Sat, 30 Aug 2003
Sunny Toronto
Sorry it's taken me so long to surface; I've been kind of
busy.
Our flight out went without a hitch, we arrived in Toronto on
schedule, managed to stay up on Tuesday night until a sensible
hour, and transitioned to local time without any headaches. It
would all have been great if I hadn't come down with a vicious
head-cold the day before spending nine hours in one or another
aluminium can scrabbling its way laboriously across the
stratosphere.
Wednesday we spent bumming around town, gawping at sights and
doing some shopping. Toronto has one single street -- its name
escapes me -- which is to dressmaking fabric and trim about
as content-rich as Amsterdam and London put together, and I've
got a feeling Feorag's luggage is going to be overweight on
the way home. Copious small Japanese and Chinese shopping
malls, weird high-rise architecture, polite drivers who don't
try to run down the pedestrians at every opportunity, a weird
subterranean rat-run of malls ...
Anyway. I'm now stuck in the middle of this here worldcon. And
my time is not my own. So I'm just snatching a few minutes
here to say I'm still alive, capable of blogging, and by the
way, has anyone else noticed the eerie similarities between
the adolescence and young adulthoods (up to 1919) of Fritz Lang
and Adolf Hitler?
(Oh yeah -- one other thing. If you are at Torcon 3 and run into
myself and Feorag, try to remember that the wedding congrats
are optional. It all happened some time ago ...)
[ Discuss conjose
(yes, I know this was last year's topic -- I believe in
recycling) ]
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