|Swancon, the March of Suck, and hopefully a good wank.
||[Mar. 30th, 2012|12:17 am]
So, most of you know, this year so far has been a bit yuck. March in particular has sucked, and the most recent trip down to Melbourne is the worst travel experience I have had.
And I've had a couple of real beauties!
Short version of Melbourne trip - kids mostly okay, mum no help (but knew that), everywhere we stayed we were upstairs, I had to do all the carrying, packing, unpacking, finding of food, food preparation, child care duties, making sure mum was okay, dealing with the regular fallout whenever mum let the kids run riot. We visited aunt who is to lose her foot, even when on the day mum says that it's too much effort(!), aunt says if operation doesn't work out she'll stop her dialysis and let herself die, I'm physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted from the trip, we stay an extra day in Melbourne so I can rest, but I don't, which is fine. Day we go to leave, Tyrannosaurus Lex is vomiting. Take it easy in trip in the car, TLex is doing okay and seems better but then manages to explode in the car, many things get vomited on, including the mesh of his car seat and my backpack. And a book, which is unsaveable. Have to completely change TLex's clothes at the side of the road with no help from mum, and with TLex being very distressed. Rename him Vesuvius Lex. Get to Bairnsdale, I'm wrecked, go to bed, at midnight VLex vomits over the bed we share, and me. Have to calm him down, and organise fresh linen. During the night, mum starts with her vomiting and diarrhoea, and GodZoe keeps waking me up crying. Original plan to take kids to Den of Nargun while it has water in it goes out the window and on no sleep I care for everyone and do all the running around. Last night I share with VLex again and his stomach makes alarming noises all night long after he has exploded from both ends. I hardly sleep between that and mum and GodZoe making noise. Drive home today with everyone unhappy and having to keep an eye on the kids on my own when I let them out to play, meaning I don't get to eat. Oh, and Sharon was in a car accident, though totally unharmed. Oh, and we've discovered a hard lump in GodZoe's lower eyelid.
Believe it or not, that is the short version. I've missed out lots of stuff, most of it bad, but with a couple of nice bits. I think my fav was TLex dancing to buskers in the city, and GodZoe having her first taste of Peppermint Ice Cream.
Anyway, should be at Swancon. Because life has been atrocious and busy and generally blah, am only on one panel, the Classic Doctor Who Panel on season 22. Been happily digging up lots of stuff on what was happening around that time - hoping to get a few people to realise that poor ol' Colin would have been a great Doctor, if only he'd been allowed to be.
On the plus side, the lack of panels will leave me free to do what I found to be the highlight for me last con - grab people, drag them back to my room and have some really good one-on-one chats with them. Also, if anyone decides that they think I would be good as a last minute addition to a panel, I'm going to be reasonably free.
I owe Brendan an apology too. He asked for ideas on how to run a Survivor Apocalypse style show - It was a hard one to figure, but eventually sleeping on it over a week or two gave me several ideas of how to make it run. Unfortunately I never managed to get back to him with either the ideas or potentials runners. I was going to have to run it actually, which was a shame because I would have liked to have been in it, but I couldn't think of anyone to run it. It's a tough gig, and I wouldn't want to dump someone in the deep end just so I can have the fun of playing. And it would have needed a repeat of last year's Whose Line style panel a day or two before to give new folks a chance to try their hands at improv, so we could then use some of them for Apocalypse.
See? I got the basics figured on getting people for it, and the rough set-up is in my head, I just never communicated any of it. Which is about as useful as a chocolate coffee pot.
So, sorry I let you down, Brendan, and sorry all those who would liked to have seen it.
Anyway, that's where things are at. I'm stuffed, and Sharon will be at work tomorrow for a long day, so it'll be me and the kids and mum again - although we'll be home, which is nice. And TLex has a birthday party to attend on Saturday, so I'm looking forward to that.
Next bit is TMI. I'm also looking forward to a really nice wank now I'm home. In honour of Paul Haines, I decided I'm gunna talk a lot more openly about wanking. Stuff it, we're mostly adults on here.
I had several tiring days before going away, and then while travelling we were all either in the same room, or I was sharing a bed with my kids, and while it might be fine for some, I really wasn't comfortable either having wank with my mum asleep in the same room, or while sharing a bed with one of my kids. Even if I could get over the personal ew factor of trying while my child was asleep next to me, I can't think of anything worse than being halfway through a really satisfying tug, only to have a small voice say, "What are you doing Daddy?"
Given I'm honest about such things, I'd have to say. And then either the questions would start, or at some point TLex would come out with, "My Dad plays with his penis!" in front of someone I'd rather he didn't announce it to.
So, after this post, it's party time!
If I have the energy.
And TLex doesn't yell out from his room, like he did twice during the writing of all this.
I'm doomed, aren't I?