IV line in my arm "just in case we need it later". A couple of hours after that, the head intern came in and asked me some more questions (apparently, according to the copy of her notes I was later given, I'm currently under "a normal amount of stress for this particular patient" *grin*), listened to my breathing, took my BP again, and then said she was going to go and consult with the head doctor on duty and would get back to me. A while after that, he came in and told me that he was ordering an ECG and a chest X-ray. Shortly later, another intern came in to do the ECG (good thing I don't have much chest hair - the adhesive on the pads that they connect the cables to is quite strong) and then someone took me for the X-ray. Then I went back to my room for another couple of hours to wait some more, until the doctor came back with the results and sent me home.

The upshot of all this?


  • Apparently I have an upper respiratory tract infection. (Isn't that just a fancy way of saying "a cold"? I could have told you that...)

  • My blood pressure is on the low side of normal, but it's still within the normal range. (I knew I had low BP from the days when I used to give blood and it took me forever... but 100 over 62? That's considered normal?)

  • My chest X-ray showed absolutely nothing of concern.

  • There is apparently a "slight abnormality" in the ECG, however. The doctor didn't say exactly what the "abnormality" is, but he wants me to find myself a family doctor and get an outpatient EKG. He gave me the URL for a government website that lists doctors who are taking new patients, so I'll have a look and find someone. Hopefully someone fairly close to where I live.


  • All in all, a little worrying, but nothing conclusive yet. We'll see what happens when I find a doctor and get an EKG. Wish me luck!
lance_sibley: (Strike)
Friday night was better than recent nights, but still not up to average: 148, 159, 180. Lots of splits in the first two games.

I got home later than usual because for the first time in recent memory, both teams had all five bowlers present. One of our opponents, a guy named William, is a big SF fan and we spent much of the evening talking about Samuel R. Delany. I'm not sure why, as the only book of his I've read is Dhalgren. (I do own a copy of Stars In My Pocket Like Grains Of Sand, but haven't read it yet. My library is almost as full of unread books as my DVD collection is full of unwatched series.)

Saturday, I had a Constellation Awards meeting up in northern Scarborough. The meeting was for noon, so I set the alarm for 10:30 and got out the door by 11. I figured that would be enough time. Ha! It took me longer to get there than it takes me to get to work - I arrived at 12:45. Fortunately the meeting hadn't really gotten underway yet.

After the meeting, [livejournal.com profile] gurudata and I looked over the map of Montreal I have and talked a little about potential Gaylaxicon 2010 hotels. Since he's an ex-Montrealer, I thought it would be a good opportunity to get some insight. There are about four or five now that I have to look up online and see if they have the kind of function space we'll need. (I still like the Delta Centre-Ville, though that may be because it's the only hotel I've ever stayed in in Montreal besides the Days Inn where Con*Cept is held.)

I got home around 6 and rushed through dinner because I was supposed to be going to [livejournal.com profile] travellingone's place to show her how to use Polaris' programming software and to start entering panel ideas with her. I didn't get there until about 8. She immediately offered me wine (I don't often drink wine, but this was a very nice dry red - I think she said it was Spanish?). Her roommate was there as well, and Return Of The Sith was on the TV. It's the one Star Wars movie I actually never saw, so while we waited for [livejournal.com profile] dx4 to return our message about our still needing our userids and passwords, we watched it for a bit and snarked about the dialogue and Anakin's overall whininess. (I can see why people were so excited about the first appearance of Vader in the suit, though - that was quite powerful, though Hayden Christiansen doesn't have the same presence, even in the suit, that David Prowse had.)

We finished up around 2 (after entering 142 panels into the database), and I left to come home. I had just missed the last subway north, but she lives within walking distance of me (even though it was about -15 out), so I got home around 2:30, finished reading the paper, and then went to bed.

[livejournal.com profile] travellingone emailed the exported panel lists to our web team, so the initial panel list should be up within a few days. Anyone who's looking at it, remember that it's not a full list - we're still open to suggestions.

Today I got up around 1 with the intention of going out to get my Metropass and VIVA pass, then coming home and doing some cleaning and some laundry. The lines at the Metropass machine (only one of them was working) were slow, though - a woman came up to me and said, "You know, you can buy it at Dominion." I said, "I know, but I'm getting on the subway immediately." I think she just wanted me to leave to make the line shorter. Once I had my Metropass, I went up to Finch and got my VIVA pass, then came back home.

