Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Interesting Stuff From China

Thoughts on fantasy fiction, from China Mieville.

Also, Vandermeer is back from hiatus, and blogging again. Yay.

And It's Just More of the Same

All day meeting (as a nice addendum to yesterday's desire post, I spent most of one presenter's speech deciding whether or not I'd go to bed with him. This made it really difficult to take notes), Blaine took off early, Yellow's not there, and the expected and much-hyped big drunken dinner is apparently big-wig invite only, so of the twenty of us in the room, only about 6 are heading out for client debauchery. The rest of us are on our own. Denver fucking sucks. I want to go back to hanging out with the Indy team. They were way more fun.

What the hell's up with a stingy dinner?

Well, a lot, actually, but I won't go throwing rumors in, cause you know how that work-blogging stuff goes. Suffice to say, dinner tonight has gone from high-class back-smacking to a couple of beers with me, Sarah the construction manager, and a couple of the architects from the Chicago office. Not as snazzy. Though Sarah's cool, once again, I wish I could have picked my own friends' list for dinner.

Oh well. Better luck at my 30th, when everybody's invited.

Shit You Don't Want To Hear From Your Pilot When You've Been Circling Denver For 20 Minutes After Being Delayed an Hour And a Half Because --

"Well, we still have zero visibility in Denver, but we think we might have figured out what's wrong with the equipment here in the cockpit, so we're just going to go ahead and attempt a landing."

At this point, you've just got to sit back, relax, and turn up your CD player.

In fact, the visibility is so bad here in Denver tonight that my cab driver got lost in the business complex where my hotel is.

Denver just isn't my city.