... the IT man in LibraryLand
This Saturday last was that one special day we await all year dreaming of how wonderful, magical and uplifting it shall be - Salsa Girl's birthday.
So I spent the day going to my first footy grand final to see the mighty Pies in action. Legion2 was able to snaffle us tickets in the members so we attended in fancy collared shirts and sat through a tense game and will now be able to tell the tale of our having been at the famous drawn Grand Final.
All in all it was a little deflating not getting a result but I think we got off lightly in the end and the experience was quite good - they have cushioned seats in the members.
However I do think that all the trouble of the draw could have been easily avoided if only they had seen fit to call me out of the crowd to take one of the shots on goal and win the premiership for the black and white.
To ease the minds of those with a romantic bent I did take all of Friday off to spend with the lovely Salsa Girl and participated in all sorts of romantic activities like: visiting the Grand Final parade; strolling through the park hand in hand amidst thousands of others leaving the Grand Final Parade; lunching on Lygon street and admiring the team colours festooned about; and, the largest sacrifice, going to the museum and exploring the Titanic exhibition which had nothing even remotely footbally about it.
As the footy was a draw I suppose I shall have to do it all again this week.
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Happiness is an Empty Blog
Well what do you know. Who would have thought that being in a state of happiness would have precluded one from scribing posts for The Tales?
Many things have been taking me away from the blogosphere and towards sublimity. Among them are: many an outing with Salsa Girl whom you may have realised is the successful candidate; the magnificence of the Magpies as we cruise into September footy action - enjoyed along with the Legion2, BrotherStealer, Mirri Cat Warrior and the aforementioned Salsa Girl; and the most recent piece of happiness to come my way is my attainment of Uncle status once more with Legion3 and Madmog providing me with my second niece.
So all in all I'm sure they are all fantastic reasons for one to be away from ones usual writing station and I accept your forgiveness for my little lapse into lassitude.
I'm sure that I shall be returning to a more regular schedule in the near future so keep your eye on The Tales.
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Many things have been taking me away from the blogosphere and towards sublimity. Among them are: many an outing with Salsa Girl whom you may have realised is the successful candidate; the magnificence of the Magpies as we cruise into September footy action - enjoyed along with the Legion2, BrotherStealer, Mirri Cat Warrior and the aforementioned Salsa Girl; and the most recent piece of happiness to come my way is my attainment of Uncle status once more with Legion3 and Madmog providing me with my second niece.
So all in all I'm sure they are all fantastic reasons for one to be away from ones usual writing station and I accept your forgiveness for my little lapse into lassitude.
I'm sure that I shall be returning to a more regular schedule in the near future so keep your eye on The Tales.
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Ilario by Mary Gentle
With not much of great import having happened over the past few days I think it would be the occasion to put forth my review of this one that I finished nigh on a week back. I mean none of you loyal readers of mine would be interested in hearing of the delightful dinner and evening one spent in the company of Salsa Girl last night would you? No I thought such things would spark little interest.
So on with Ilario.
This book is a sort of prequel to the weighty tome Ash (that I read last year) in that it is at least set in the same world only some time earlier and actually has very little to connect it to the goings on in Ash - at least that I easily picked up on. Nevertheless I enjoyed it for it's exploration of the grander political machinations of the Mediterranean states and the many dips into interesting history that Mary does so love to turn into significant events within her writings.
Three and a half stars for this one.
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So on with Ilario.
This book is a sort of prequel to the weighty tome Ash (that I read last year) in that it is at least set in the same world only some time earlier and actually has very little to connect it to the goings on in Ash - at least that I easily picked up on. Nevertheless I enjoyed it for it's exploration of the grander political machinations of the Mediterranean states and the many dips into interesting history that Mary does so love to turn into significant events within her writings.
Three and a half stars for this one.
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Talks with China
This Saturday last saw my first ever attendance at a Melbourne Writer's Festival event. The event of choice being an author talk by China Miéville and Alistair Reynolds on the subject of Frontiers of the Imagination.
One was joined in this endeavour by Legion2, MatrixMan, Vengeful Vic, and Salsa Girl. Between our little group we had read a large amount of the respective authors oeuvre (although some of us had read none at all, being there purely for the atmosphere of the event).
We gathered in the foyer and subsequently joined the end of a snake-like queue that wend it's way around the mezzanine before curling down the main staircase.
Whilst we waited for movement from our line who should brush past me but none other than Sister Serials forging her way to some other, obviously lesser, event of the MWF. Naturally I called out to her in friendly comradeship only to find myself snubbed as she stormed up the stairs on her mission with nary a backward glance in my direction. We'll see who gets IT support this week.
The talk itself was quite interesting with both authors touching on their methods, influences, and aims of their work. Questions were solicited from the audience and, perhaps surprisingly, I found there to be no need to cringe at those posed by the many fans who raised hands skywards.
After the event we stopped for a refreshing drink and bite to eat at a nearby venue before it was time for people to be homeward bound.
Salsa Girl and I were left to ourselves and proceeded to while away the afternoon talking and walking before ending the evening in the most perfect way imaginable - watching the mighty pies dominate in the footy.
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One was joined in this endeavour by Legion2, MatrixMan, Vengeful Vic, and Salsa Girl. Between our little group we had read a large amount of the respective authors oeuvre (although some of us had read none at all, being there purely for the atmosphere of the event).
We gathered in the foyer and subsequently joined the end of a snake-like queue that wend it's way around the mezzanine before curling down the main staircase.
Whilst we waited for movement from our line who should brush past me but none other than Sister Serials forging her way to some other, obviously lesser, event of the MWF. Naturally I called out to her in friendly comradeship only to find myself snubbed as she stormed up the stairs on her mission with nary a backward glance in my direction. We'll see who gets IT support this week.
The talk itself was quite interesting with both authors touching on their methods, influences, and aims of their work. Questions were solicited from the audience and, perhaps surprisingly, I found there to be no need to cringe at those posed by the many fans who raised hands skywards.
After the event we stopped for a refreshing drink and bite to eat at a nearby venue before it was time for people to be homeward bound.
Salsa Girl and I were left to ourselves and proceeded to while away the afternoon talking and walking before ending the evening in the most perfect way imaginable - watching the mighty pies dominate in the footy.
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