1. Back on campus, working on the novel. There’s a new student orientation thing going on in my usual writing area (for transfer students, and folks starting in the summer semester), so I’m surrounded by teenagers with various expressions ranging from confusion to abject terror. I should probably find someplace else to set up and work, but I’m a creature of habit.
2. Apparently my writing group has disintegrated, just at the point where I was finally producing something. Frustrating isn’t quite the word I’m looking for, here.
3. Random question of the morning: “Are you a geologist?” Not sure what prompted that. Maybe I look geologistish, or something.
4. As seen on various friend’s journals: If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want — good or bad. When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.
Back to work, surrounded by little lost lambs, and people searching for geologists.
18 Replies to “Various”
Happy to hear that you’re back at the campus and working on the novel. It’s a good story and you have the background and skill to tell it. I really enjoyed what I read of it, and I think you have something to say with it.
Sorry about the writing group, but we had quite a few get-tgoethers and I think we achieved some things. It was good while it lasted, and I’d be glad to read whatever you want another pair of eyes on, anytime.
I’m putting the two Buffy’s in the mail today, as I was planning to bring them by on Thursday.
I’m more than happy to continue reading and critiquing your novel, Gareth.
And obviously, you’re a geologist because you’re using a computer…..? Weird.
The day we met, I watched you perform an exquisite verbal smack down Elizabethan-style. Our brief conversation that day set forever an image of you in my mind as one of a true man’s-man. Gareth is in now way a namby pamby momma’s boy! And I enjoy that about him!
Maybe you fit the image of a rugged, grognard style geologist when you are in the writing zone?
I wonder what answer you would’ve got if you asked her what a geologist is?
For a memory that still makes me smile, I’ll have to go with the… well, what THEY called the awards ceremony for Faire year before last, when you and Emily hopped up on stage and created the most entertainment we’d had all evening.
You hawking Underworld with Josh(?) at GenCon a few years back. Actually, I mostly just remember Josh’s ridiculous pants.
absolutely fantabulous puerco pibil (did i spell that right?) at our joint bday party 2 years ago. that was damn good eats.
Glad to hear your novel’s progressing. Sorry to hear about the writing group. I’ve been there. And no idea why they’d think you were a geologist–c’mon, clearly you’re an ethnologist! :)
“As seen on various friend’s journals: If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me.”
There are a lot to choose from, amigo. :)
But the other day a few of us were talking about terrifying driving experiences, so of course I told about Epitaph’s first GenCon trip, and our near-death by Volvo and Periphery. And Matt waking up afterward to demand to know what you’d done to his car. :)
4. I remember your taking the position with other publishers that the customer is not always right. I probably remember it because it’s a stance with which I agree.
You still have the beard, right? Ergo, you’re a geologist, or at least that would be the mostly likely guess of someone on a University campus who thinks you’re an academic. The snarky answer would have been to look disgusted then say “geophysicist please.”
I remember the first time you hugged me, and how warm and safe that felt. Like the world could blow up, but I’d be ok becasue of where I was.
It’s a great quality to have.
I remember the time you and your lovely wife (then GF) came over to drink Irish Whiskey and watch movies. You had to take a test that weekend, and I was telling you about my family (we determined that we may have had ancestors in common because of a surname we both had a generation or two back) and you were giving me trouble because I had just filled your head with geneaology when you were supposed to be remembering things for your test. You said:
“Curse you! I’ll sit down for the test and they’ll ask something vital and all I’ll be able to think of will be O’Briens and Tuttles!”
I have to admit, I’m somewhat curious regarding your identity — I checked your LJ Profile, but there’s no info. Plus, according to it, this comment is the only thing you’ve ever posted.
I think I was going to mention those pants too. The whole group of Synister Creative Systems personnel was visually impressive though — Gareth like a jolly pirate captain, Josh in yellow-trousered skatepunk mode, Josh’s brother whose name I forget looking like I thought the White Wolf guys ought to look, and a stack of hangers-on too…
We were a variety of flavors — like a Boy Band that published RPGs. :)
Heh-heh, that was exactly it!
Rapping to the lackluster drumming at heartland. I think our little group managed to offend everybody (oh, the horror) but we were also having a lot more fun than anyone there. I’ll never listen to the drums at Heartland in quite the same way. *grin*
Aha! Does curiousity kill a Skarka, hmmm? You should be honored. Got my live journal just to comment on one of your posts a while back, but never got around to it because I was up against a deadline. So yes, virgin poster here.
If you recognized me, it would be via your contacts in the gaming world… but I’d be surprised if you figure it out. Perhaps by GenCon?