*snif*

[framlingem]

So I got a phone call from the mail room on Friday - "Miss F, there's a package here for you, please come and pick it up." Yeehaa, think I! Goodies! Could this mean that the powercord for Pippin is here?

So I run gleefully down to the mail room... and there's not one, but TWO packages! Sweet!

The first one was from home, containing the powercord (they'd finally found it in a vase. Honestly, that's the first place I'd have looked.), two CLUB chocolate biscuit things, a pair of gloves from my ever-caring mother, and letters from everyone. Also the remote control for my stereo system.

The second one... whoo boy. Does anyone remember me talking about the teacher of mine who had a stroke this summer? The one who's one of my dearest friends? Well, last spring she invited me to go to Worldcon with her. For those of you not in the know, that's the World Science Fiction Convention. A whole week of wonderful people, puns, space aliens, and the like. The toastmaster was none other than Spider Robinson. She had a spare ticket because her husband couldn't go - and neither could I, as I had to travel to Newfoundland instead. If the con had been a week earlier, I'd have been there.

Point? I had a point?

So the second package was from Laurel, and the first thing I see when I open it is the official TorCon III bag, complete with spacesuited beaver emblazoned on the front. And yep... it's full of goodies. Top one was an autographed picture of Jonothan Llyr, host of 'HypaSpace!' (one of the newsprograms on SpaceTV), reading "Em - wish you were here.". Very cool. Then there was the con program, the souvenir bookletweighty tome, a DUNE short-story exclusively available at the con, a book I'd never heard of that was good, an ANALOG-esque magazine... the list goes on. And then, right at the bottom... treasure. I went into "Gollum-mode", crouched protectively on my bed, stroking it and going "preciousssss..."

A copy of "Lady Slings the Booze". Autographed by the Man Himself. "Dear Em. We have GOT to stop not-meeting like this. Spider."

What would be the equivalent? Let's see... an amateur manga artist getting an autograph from Miyazaki. Someone who picks random chords on a guitar in an effort to make song getting an autograph from David Gilmoure or Hendrix.

Autographs make me feel special. It makes my book/napkin/cd unique.

And to get one from the writer I most admire in the world, the guy whose work gives me more hope and joy than anything else... and through the grace and thoughtfulness of someone I respect as an amazing woman, who thought of me despite everything else that had to be filling her head and despite all the pain she's gone through in recent months... that's even more precious.

Appropriately effusive thank-you letters are on their way to both Spider and Laurel.

Comments

[ashkitty.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, Em. Preciousssss indeed, that is fucking awesome!!!!!!

[framlingem.livejournal.com]

:D I know :) I pick it up and read the autograph every time I walk past it.