I'm in the middle of writing the lecture for this week (queer theory/queer cinema) but getting increasingly excited and distracted by the thoughts of seeing my boy in less than a week. I arrive in Sin City late Thursday night for a fly-by visit (specifically for the purpose of nuptials of some good friends) before scampering back south again. Damned that thing called work!

I head north again the following Tuesday for a whole 5 days in which I must cram in parental visits, friendly catch-ups, sitting on a panel on young academic types at nywf AND packing Luke up for the caravan of love back south (read: he's moving here for good).

phew.

I'm still stewing over 28 Days Later.... Whoa nellie.