Cool. (I was the reverse Deb--Seattle meant, "Yay, no travel!" while SF meant, "Yay, somebody else gets to plan it!") Assuming I get a job in the next month or two and we can afford it, I and possibly dw the DH and Annabel will be there with bells on.

Is there *any* way to get you guys to SF??

Magic 8 Ball sez probably not.

Magic 8 Ball also sez that sez is too easily typed as sex.

Magic 8 Ball sez probably not.

What *would* it take for you guys to be able to go?

Wheee to SF, although it would nicer if Plei and family were coming. Maybe we can all get together and figure out teleporting by then.

What *would* it take for you guys to be able to go?

Took the question out of my mouth. Damn it, Plei. Money, housing, time?

And that's in the full knowledge that I'll hopefully be in Seattle in October, for the Matty deal at Barnes & Noble.

So, okay. I'll ring up Sheila Fonseca in the morning before my neuro appointment, and let her know she's got a party on her hands. I'll then sit down with her over a latte and crunch the "what do you need from us upfront" numbers. And then I need Laura.

In re the fund, should it be associated with the appropriate credit card, or should I be responsible for maintaining and accounting it? I'm easy for however people would prefer it done.

edit: wow, does my typing blow dead bears with a kitten on my lap.

Let the record show that the Buffistas have chosen wearing a flower in their hair over smelling like teen spirit.

Let the record also show that I am now earwormed with Weird Al Yankovic's My Baby's In Love With Eddie Vedder.

Took the question out of my mouth. Damn it, Plei. Money, housing, time?

All of the above, plus a travel-loving extrovert for a child. Travel is too much of a stress on all systems for the next year or two.

Billytea, you're evil. And I just realised I don't have any Nirvana in my computer, damn it.

Plei, crapcrapcrapCRAP. Jo was like that, before about age two; then she settled down to "potential blackmailer note-taking" veriety of child traveller.

She may chill a bit before next spring. I'm not going to press or push, but - keep it open, please? It would be so much cooler if you guys were here.

Billytea, you're evil.

No, no, I'm Son of Evil. I found this out from a Crown Prosecutor one day. Apparently in the days when my dad was in partnership with his brother, said prosecutor used to call the both of them Evil. (And D's secondborn, Son of Evil.) He did this so he could refer to their junior partner as the Lesser of Two Evils.

...He did this so he could refer to their junior partner as the Lesser of Two Evils.

Why am I now remembering the Gahan Wilson cartoon, with two enormous men in bulky, weirdly anonymous clothing, greeting each other on the street? Each of them holding the hand of a small, nondescript female, about one third their size?

The caption was "...and this is my little woman."