From Atlanta to Louis ville to Dallas, the American Medical Writers Association sure doesn't like to gather in the typical conference towns. And even though I was from the area, I was unfamiliar with downtown Dallas.

This year's conference was going to be very important, as I was giving a three-hour cancer pharmacology workshop and speaking on a ( Read more... )

Last week, I had issues with flies in my apartment, and on Tuesday, after killing over three dozen flies, I was not in the mood to cook dinner, so I took advantage of Rubio's Fish Taco Tuesdays. And then I took advantage of the Barnes and Noble to finish reading PowersI sat in one of the chairs by the graphic novel section. To my right, someone had ( Read more... )

Previously on Buffista F2F: Seattle Edition-I arrived in Seattle, hung out with friends, and explored the city a bit. Then I hung out with Buffistas a lot. When last you saw me, I was leaving Plei's brunch to make my own way to the Science Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame.

( Saturday afternoon: Science Fiction Museum, Experience Music Project, and snack )

It's the "25 Things" meme that's taken Facebook by storm! I feel that I must share them with you as well because you know me better. Or do you even know me at all?

( 25 Things, or: A Brief History of Polter-Cow )

In which I describe in brief my travel to San Antonio for a breast cancer symposium.

( You know me, I can't not document things like trying new types of fish, going to da club, and hanging with my brother. )

At the fondue party on Sunday, Janet invited us all to come see her brother's band, Hey Ocean!, on Friday and/or Saturday. I assumed they were an unknown local band I would have many chances to see, like Rachel's brother's band. But when I looked them up, I discovered they were A) from Canada and B) fairly big there! There was a lot of good press ( Read more... )

I am sort of Indian, sometimes. I'm certainly not Indian enough for my parents, who want me to have more Indian friends and marry an Indian girl, but I am...sort of Indian, sometimes.

There's Ravi (zetetyc). We met freshman year at Rice, in fencing class. Amusingly enough, the reason we got to know each other is because we had the same last name, so our ( Read more... )

One wedding down, one to go. Yeah, Ravi and Laura love each other so much they got married twice. They're so fucking married no god can argue with it. Except maybe Thor.

I cordially invite you to the wedding of Ravi and Laura. Again.

( So there was all this religious Catholic stuff with words and singing and gifts and stuff. After most things, I would hear an 'Amen' from the left side of the church, the bride's side, the Catholic side. Sometimes, however, the Father would say some lines, and the Catholics would say some other line back to him, and he would continue, and they would provide the next line. I didn't realize a Catholic wedding had audience participation that involved your knowing what to say at specific points. It was like Rocky Horror. )

So my little sister thinks she's found me a wife ( Read more... )

This past weekend was the Buffista F2F, which by some cosmic twist of fate happened to take place in San Francisco the very year I moved to the Bay Area. Like the Alamo Marsathon, it was a gathering of folk who knew each other from the Internet. I'd been a Buffista since 2004, when I stumbled across the board due to the Wonderfalls cancellation. ( Read more... )