Covention news: the good, the bad, the sorrowful.
The Good: Gafilk was absolutely amazing. Everyone was so nice, and the convention was so awesome. Big, big thanks go out to my last-minute backing band, which assembled at the eleventh hour to make sure I wouldn't spend the entire weekend sitting at the bottom of a deep pit of suck. My concert went well, my Interfilk donations raised a lot of money, and my blue Grecian goddess dress from the Hugo Awards was a hit at the banquet. The only downside was the last-minute blizzard which tried to keep us all in the American South UNTIL WE FROZE TO DEATH, and I can't even be mad at that, since it meant I got to have a snowball fight with Mary. Also awesome: having snowball fights with Mary. And actual snow.
The Bad: I am not going to be able to make it to Conflikt this year. I kept sort of hoping that something would change, and things kept not changing, or, if they did change, only changing to give me even less free time in the month of January. I wish I could be there, I really and truly do, but I think that if I try, the cats will tie me up and stuff me in a closet. And they could do it, too. They have mass and intelligence, and they know how to use both these things to their advantage. So I'm not going to be joining the Seattle crowd for goodness and for glory, although I promise to be there in spirit, and in the form of my new CD, since I wisely left a stock of Wicked Girls in Seattle the last time I came to visit. I have a smart.
The Sorrowful: I have stepped down as the Head of Programming for Consonance. I didn't want to, I really didn't, but I'm just so tired. I wasn't going to do right by either myself or the convention if I held on any longer, and that wasn't fair to anyone. My cousin Lara is replacing me, and she's amazing. She used to run programming for East Coast filk conventions, and she's going to rock the Bay Area's house SO HARD, you're not even going to have time to miss me. I really loved doing the Consonance program, and I'm still going to be involved, since I have all the archive programming files, but it was time for me to step back and let someone who'd slept in the last six months take things over.
This is the first time since I was fifteen years old that I haven't been on the committee for one convention or another. It feels so weird. But...kinda nice, too.
And that's the news.
The Bad: I am not going to be able to make it to Conflikt this year. I kept sort of hoping that something would change, and things kept not changing, or, if they did change, only changing to give me even less free time in the month of January. I wish I could be there, I really and truly do, but I think that if I try, the cats will tie me up and stuff me in a closet. And they could do it, too. They have mass and intelligence, and they know how to use both these things to their advantage. So I'm not going to be joining the Seattle crowd for goodness and for glory, although I promise to be there in spirit, and in the form of my new CD, since I wisely left a stock of Wicked Girls in Seattle the last time I came to visit. I have a smart.
The Sorrowful: I have stepped down as the Head of Programming for Consonance. I didn't want to, I really didn't, but I'm just so tired. I wasn't going to do right by either myself or the convention if I held on any longer, and that wasn't fair to anyone. My cousin Lara is replacing me, and she's amazing. She used to run programming for East Coast filk conventions, and she's going to rock the Bay Area's house SO HARD, you're not even going to have time to miss me. I really loved doing the Consonance program, and I'm still going to be involved, since I have all the archive programming files, but it was time for me to step back and let someone who'd slept in the last six months take things over.
This is the first time since I was fifteen years old that I haven't been on the committee for one convention or another. It feels so weird. But...kinda nice, too.
And that's the news.