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Apr. 6th, 2010 10:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
girlofpreyI went to Eastercon over the weekend, with Jen, Alice and Liz. It was great, I stayed in a hotel, and went to panels about european fandom/s and all the unstranslated books from other countries we can't read, and steampunk, and alternative sexualities in sci-fi and fantasy, and proper science, where I learned stuff about hydrogen atoms and the Herschel telescope and black holes, which was nice. We watched Doctor Who and judged it slightly, and saw the new Universal Soldier film. We discovered a brand new game called Apples to Apples, which involves arguing that things are like a certain concept, even if they aren't, and which is brilliant. Unfortunately, the cold that I hoped would be gone by the time I went to the convention, or would go away over weekend anyway, is still here, though not as bad as it was. But overall it was very good.
However, on the way back from the con on the train, a man sat down across from me who I thought was a jerk who didn't mind making massive gestures in everyone else's personal space/line of vision. It turned out he was actually deaf, but while we were on the train he tried talking to me even though I don't know sign language. I worked some of it out, and we ended up writing back and forth to each other in my notebook for a bit. But he eventually ended up writing his full address and mobile phone number - which he already shown me on a card while trying to tell me his name - in my notebook, and either asking me if I would, or telling me to, come to his house or call him. He was quite nice about it, he said I was his friend and didn't ask me for my details or anything, but it was a bit weird. He seemed to be friends with the ticket conductor, who did know sign language, and he'd already told me about his 40 year-old girlfriend and teenage children and stuff, so like I say it didn't seem dodgy. But I did notice that his tobacco tin did have a picture of an attractive woman with her t-shirt pulled up over her nipples on it. So. I told him I had a lot of friends I didn't keep in touch with like I wanted, and others I did go see a bit, so I probably wouldn't call him, and like I say I didn't give him my address or many details about myself, so it's probably fine, but still. It was a bit strange.
And then when I got home, I found two letters waiting for me. One was a letter from Nottingham City Council saying they were paying me back some Council Tax or Council Tax benefit or something, with a cheque inside for £145. The other was my final bill from E.On, saying that having compared the readings my landlords had gotten off the dude who owns the garage where the meters are to my previous, estimated readings, I now owed them £327. So today hasn't been AS good, really.
However, on the way back from the con on the train, a man sat down across from me who I thought was a jerk who didn't mind making massive gestures in everyone else's personal space/line of vision. It turned out he was actually deaf, but while we were on the train he tried talking to me even though I don't know sign language. I worked some of it out, and we ended up writing back and forth to each other in my notebook for a bit. But he eventually ended up writing his full address and mobile phone number - which he already shown me on a card while trying to tell me his name - in my notebook, and either asking me if I would, or telling me to, come to his house or call him. He was quite nice about it, he said I was his friend and didn't ask me for my details or anything, but it was a bit weird. He seemed to be friends with the ticket conductor, who did know sign language, and he'd already told me about his 40 year-old girlfriend and teenage children and stuff, so like I say it didn't seem dodgy. But I did notice that his tobacco tin did have a picture of an attractive woman with her t-shirt pulled up over her nipples on it. So. I told him I had a lot of friends I didn't keep in touch with like I wanted, and others I did go see a bit, so I probably wouldn't call him, and like I say I didn't give him my address or many details about myself, so it's probably fine, but still. It was a bit strange.
And then when I got home, I found two letters waiting for me. One was a letter from Nottingham City Council saying they were paying me back some Council Tax or Council Tax benefit or something, with a cheque inside for £145. The other was my final bill from E.On, saying that having compared the readings my landlords had gotten off the dude who owns the garage where the meters are to my previous, estimated readings, I now owed them £327. So today hasn't been AS good, really.
