Woosh!

[sistawendy]

I've put out fires for work in the morning two days in a row. That's... suboptimal timing, considering my business travel schedule.

Unusually, the Wendling didn't spend either Friday night or Saturday night with me on a kid weekend; his mother needed him at home, as I recall. Because of his work schedule and this weekend's highway construction, he only got to Emerald City Comicon for all of two hours. I felt sorry for him, but he seemed genuinely satisfied. Comics aren't really my thing, so I wouldn't have been there at all if it hadn't been for him. Yes, the costumes are fabulous, but Norwescon is just more my speed.

This morning we went to the Pompeii exhibit at the Pacific Science Center. Fabulous! As a high school Latin geek, I loved it. Furniture that looked like psychedelic Chippendale executed in bronze. Amphorae that once held the ancient Roman equivalent of nuoc mam. And oh yeah, casts of burned & smothered people. The bit they had about the brothels seemed to radiate an anti-sex work vibe that I'm not crazy about, but there probably was a dearth of consent in the trade.

Three hours of zappy. Please, just one more three-hour session. Maybe two?

ETA: Board games & a beer with julzerator for her going-away pah-tay. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that there's a board game based on Pride and Prejudice. I wonder if Aspiring Ex would be scandalized.

More work tonight, and packing.

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[gement.livejournal.com]

I found visiting actual Pompeii incredibly moving, and did my best to actively ignore the curled-up "casts" (which, if you look at the science, contain skeletons, at which point I think casts is a bit of a misnomer) because they were distracting me from the sociology.

The gladiator cells actually looked out onto the field of combat. If they looked out their windows, the only view was the place they were about to fight to the death.

The brothel, which I went to with great sex-positive interest, was pretty pointed about the fact that the real advertising selling point was imported (and thus "exotic") slaves, thus demonstrating that some crappy aspects of racism are old as dirt.

Meanwhile, they had something very, very closely approximating McDonald's walk-through windows on every street. Which really brings home the "no, people _lived_ here" aspect.

[sistawendy.livejournal.com]

Yup, I remembered the (fake, in archeologists' opinion) Greek names in the brothel.