And I am a day late for my blogaversary. You know what else I just realized? My 4-year anniversary with Mr. Katje was 4 days ago and we have marked the occasion in no way whatsoever. I think because we forgot. Either way, it’s clear that I am terrible with anniversaries. And so is Mr. Katje. We make a good team. Anyway. There was a draw for ebooks. WINNER ANNOUNCING TIME I used Random.org to pick a winner, and the winner is Shawna! Congrats! Check your inbox for an email from me. In other news I will be volunteering
Not in that way, ya pervs.
Planned vlog for next week: I read Fifty Shades of Grey and play the drinking game! Possibly with my bra on my head.
Yesterday I woke up at 6pm. The takeaway from this is that my sleep schedule has been borked. Again. So, natch, I’m pulling an all-nighter to right it. I have my first volunteer day for VIWF on Thursday. 10 am, Granville Island. I’ll need an hour to drive out there and an hour to get ready in the morning, and I like being early. No time to slowly fix the sleep schedule over 2 weeks, unfortunately. Need to do an urgent patch. Waking up at 6pm meant I was almost too late for the VanSlam. Luckily, I got in
Last week I volunteered sixteen hours at the Writers Fest. If you’ve been reading my posts, you already know this. I wanted to give a brief recap of the week, along with pictures I took (or had taken of me). My volunteering hours were spent selling raffle tickets. The raffle was to win a painting by Andre Petterson. I’m not going to lie, it was a bit of a hard sell. I think the painting didn’t really appeal to a lot of people, and I think the people it did appeal do didn’t have any place to put it.
Quite honestly, though, there is one guy in every group of people who want to discuss feminism at more than a 101 level who just has to bring it back down to a 100 level. That happened Thursday night. As a volunteer for VIWF, I have the option to enter into a ticket lottery to win one comp ticket to an event I want to see. I managed to score a ticket for Women and Literature, which was my first choice. I was super-stoked. This was definitely the one event I really wanted to see. The event was a
Slight trigger warning: mention of rape, colonialism Wednesday night my volunteer shift was during Junot Diaz‘s reading and Q&A session (followed by signing). I’d never heard of him before then — apparently a lot of Canada hasn’t, even though he’s fairly well known in the States. For me, I think it’s just because I tend to know authors within a certain genre — speculative fiction — and I don’t really pay attention to what’s called ‘mainstream’ fiction. But I fell in love with him during his talk. He talked about how science fiction and comic books are the genres
It’s here already! Wow, that was quick. Half the month is gone. Seriously, am I getting abducted by aliens and losing time? It really feels like it. Today is the first day of the Vancouver International Writers Fest! I’m volunteering as a raffle ticket seller, which means looking nice and convincing people to buy tickets for a raffle of a really pretty painting. Also, I’m late. Well, not yet. But I did want to leave by 1pm so I could be there in plenty of time to find a parking space. I’m going to be leaving closer to 1:15
I’ve been productive today and yesterday. Granted, a bit less today, probably because I slept for fifteen hours and could have gone back for more (read: I’m exhausted). But I have gotten a lot done. Yesterday I started the huge task of reorganizing all my books. You see, when I moved here, my mom unpacked my books and organized them as best she could, bless her. She did a really good job, but I am obsessively neurotic when it comes to organizing my books. (And a lot of other things, actually.) I also started doing laundry because…drum roll please…I
I have spent the past 2 days volunteering in the food service part of the Vancouver International Writer’s Festival (which I’ve blogged about previously). It has been awesome. Food service for events — doing prep work in the kitchen and working concession stands during intermission — is something I excel at, and as I never tire of having my ego stroked hearing that I’m wonderful from staff is, in a word, heaven. Of course, my arms and legs are killing me because I worked harder in the past two days than I have in the past three months. Totally
My mom got two free tickets to go see Ursula K. Le Guin present at the Vancouver Writers’ Festival. She’s taking me. It’s on Saturday. On Saturday, I get to see one of the premiere female fantasy writers present. I get to see Ursula K. Le Guin — one of my favorite authors — in person. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Katje van Loon has officially said SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! And will say it again. SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Ursula K. Le Guin! Oh my Gods! -Katje