It was nearly 4 when I got back (!), and I remembered that I had promised a couple of our Polaris author guests that I would sign and send back their contracts this weekend. So I sat down at my desk and started downloading and printing them, then scanned them back in and emailed them back. Even though there were only a handful of contracts to deal with, it took me three hours because my computer was being insanely slow. I need to reboot it - it's probably because something was causing a memory leak. (Eric told me off tonight because it's been at least two weeks since the last time I rebooted it. *blush*)

Eric was going to be home earlier than usual tonight, around 8, so I rushed through dinner and washing up, then called [livejournal.com profile] cuteteenboy as I'd promised him I would call this weekend. However, we didn't really have time to talk, but I suggested that we have dinner together after next weekend's Gaylaxicon concom meeting. I also tried calling my father, but he didn't pick up.

Regarding my father... I think I may be in trouble. For some reason, despite having a newspaper six days a week, and having a daily bridge calendar on my desk at work, I can never remember the date. I honestly thought on Friday that it was the 20th rather than the 27th (which led to my going to the wrong lane when I got to the bowling alley). His birthday was on the 21st, which means that I forgot to call. Oops. (I even made three LJ posts last Saturday...)

This may also explain why I'm surprised whenever I get handed a paycheque at work. I can never remember whether I was paid the previous week or not. (Part of that may also be because my boss never remembers to give it to me on time, and I usually don't get it until the following Tuesday...)

So after calling my father, I called Eric, and we chatted for a while. During the conversation, we both bought our Anime North memberships as well as tickets for the Moonlight Ball and the Saturday brunch. He's really excited about some of the voice actors they have coming. Me, I recognize some of the titles, but that's about it. Tomorrow I'll have to make some phone calls and get us a hotel room (I know we won't be able to get a room at the Doubletree - it's far too late for that even though the con isn't until late May).

He had to go to bed early - the reason he was early tonight is because he's been asked to go in two hours early tomorrow - so I've spent the last couple of hours going through the old Inbox and wrestling it back down from 190-some-odd emails to about 130. Dealt with some Anticipation emails and some job alerts that were in there, and responded to this year's first CUFF nominee to let her know that I got her nomination.

And now I think I might go to bed a little earlier than usual because I'm not feeling all that great. I think I'm coming down with a cold - my mucous membranes are all dry and my back and arms are aching, though the latter might be because I've mostly been sitting at one computer or the other almost the whole time I've been home today. I have a pillow behind my back (because I'm sitting on the couch, using the laptop), but it's not helping.
lance_sibley: (Part Geek All Man)
Nominations are now open for the 2009 Constellation Awards! The Constellations will again be presented at Polaris in July.

Anyone can submit nominations in any of our nine award categories: Click Here! )

You can review the eligibility guidelines for each category and nominate your choices at the website. There is also a list of film and television works that we have identified as being eligible for nomination this year. Nominations must be received (via postal mail, email, or our online nomination form) by MARCH 31st, 2009.

The deadline for nominations for the Aurora Awards is midnight, Saturday February 28th. The Prix Aurora Awards recognize the best in Canadian Science Fiction and Fantasy each year. All Canadian citizens or permanent residents are eligible to nominate for free. It only takes a couple of minutes.

Nominations can be submitted on-line here.

To find information about eligible works in both English and French categories, see the Canadian SF Works Database.

As it happens the deadline for the Hugo Awards nominations is also this Saturday. To nominate you have to have attended the World Science Fiction Convention in Denver last year or have a membership for the Worldcon in Montreal this year. For more information, visit the
Anticipation website's Hugo Awards page.
lance_sibley: (cephaloPod)
Wow, it's not even 12:30 and I think I've responded to all of today's emails that required responses: Polaris stuff, Anticipation stuff and Gaylaxicon stuff. I did a whole bunch of stuff for CUFF last night, so now I'm just waiting for nominations to come in.

Of course, really should start entering panel descriptions into the database for Polaris, but because I have to set up my connection first and I do want to be in bed before 1 (shock!), it will probably have to wait until the weekend. ([livejournal.com profile] travellingone and I should probably arrange to get together to work on it, anyway, so that I can show her how to use the software.)

