Missing, one life.
There was a convention this weekend. And it was cram-packed full of people that I wanted to see. And of course all my friends were there. Then there was a minor issue of Zachary Levi leading half the convention to the local Subway and making them all footlongs.
I have, on a daily basis, everything I could want. We've recently bought a very large TV which I enjoy muchly. I drive a 05 plate SAAB. I own a house (well OK I have a ridiculously large mortgage, but unless we default it's mine to do with as I will) I have a laptop, a netbook, an Archos 605, a G1 and a Wii. I want for very little.
But I used to live for my conventions. In truth I've only been doing cons for about 3 and a half years, but they were the times when I was most alive. Well OK, cons and other large social get-togethers. It was when I was surrounded by people I know and care for. When the beer flowed freely and the laughter rang in our ears.
I miss it. It was the reason I could get through the other months, it was what meant that it didn't matter if life was full of stress and stupidity. It didn't matter that I toiled unappreciated, that I was underpaid. It didn't matter that I was asked time and again to do more and more work outside my job description, I had my conventions, I had my conventions.
I wanted to go to this one, quite badly, but it didn't happen and I don't think there is likely to be this good a mix of guests again. But Kay and I agreed that we couldn't afford to do any more, for now at least. And so, we didn't go.
Now Kay wants to go to Hallowhedon...
I have, on a daily basis, everything I could want. We've recently bought a very large TV which I enjoy muchly. I drive a 05 plate SAAB. I own a house (well OK I have a ridiculously large mortgage, but unless we default it's mine to do with as I will) I have a laptop, a netbook, an Archos 605, a G1 and a Wii. I want for very little.
But I used to live for my conventions. In truth I've only been doing cons for about 3 and a half years, but they were the times when I was most alive. Well OK, cons and other large social get-togethers. It was when I was surrounded by people I know and care for. When the beer flowed freely and the laughter rang in our ears.
I miss it. It was the reason I could get through the other months, it was what meant that it didn't matter if life was full of stress and stupidity. It didn't matter that I toiled unappreciated, that I was underpaid. It didn't matter that I was asked time and again to do more and more work outside my job description, I had my conventions, I had my conventions.
I wanted to go to this one, quite badly, but it didn't happen and I don't think there is likely to be this good a mix of guests again. But Kay and I agreed that we couldn't afford to do any more, for now at least. And so, we didn't go.
Now Kay wants to go to Hallowhedon...