one would imagine flying would be soporific, not insomnia producing!

[gurdonark]

Home for two hours, hearing done, exhausted, and yet unable to go to sleep. Airplanes have processed air,
cramped seating, and rather inventively ordinary food.
You'd think anyone who got off a plane would be ready for *days* of sleep, not hours. But I'm not ready to crash even yet. It's as though I need something to hold my interest--three episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, say, or a PG Wodehouse Jeeves book I haven't read, if one existed, which it doesn't. I read Blandings' Way on the plane, which is remarkably pretty good, and it surprises me that I enjoy it so much when I have not read Mr. Blandings' Dream House. Two big meetings and then to a family wedding back in Arkansas tomorrow. This life's for me.

Thankfully, I have the wonderful posts by all my many friends to console in my sleepless post-midnight hour.
Thank you, everyone!

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[asphalteden.livejournal.com]

Oh, I forgot!

I had a funny Janis Ian story. She a really big sci-fi freek. And she's done some work with a fairly accomplished writer, Mike Resnick. So she was at the last Worldcon in Philadelphia, as a guest, making all kinds of appearances.

She was at one of the dinners I attended, and hung out here and there at the convention. She seemed pretty nice, if you ask me. But extremely into sci-fi. We had Connie Willis appearing at our table to sign books, and Ian was first in line. Willis was late, due to a plane delay, and I was all alone with about 150 skiffy fans, trying to explain to them, "Connie will be here shortly, please be patient, I just heard from her, she's having a delay, anybody want a subscription?" So I conspiratorially said to Janis Ian, "If Connie doesn't get here quick, these folks are going to bum rush me, and I'll be completely smothered!"

So she said, in a totally "tough-shit, kid" way, "If Connie doesn't get here quick, I'm going to help them bum rush you."

Yipe!

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

I may be admitting to a schmaltzy soul, but I love that song "At Seventeen".
I was certainly an ugly duckling then, and if I did not become quite a beautiful swan, I certainly did become a respectable duck (grin). I did not know she was a sci fi fan. Great story!

My AOL IM is gurdonark. When I get back home, I will reset my settings so that you can "IM" me anytime you see me. During work hours I tend not to IM, but
during the rest of the day, it'd be fun to chat in real time!