Taking a Break
Saturday, June 18th, 2005 03:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanni...from manuscript-tweaking. Still haven't figured out how to fix that continuity problem. I'm sure there's a very simple solution buried under all this paper.
Mozart has been complaining bitterly -- bitterly! -- that I haven't been spending enough time in the blue chair, so he can sprawl on my lap and /i/m/p/e/d/e help with the Creative Process. Right now, he's sitting upright on my lap, nuzzling my chin and purring. His nose, I report, is cold.
This somehow weirdly reminds me of the Velveteen Rabbit story.
As I may or may not have mentioned, BEA functions as an industry potlach, with everybody giving away as much of anything as they possibly can, and if they can also outdo the Other Guy while they're doing it -- so much the better. Thus, some of things that are being given away make No Sense. The NYC Yellow Snow Fox plushie being handed out by Cliff Notes, for instance. Some handouts make quite a bit of sense -- books leap to mind. And the t-shirt a friend sent me from a BEA Past, which was celebrating Alexander's 30th birthday.
Yes, yes, you're thinking -- and what does all this have to do with the Velveteen Rabbit?
Only this: As Kinzel and I, on one of our rare breaks from our labors at the Meisha Merlin booth, wandered the BEA, we chanced to pass by the HCI booth, and there behind the table facing the aisle was a gentleman in the uniform of the Javits Center Service Staff. He was a rather large gentleman, and he was holding high in one hand a substantial cardboard box. With the other hand he was reaching into the box and extracting large handfuls of Velveteen Rabbits, which he dumped onto the already substantial pile of Velveteen Rabbits scattered hun-to-bun on the table.
Kinzel and I paused to admire the efficiency of the operation, and the gentleman looked up, caught our eye and gave us a rather strained smile.
"Here, have a rabbit!" he commanded.
And so we did -- and do...
Here ends the test of the new icon.
Mozart has been complaining bitterly -- bitterly! -- that I haven't been spending enough time in the blue chair, so he can sprawl on my lap and /i/m/p/e/d/e help with the Creative Process. Right now, he's sitting upright on my lap, nuzzling my chin and purring. His nose, I report, is cold.
This somehow weirdly reminds me of the Velveteen Rabbit story.
As I may or may not have mentioned, BEA functions as an industry potlach, with everybody giving away as much of anything as they possibly can, and if they can also outdo the Other Guy while they're doing it -- so much the better. Thus, some of things that are being given away make No Sense. The NYC Yellow Snow Fox plushie being handed out by Cliff Notes, for instance. Some handouts make quite a bit of sense -- books leap to mind. And the t-shirt a friend sent me from a BEA Past, which was celebrating Alexander's 30th birthday.
Yes, yes, you're thinking -- and what does all this have to do with the Velveteen Rabbit?
Only this: As Kinzel and I, on one of our rare breaks from our labors at the Meisha Merlin booth, wandered the BEA, we chanced to pass by the HCI booth, and there behind the table facing the aisle was a gentleman in the uniform of the Javits Center Service Staff. He was a rather large gentleman, and he was holding high in one hand a substantial cardboard box. With the other hand he was reaching into the box and extracting large handfuls of Velveteen Rabbits, which he dumped onto the already substantial pile of Velveteen Rabbits scattered hun-to-bun on the table.
Kinzel and I paused to admire the efficiency of the operation, and the gentleman looked up, caught our eye and gave us a rather strained smile.
"Here, have a rabbit!" he commanded.
And so we did -- and do...
Here ends the test of the new icon.
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Date: 2005-06-18 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-19 08:02 am (UTC)A rubber chicken's a handy item to have about. I can't count the number of times I've said to myself, "Now, if only I had a rubber chicken..." 'course the lack of same has probably kept me from getting booked for assault...