Obligatory Pre-WisCon Post
Tuesday, May 18th, 2010 06:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jesse_the_kI've been busy recently. Here's what I know
I'll be at WisCon – I'm even staying at the Concourse, which means I may be available after 8pm for short bursts. Looking forward to meeting up with all you virtual lovely folk. I'm especially interested in meeting first timers: don't hesitate to speak with me. I'm the well-nourished white woman with her name badge on her hat, zooming in my powerchair. FYI: if you touch my shoulders I will a) scream and b) may run over your feet.
I've enjoyed cooking up an Apocalypse Jeopardy game, 4pm on Friday right after the Gathering on floor 1.5 in Assembly. Three end-of-the-world wizards – J J Pionke, John Joseph Adams & Erin Cashier – will be competing for bragging rights. Come on down!
On Monday, 10am in Assembly, Juliana will wrangle me, Vylar Kaftan, Julie Andrews, & Jennifer Pelland as we address how to include disabled characters in your works – and how not to.
Particularly forsparkymonster, but I think everyone can benefit from a wee octopus:
see more cute baby animals at the Daily Squee
Today has been really, really, really, hard. Here's some of why:
The new-Rx-shrink I've waiting 3 months to see, in hopes of getting meds to help me function, called in sick. When I called to reschedule, they said "First opening is July." Yeah, no.
I filed a complaint about poor customer service with my bus company, and they sent back a commentary that skillfully blended offense and defense to the point where steam came out my ears. Called me a liar, too.
One of my heroes in the disability rights community died today, Barb Bechdol. She ran her own life, loved her own way, rallied many people for many causes, most recently the annual Disability Pride Parade in Chicago. She loved puns and SF. Before I met her, I would sometimes nod and pretend to understand people with speech impairments, because I was embarrassed with my limitations in comprehension. She taught me that it's always worth taking the time to understand what people have to communicate. She lived four years after her diagnosis of stage 2 breast cancer (and deciding not to have chemo and radiation). A more complete obit will follow when I can think more clearly.
I'll be at WisCon – I'm even staying at the Concourse, which means I may be available after 8pm for short bursts. Looking forward to meeting up with all you virtual lovely folk. I'm especially interested in meeting first timers: don't hesitate to speak with me. I'm the well-nourished white woman with her name badge on her hat, zooming in my powerchair. FYI: if you touch my shoulders I will a) scream and b) may run over your feet.
I've enjoyed cooking up an Apocalypse Jeopardy game, 4pm on Friday right after the Gathering on floor 1.5 in Assembly. Three end-of-the-world wizards – J J Pionke, John Joseph Adams & Erin Cashier – will be competing for bragging rights. Come on down!
On Monday, 10am in Assembly, Juliana will wrangle me, Vylar Kaftan, Julie Andrews, & Jennifer Pelland as we address how to include disabled characters in your works – and how not to.
Particularly for
sparkymonster, but I think everyone can benefit from a wee octopus:see more cute baby animals at the Daily Squee
Today has been really, really, really, hard. Here's some of why:
The new-Rx-shrink I've waiting 3 months to see, in hopes of getting meds to help me function, called in sick. When I called to reschedule, they said "First opening is July." Yeah, no.
I filed a complaint about poor customer service with my bus company, and they sent back a commentary that skillfully blended offense and defense to the point where steam came out my ears. Called me a liar, too.
One of my heroes in the disability rights community died today, Barb Bechdol. She ran her own life, loved her own way, rallied many people for many causes, most recently the annual Disability Pride Parade in Chicago. She loved puns and SF. Before I met her, I would sometimes nod and pretend to understand people with speech impairments, because I was embarrassed with my limitations in comprehension. She taught me that it's always worth taking the time to understand what people have to communicate. She lived four years after her diagnosis of stage 2 breast cancer (and deciding not to have chemo and radiation). A more complete obit will follow when I can think more clearly.
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Date: 2010-05-21 01:47 am (UTC)I'm slowly getting more accustomed to the "death is part of life" reality. Don't know if I'll ever get comfortable with it, however.