Raven Era

Here Kess and I sit in the Manchester Airport, waiting for Drae to arrive. it's been a rather eventful afternoon and evening. the laste after noon and early evening we spent at my parents house for a combination my birthday/brother-in-law's birthday and getting his US citizenship shindig. Was nice. had much fun, given it was a family event.

Fitzgerald has entered a new phase in his mommy-missing, having taken Drae's chair hostage. Attempts to wrest the chair from his control have resulted in lost limbs and the reduction of human beings to leaky meat-bags.

He will leave the chair only if he hears food hitting the bowl, and if he even suspects that someone might be thinking about using the chair, he runs back to it.

It would be rather cute, if I wasn't testing a website on her computer.

So it's almost two months later, and some things have changed, and some things have not and some things are new and somethings are different, better, worse and stranger.

The situation shifts rapidly and there's still not a heck of a lot of stability. But sometime, I think that the situation might almost be workable.

Someday, anyhow.

Things took a turn for the worse Sunday afternoon, owing to a miscommunication. I don't know where the message got lost, and I don't really care. What bothers me is that it happened, and that miscommunication piled on miscommunication, and the situation grew out of control.

Drae and I had been checking in with our home base vendor-people at the con to see if there had been any word from Kess about a change in schedule. I was expecting her sometime after 3:00 — closer to 4:00 — at the campus train station. Turns out that her train came in at 12:30, and that she didn't see anyone who looked like a con attendee coming or going from the station. So, she did what comes naturally for her and panicked.

Went to I-CON this weekend with Drae, while Kess was in NYC at a "prom" for one of her chat boards. Had a great time over all, and met some very cool people, and had the pleasure of running into an old friend as well.

Managed to run into Voltaire and several of the other convention goers, get a new Cthulhu plush, a few books and some music. Was a good time.

So that the lighter side of it. But of course, there's never just a light side, is it?

I ran into a friend I met at Arisia a few years ago, D, the maker of fine corsets and a brilliantly impish s.o.b. The fellow and his family excel at their craft, and make what are arguably the best corsets in the business. I really would like to see them do a couple of rennaisance faires up this way.