So today, three weird things happened. I think I posted about a month or so ago that an old email pen-pal from my university days had contacted me out of the blue, and that we'd exchanged a couple of emails. (Which reminds me, I haven't yet responded to his last one...) I thought it quite the coincidence that I had been thinking about him just a few days before he emailed me. Well, today I got a message on Facebook from someone else I hadn't heard from in years, whose name crossed my mind out of the blue the other day. This one is someone I actually knew, as opposed to being an online friend - I think we met in Miss Sarre's grade 1 class at Norway Junior Public School. I do remember that we were in Cubs together, and he would occasionally come over to my house. In high school, we were in band together - we both played trumpet. I haven't seen him since university, and even then, didn't see much of him as I was studying math and he was studying kinesiology. It seems he's working down in Texas now. He always was kind of restless... it'll be fun to get caught up.

The second weird thing: a week or so ago I got a notice from my landlord that I'd apparently underpaid my rent. The people here don't just give a gentle reminder - they actually serve an eviction notice. (It gets rescinded if you give them a cheque for the oustanding amount - I went through this once before when I'd been away for less than a week over the first of the month and forgotten to drop off my cheque before leaving town, and I freaked out when I came home and found it. Nice people at this property management company...) Now, I realized the day after I dropped off my rent cheque this month that it had just gone up and that I had inadvertantly written my cheque for the old amount, so I dropped off a second cheque for the difference, which was $20.11. I'm figuring that the superintendent just hasn't checked the dropbox since the first of the month, so that's not a huge deal - I'll check my bank account to see if the cheque has gone through and if it hasn't, I'll call the office and let them know. (Though there was one time when they neglected to record my payment and I had to get the cheque back from the bank, and the management company refused to reimburse me the bank fee even though they were in the wrong. Assholes.) The really odd thing about this, though, is that there was a second amount listed on the notice - for $1.12. Yeah, they served me with an eviction notice because I'd apparently underpaid my rent by $1.12. (I'm not sure how they calculated that, unless my storage locker was $10.14 per month instead of the $10 the superintendent told me it was...)

So I wrote them a cheque for $1.12 and dropped it off on my way home tonight, because they wanted it by the 26th. Why they couldn't wait for March 1 for the additional $1.12, I have no idea... and I know, they don't particularly care. They just want their money. It's like a scene from that John Cusack movie... "I want my two dollars!" (I'd look up the movie title, but for some reason IMDb crashes my laptop... I'm thinking it's Better Off Dead? Help me, [livejournal.com profile] thespian, you're my only hope...)

The third weird thing today is that I bumped into Justen for the second time in roughly 28 hours. That doesn't sound terribly weird except that yesterday, we were nowhere near my neighbourhood (he works fairly close to where I live, but today's encounter was the first time I've bumped into him around here). In total, this is the fourth time I've bumped into him unexpectedly, and those other two times were nowhere near here either. (Once was near Union Station, once at Yonge and St. Clair, yesterday outside the Eaton Centre and tonight at the supermarket. I know I'm his Fairy Godfather, but that doesn't mean he should be able to summon me at will... *grin*)

Memeage!

Feb. 21st, 2009 05:45 pm
lance_sibley: (Lust - by crazybutgraphic)
Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] redeem147:

Post an image of the actor (or actress) you most crushed on in high school.

This one is easy:

Photobucket

Yeah, I know. I was weird. :)
lance_sibley: (wake me up)
I said yesterday (I think it was yesterday) that I was so tired that I'd probably sleep until some ridiculous hour today.

I thought I was joking. I didn't know that I would actually do it. And then I woke up and it was 3:30 in the afternoon.

So much for most of the things I intended to accomplish today. Laundry, cleaning, catching up on the emails (which are back up to over 200)... I'll get some of it done, obviously, but I'll have to try to do the rest tomorrow.

