Today, I was informed by a random person whom I do not know that I must be Dutch.

I will be going to Ireland for two weeks in July. This is especially fantastic because I have been trying to go for two bloody years, but was foiled in both attempts. It's a writer's workshop class through SU that I didn't think I'd be able to take this year, since I graduate in under a month, but my professor did some kind of magic trick and now I'm going. I love magic.

On the same note as my rapidly upcoming graduation, I now have my resumé up at Monster and CareerBuilder so that I can feel the sting of high unemployment rates due to the economy for as long as possible.

I finally read V for Vendetta. Holy crap, it's fantastic. The movie is next, because I'm actually doing a case study for my SF Film class on the graphic novel vs. the film, why Moore thinks the film is dribble, etc. There is no cooler assignment than, "Go read a comic book and then watch a movie. Report back."

Uncorking party tomorrow night! Our wine is done and sitting on the kitchen counter in bottles (we just bottled it last night, in fact). I'm really looking forward to the party. What I'm not looking forward to is finishing all the cleaning, but it must be done.

That's it!

Went to the Clarion West party last night at the suggestion of Marti and Blunt. My superpower of not knowing how to enter a conversation with people I do not know was fully engaged, despite my attempt to loosen up the social pipes with a bottle of some paler ale that escapes my memory. I still had fun, though, and met a few people.

Then Marti insisted that I go into the scotch tasting room. Three brands later, I found myself wondering what I did to offend her. Bleh. Geb, of course, loved them, but I maintain they all tasted like burning tires.


In other news, August's IROSF comes out in about a week and a half. I got the article that I wanted and it was exactly what I wanted. We've got some pretty good reviews this month, too, so expect good things coming up.