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Nine Worlds; also, ouch
Aug. 13th, 2018 04:46 pmThis weekend I was at Nine Worlds, where I broke AND dislocated my toe (two for the price of one!) by accidentally kicking L in the back of the foot when he ran in front of me. He didn't even notice, but I guess it was a really unlucky angle for me. Happily we were on our way home anyway at that point, so I phoned doop to meet us on the tube, handed L over on the Jubilee Line, and went to Guy's Urgent Care.
Nurse: well we wouldn't usually X-ray for a broken toe, and it *might* just be bad bruising rather than a dislocation.
Me, via thought bubble: honestly I am pretty sure it is dislocated, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered coming in.
Me, out loud: I can't bend it, and really it doesn't *feel* the same way as the last twice I broke it.
I was correct, well done me, 100% for diagnosis, 0% for NOT BREAKING BONES YOU IDIOT.
Anyway. That was Friday, which happily was the only day L was coming with me; I was OK-if-sore-and-tired hobbling round on Sat and Sun on my own, but would have had no hope of keeping up with L. Prior to that, L demonstrated his Uranium costume to people -- he had alpha particles, to decay with, and swap-in acetates of the uranium decay chain for his T shirt -- and spent a lot of time in the kids' space. He also hung out peacefully behind me while I did a panel first thing (well done him!), and came along to the fountain pen meet-up and showed people his nice marker pens.
Saturday I went to a talk on dystopian fashion in film; a Harry Potter and the Cursed Child panel which was just lovely; a bit of Top of the SFF Cops (Vimes won, as was proper); a bit of "This IS your grandmother's knitting" (about historical knitting stuff); a Whedon sing-along which had too much Dr Horrible and not enough Buffy; and the Black Sails panel which had ACTUAL LUKE ARNOLD on it! (I will write up my notes on that one later this week for interested parties.)
The Cabaret in the evening was good fun; I gather the disco was good fun, but as I couldn't dance & was also exhausted, I went home. (WOE. SADNESS.)
Sunday I saw a little bit of a panel about social media and art, which was interesting; a bit of one about mental health in SFF; the whole of one about the portrayals of migration in SFF, which featured Jeannette Ng, Aliette du Bodard, and Jo Lindsay Walton, who were all great; and finished up with "Inhumanity?" about non-human beings in SFF, which fired up a bunch of interesting thoughts in my head.
Then I spent a lovely few hours hanging out in the bar with lovely people, which is the correct sort of end to a con. Hurrah.
(I really could have done without the broken toe though.
Nurse: well we wouldn't usually X-ray for a broken toe, and it *might* just be bad bruising rather than a dislocation.
Me, via thought bubble: honestly I am pretty sure it is dislocated, otherwise I wouldn't have bothered coming in.
Me, out loud: I can't bend it, and really it doesn't *feel* the same way as the last twice I broke it.
I was correct, well done me, 100% for diagnosis, 0% for NOT BREAKING BONES YOU IDIOT.
Anyway. That was Friday, which happily was the only day L was coming with me; I was OK-if-sore-and-tired hobbling round on Sat and Sun on my own, but would have had no hope of keeping up with L. Prior to that, L demonstrated his Uranium costume to people -- he had alpha particles, to decay with, and swap-in acetates of the uranium decay chain for his T shirt -- and spent a lot of time in the kids' space. He also hung out peacefully behind me while I did a panel first thing (well done him!), and came along to the fountain pen meet-up and showed people his nice marker pens.
Saturday I went to a talk on dystopian fashion in film; a Harry Potter and the Cursed Child panel which was just lovely; a bit of Top of the SFF Cops (Vimes won, as was proper); a bit of "This IS your grandmother's knitting" (about historical knitting stuff); a Whedon sing-along which had too much Dr Horrible and not enough Buffy; and the Black Sails panel which had ACTUAL LUKE ARNOLD on it! (I will write up my notes on that one later this week for interested parties.)
The Cabaret in the evening was good fun; I gather the disco was good fun, but as I couldn't dance & was also exhausted, I went home. (WOE. SADNESS.)
Sunday I saw a little bit of a panel about social media and art, which was interesting; a bit of one about mental health in SFF; the whole of one about the portrayals of migration in SFF, which featured Jeannette Ng, Aliette du Bodard, and Jo Lindsay Walton, who were all great; and finished up with "Inhumanity?" about non-human beings in SFF, which fired up a bunch of interesting thoughts in my head.
Then I spent a lovely few hours hanging out in the bar with lovely people, which is the correct sort of end to a con. Hurrah.
(I really could have done without the broken toe though.