I managed to get out the door by 4, and while I was out having my coffee, I wandered into Future Shop just on the slim chance that they'd gotten a copy of Doctor Who S4 in the past week - and they HAD! There was one copy on the shelf. *Mine!*

Oh, and I picked up the Dead Like Me movie while I was in there. I was a little miffed that they'd packaged it with the whole series for less money than I had paid for the two box sets, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Almost everything these days seems to be half of what I originally paid for it. That's what I get for being impatient. (The stupid thing is, I hardly ever watch anything as soon as I buy it, which is why I may have trouble exchanging my copy of Heroes S2 - now two of the discs won't play in my DVD player. They told me today at the store that they'll only exchange stuff within 30 days of purchase. Like I have the time to watch anything within 30 days of when I buy it... but I may be able to prevail upon the manager. I've done it before when I've found, six months after buying something, that it wouldn't play. I just tell them that I have something like 20 box sets on the shelf that I still haven't even gotten around to unwrapping. And that's not a lie or an exaggeration.)
lance_sibley: (Strike)
I thought tonight was going to be a good night at bowling after I got two spares and a strike in practice, but then the splits started coming about halfway through the first game. 135, 172, 161. (I was on a pace for a 180 game in the third until I got a split in the ninth frame, too.)

The trip down was... interesting. Not as interesting as a couple of weeks ago when I shared the back of the bus with a bunch of juvenile delinquents, but still... interesting. In an annoying way.

A woman got on the subway with her small daughter and slightly older son. Most of the seats were taken, so the mother and daughter were standing. The daughter - who looked to be about seven years old - immediately started to climb the pole right in front of me. She got to the top, then slid down and started climbing again. Rinse and repeat. Rather than stop her (my mother would have grabbed me by the hair and slapped me if I had done that at that age), every time the girl slipped a little, she would grab her by the waist and hold her up so that she could continue to climb.

Then she slid down and started playing with the Etch-a-Sketch that her mother was holding. The mother started to turn around so that the girl had to run in circles around her to continue playing with it. Then she stopped and went back to climbing the pole. At one point she spread her legs and started spinning around the pole in midair. WTF???

I told my teammates at the bowling alley about this, and Jamie said, "I bet she's going to be a stripper when she grows up." I wish I'd thought of that at the time (I was too annoyed, plus I was trying to read - I started Cowl by Neal Asher last night, and I was having enough trouble getting into the story without the distraction). Though you'd think that, given that I'm working on a website right now for a stripper exotic dancer, it would have occurred to me.

Oh, and I should also not be able to hear people over the sound of my iPod when it's at maximum volume, but I could hear every word this girl was saying. *headdesk*

The second annoying part of the evening came after bowling. I put my ball and shoes in my locker, then put my sweatshirt, coat and boots on, grabbed my backpack, and headed out. Mario wasn't there tonight, so I didn't have my usual ride to the subway. (Ed had offered me a ride, but they were ready to go and I knew that it would take me at least 15 more minutes because I had to fill out the team scoresheet and our opponents weren't finished yet - Ed and Jamie are always out of there before the rest of us are finished. So I didn't want to make them wait.)

So I made my way outside, grabbed the bus up to Eglinton and then the Eglinton bus across to Yonge. I got off the bus, put my hands in my coat pockets, and...

No keys.

My key ring contains the keys for my apartment door, the deadbolt, my storage locker, my bowling alley locker, the office, and one mystery key. (As Eric said, everyone has to have one mystery key.) I wasn't that concerned about the bowling alley key or the office key (since they're not identifiable as such), but my key ring has a tag on it that has the address of my building on it, and there have been eight break-and-enters in the past month or so.

I had enough charge on my cellphone left to call the bowling alley in case I'd left them there, so I did so - and it turned out that I'd left them on the counter in front of the lanes we were on tonight. Whew!

So I schlepped all the way back over to the bowling alley, got my keys, and came back home. It added about an hour to my evening because the buses were all running every 15 minutes or so, and I must have just missed one each time except for the first leg of the trip back (and I had to run for that one).

After getting home, I logged onto Skype and Eric called, and we chatted for a while. He's visiting friends at Berry College this weekend, so we didn't watch BSG tonight - we may have to wait until Tuesday night when we're both home from work.

And now I think I'm ready for bed... I figure I'll probably wake up around 2 in the afternoon. *yawn*
lance_sibley: (The Sodom And Gomorrah Show)
At the risk of sounding stereotypically gay... I love these guys. And the dancers at the 7:20 point of the video aren't bad either. :)



(As I said to [livejournal.com profile] troystar, however... I think Brandon Flowers may have raided Neil Tennant's closet for that outfit.)

The award they referred to at the beginning of the video is for "Outstanding Contribution To Music". Well deserved, IMO.

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