Announcing another Guest Of Honour for Gaylaxicon
We are pleased to announce Nalo Hopkinson
as Author Guest of Honour! Nalo is the author of The Salt Roads
, Brown Girl In The Ring
, Midnight Robber
and Skin Folk
, and editor of Mojo: Conjure Stories
and Whispers From the Cotton Tree Root: Caribbean Fabulist Fiction
. She is a winner of the Campbell Award (for best new writer), the Locus Award, the World Fantasy Award, the Sunburst Award (for Canadian science fiction and fantasy) and the Gaylactic Network Spectrum Award, and she has also been nominated for the Hugo Award, the Phillip K. Dick Award, the James R. Tiptree Memorial Award and the Nebula Award.
We had a good meeting for Gaylaxicon
today - I can see real progress being made. I'm feeling really enthusiastic now. Yay!
In other news... I spoke to my mother on Thursday regarding the meeting with my RRSP agent, broker, investment advisor... whatever you want to call her. She asked me to reschedule for some time after March 17, because it seems that's her last day at work. I'm not 100% sure whether it's because her employer was bought out (since that happened a year or so ago) or because she turned 65 last year. They had taken her off full-time status and put her on a contract after her birthday last year, so it could be either. It's probably a combination of the two, since people in her department were given the option of relocating to Waterloo several months ago, and she declined. The strange thing is that apparently she's not getting any kind of severance package despite having worked there for 11 years. I'm not sure that the company is behaving altogether ethically, but since Ontario doesn't yet have legislation in place forbidding companies from forcing people to retire at 65, the fact that they kept her on nearly until her 66th birthday is probably more than they were legally required to do. Of course, in my mother's universe, all employers should be required to keep all of their employees as long as the employee wants to remain there - it doesn't matter how badly they might be doing in terms of profit, they shouldn't be allowed to lay people off. Um, yeah. Whatever.
Anyway, so when I told her that I had made the appointment, she snapped at me that she still doesn't understand why I don't want to leave the stocks in both of our names so that we
can get the dividends. First of all, the shares are in a Dividend Reinvestment Plan - so they're automatically used to purchase more shares. Second, she got the condo. She didn't have to take out a mortgage or a bank loan to pay me the difference between its value and the bank balance to even things out as per the terms of the will. So now she wants to keep her claim to the shares? Not bloody likely. And third, it's not as though I'm selling the stocks, anyway. I'm just depositing them into an account with the company that manages my retirement fund. For some reason, though, she continues to act as though I'm ripping her off for money she's neither entitled to nor would be getting if I did as she wanted.
Oh, and she demanded to know why I'm "in such a hurry." Excuse me? My grandmother died in October 2004...
On a slightly happier note, the Leafs played a much
better game tonight. They still lost, but they were actually in the game for a change. I think Belfour should have stopped Ottawa's third goal, though.
Anyway, I hope to get a decent amount of sleep tonight. I was a little sleep-deprived today (though not too badly - I got nearly six hours last night) but I was having trouble finding words that I know are in my vocabulary, the same problem I was having last Sunday afternoon. whitesangria
said that it's a classic symptom of fatigue. This afternoon's meeting probably would have been about 20 minutes shorter had I been able to speak at my normal rate of speed.