BRAINPAN LEAKAGE

I can’t even mimic Brando at this point…

Not my night? Hell, it ain’t been my week apparently.

If you read my previous blog you know that Momma Nature in all her bitchy glory, sent freezing rain and sleet down upon our heads today. And, as a result, my flight to Detroit was canceled, effectively keeping me from arriving at ConVocation, where I was to sign books, present workshops, and hang out with tons of really cool people.

Well, okay… bad enough… The airline managed to re-book me for a flight early tomorrow morning. All good. Not exactly the most convenient time as far as getting to the airport, etc, but I made the arrangements, left my bags packed and by the door… I was ready.

Well, Mistress Nature is gearing up to give us another ice lashing. She should start in on us again around midnight and continue on through tomorrow evening. Soooooo, in what must have been a preemptive move on the part of the airline, my flight was canceled, yet again…

I just can’t catch a break…

I suppose it was probably a combination of the weather, and accommodating passengers from other flights as well as those already booked prior to all this. Not to mention that for all I know the new flight might have been coming from one of the points East that is now getting beaten by waves 1 and 2 of this storm system.

At any rate, the best they could do is get me to Detroit sometime Saturday. Maybe. If I was lucky, the weather dominatrix sleeps tonight, and if I held my tongue just right while clicking my heels together and saying “There’s no place like Detroit, there’s no place like Detroit…”

I was willing to give that a go, but the problem is this – I would get in sometime Saturday… Maybe morning, maybe afternoon… Maybe even evening… Not really sure. They were shooting for morning, but hey, they were also shooting for today as I recall, and we saw how that turned out… Either way, the event ends by noon on Sunday. So, in essence I would have arrived (maybe) and someone would have had to come pick me up, then get me back to the hotel, check me in, etc, etc… By that time I might be able to mingle for a bit then go to bed, get up, pack, and go to the airport to come home.

The long and short of it… I’m not going to be at ConVocation this year. I’m not happy about it and neither are they. But, we all realize there isn’t much we can do.

So, save your programs. If you see me in the future, I’ll be glad to sign them… Hey, it will be a collectors item. The event I was supposed to be at but never made it to… If you are after one of my books while at the con, they have those there too. Tell Dorothy Morrison I said she could sign them for me.

My next tour date? The Ostara Festival in Harker Heights, Texas… That’s a couple of weeks away yet… Let’s hope the weather bitch is in a better mood by then…

More to come…

Murv

No, EK isn’t doing the “June Cleaver Dominatrix” thing…Although, I think I’ll have to discuss that with her later, could be fun…ahem… But, let’s keep this family oriented for the time being…

So, some of you are/were expecting to see me in the Detroit area at ConVocation this weekend. That is still a possibility, but it is kind of up in the air…Why? Because it is up in the air, not me.

I was scheduled to fly out today… In fact, I am theoretically supposed to be boarding a plane right this minute… However, Momma Nature is the one strapping on the leather and stilettos this go around, and because she is in such a bitchy mood, my flight got canceled. (see below)

fig 1. The fateful canceled e-ticket

fig 2. What the National Weather Service has to say about things

fig 3. A map to go with the diatribe

fig 4. Radar imagery of the evil poo falling on my head

Soooo… As it stands right now, I have been re-booked on a flight leaving at Oh-Dark-Thirty tomorrow (02/22) morning. Of course, as you can see from the map and the weather service notice this storm probably isn’t going to end until sometime tomorrow afternoon. Therefore, my flight could get canceled again.

Right now it is just a waiting game…But, I’m here to tell you, this storm is VERY un-pretty, and just getting worse…

More to come…

Murv