YaoiCon 2006 and my first post in 200 years
As usual, the Con makes me remember how very much I miss you guys the other 362 days of the year. I forget that the Con is the definition of intensity; boredom to manic overwork and everything in between. I guess I'm going to have to start attending more Cons just so I can have more of this insanity in my life.
I worked a lot more this year than in the past. In previous years, I have spent nearly all my time in the art room. Lots of time spent but it wasn't really work since Silvertales and wasabineko are so amazingly competent. This year I did the art auction with Silvertales, did a few things for shudaizi (where there is a bishie, there is a Peri), made twenty trips to Office Depot and surrounding restaurants, went to three different banks, and performed numerous security functions. Oh, and let's not forget the scenic airport drive (twitchylizard and I tried to go to Costco. I made a wrong turn and we saw parts of the airport previously only heard of in legends.)
I am apparently aging even more rapidly than I thought because over half the Con attendees appeared to be age 14. At this rate, I'll be 100 by next year's Con. Of course, that won't stop me from letching on the pretties. So many pretties. I was a good boy, though; I only assaulted two of them. Fortunately, neither of them seemed too terribly offended.
I'm not exactly sure how to end this so perhaps I'll just stop abruptly. . .
I worked a lot more this year than in the past. In previous years, I have spent nearly all my time in the art room. Lots of time spent but it wasn't really work since Silvertales and wasabineko are so amazingly competent. This year I did the art auction with Silvertales, did a few things for shudaizi (where there is a bishie, there is a Peri), made twenty trips to Office Depot and surrounding restaurants, went to three different banks, and performed numerous security functions. Oh, and let's not forget the scenic airport drive (twitchylizard and I tried to go to Costco. I made a wrong turn and we saw parts of the airport previously only heard of in legends.)
I am apparently aging even more rapidly than I thought because over half the Con attendees appeared to be age 14. At this rate, I'll be 100 by next year's Con. Of course, that won't stop me from letching on the pretties. So many pretties. I was a good boy, though; I only assaulted two of them. Fortunately, neither of them seemed too terribly offended.
I'm not exactly sure how to end this so perhaps I'll just stop abruptly. . .