Hilary Booth... of course!

So I've had a longer week than intended. My parents came into town for their usual round of doctor appointments and catching up with family. Then Friday I came down with a dreadful cold/allergy attack that sapped all my energy over the weekend.

What did I do with my "free time"? I watched two movies. One was Dirigible, a 1931 movie directed by Frank Capra and starring Fay Wray, both prior to their rise to fame. I was more interested in the pretty airship scenes than the Hollywood love triangle. So much for being a romantic at heart. I also finally watched "Casino Royale" with Daniel Craig. I quite liked this incarnation. Sauve, but lethal. It was hard getting attached to the romance, though, knowing the original story.

It's October, so I've signed up for another round of Nano. Friends of mine can sigh dramatically "Of course you did". The Nano journal is over at nanonano. Most years it's just me talking about the writing process and updates with the occasional friendslocked excerpt. Last year I did mini_nanowrimo, so who knows.

I also signed up for bigfinishlove's Doctor Who Audio Ficathon, so I spent some of this weekend lining up my ducks on what canon I'd require. (I actually like the "Recommended canon" section of the signups. While it may seem narrow, it does let you know what your requester was thinking when they signed up. Not sure if that'd work or hurt for other ficathons.)

The last day of the con brought the usual closing down and hugs and goodbyes. neadods and I wound up on the same flight to Detroit so we spent a lot of time together waiting at the airport. She let me borrow her Wurlitzer to listen to the first half of Big Finish audio "Storm Warning". Being a zeppelin/airship geek, I was amused by the way they used a historical event for their purposes. The R-101 did crash and did take a British Air Minister with it. There will probably be some burblings over the background and accuracy of said usage, possibly with pictures. I spotted a couple of things that weren't quite right. I understand why they did it, but it's still annoying.

At the Detroit airport, we went our seperate ways since she was headed to BWI and me to Reagan. The flight was uneventful, but it took forever to get our bags. I think they must have had only one working conveyer belt.

And now I'm home. The apartment doesn't seem to have fared too badly while I was gone, comparatively speaking. (When your hotel is over 60% humidity, anything is seen as a vast improvement, even it isn't really.) I'll probably set the dehumidifier to its paces anyway.

David Tennant's "Secret Smile" is playing on BBC America right now. They'll repeat it later in evening and the second part follows the next night. He was even skating. I'm now picturing him and Barrowman skating around together. Bad girl, you've come under dark influences...

For those who are just returning or need to catch up, my reports from both journals:
Media West Day 1/2
Media West Day 2
Media West Day 3
Early report
Fannish recap

Today in history: 68 years ago, a zeppelin fell out of the sky in Lakehurst, New Jersey. Her name was Hindenburg. Herb Morrison recorded the legendary event for posterity.

Gumshoe Who Wore Pince-Nez: Columbia is having an exhibit on Ellery Queen through June 30th for the detective's (and both writers') 100th birthday. I missed the symposium at the end of last month. Want to go, will have to research New York again.