Wen Spencer's Blog, page 7

wen_spencer @ 2010-08-06T09:52:00

This came spamming into one of my email accounts, and I find it vastly amusing and bewildering -- who does this spammer think is actually going to fall for this?

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I'm writing this with tears in my eyes,sorry I did not inform you about our trip.We actually made a quick travel to London and unfortunately attacked and mugged at gun point on the way to our hotel,all cash,credit card and cell phone were taken away from us but luckily we still have our passport with us.

We`ve been to the e...

Confluence Guest of Honor Speech

July 6th was my 25th Wedding Anniversary. My husband and I met in high school just a few miles north of here. I was a Junior and he was a Sophomore, and on our anniversary we ended up talking a lot about the years before we actually got married – that hazy time when you didn't where it's all going.

So when I started to think of the Guest of Honor speech and Confluence, it made me think of that. There one defining moment that I think of when I say 'I met my husband in high school.' It was ...

Pittsburgh Bound

Heading out to Pittsburgh. Will be seeing everyone that makes Confluence this weekend!

http://www.parsec-sff.org/confluence/

For those of you who don't know who Blue Sky is...

http://baens-universe.com/articles/For_Blue_Sky

wen_spencer @ 2010-07-08T17:34:00

"Are you sure this is okay?" Blue Sky asked while he filmed her picking the lock on the access door. Someone had been serious about keep people out; there were two deadbolts on the heavy steel door. "Shouldn't we call someone first?"

Tinker shook her head. She'd learned that it was easier to plow on ahead instead of waiting for some peon to finally realize Tinker had the authority to do just about anything that she wanted. "I'm the Wind Clan domi. I can do whatever needs to be done."

"B...

Don counters by saying....

"It isn't stalking when the girl tells you that you're going steady -- its what dating people do with one another! 'Oh I was out on a date by myself and no one else, and I kept tripping over him...' "

I laughed and laughed at the poor boy.

Happy Anniversary

Today is our 25th wedding anniversary. We were married in 1985 after years and years of dating. Every anniversary we end up playing the head scratching game as we try to figure out our first year or so of dating.


Don says that he'd noticed me in school months before what I considered our first encounter. I hadn't noticed him. Poor boy.

I spent almost every study hall at the library, volunteering. One snowy day the librarian asked me to get a box of metal letters out a closet in the main offices...

wen_spencer @ 2010-07-06T03:59:00

Life was so much simpler when Tinker didn't have a horde of heavily-armed elves following her every where, all ready to kill anyone that triggered their paranoia. It didn't help that she was still recovering from hairline fractures to her right ulna and radius. Her shiny-new status as a domana-caste elf princess meant she was expected to cast spells triggered by complex finger positions and vocal commands. So, yes, breaking her arm was a very bad thing. It didn't mean she was helpless. ...

wen_spencer @ 2010-07-05T17:06:00

His grandfather had drummed project management into his grandchildren. Again and again, Tinker had used her training to change the world; from creating hoverbike racing to defeating the entire oni army single handedly. Oilcan had always kept his projects smaller and more personal. The key to any large project was to break it into small manageable steps. First things he would need were a chalkboard (this was a school after all,) chalk, and every dumpster he could get his hands onto.

wen_spencer @ 2010-07-02T09:27:00

Oilcan, Tinker and Blue Sky had all learned how to drive racing go-karts that Tinker made out of lawn mowers and leaf blowers. They'd blocked off deserted streets on Neville Island and roared through the abandoned neighborhood at insane speeds for a ten-, six- and five-year old. Thus it was no surprise that Tinker had sent Blue Sky in one of the Rolls Royce. It was raining, after all, and the cab of Oilcan's pickup could only fit three people comfortably.