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Someday I'll get back to doing regular updates. For now, random thoughts, not even the most important ones.
I gave blood at Arisia. I usually give to Children's Hospital, but since they moved their collection from Sunday to Friday, and since we had a hella time getting to the hotel (fuck you very much, Auto Show, on top of normal rush-hour traffic), I gave on Saturday to Mass General. But that's not the point of this, which is when the intake nurse took my blood pressure and pulse, found them kind of low, and asked if I was feeling okay, or was I just athletic, and I said "I'm a runner". And the point of this is: when did I cross the line from "I run" to "I'm a runner"? When I signed up for my first marathon? When I actually did it? When I signed up for my second marathon?
Also, when I got to Arisia, I almost immediately went into post-con crash, where I was like "I've worked so long and so hard for this, and now it's here, which means it's almost over, and I'm already missing parts of it, and I can't possibly Do It All, Aieeee!" Eventually I had drinks with friends, and got over that. But damn, that gets me every time.
Also at Arisia, I was(?) recruited(?) to do...something(?) for MidAmeriCon, the 2016 Worldcon in Kansas City. The first conversation was with Geri Sullivan, a graphic designer who I admire and respect infinitely, and whose approval of my work means more than you can possibly know. (And who will probably never do any design work for Arisia, alas.) But she introduced me to the co-div-head for KC, and we had a feeling out/bitch session during the crispy hours of Monday afternoon. Either nothing will come of it, or (more likely) I'll have more unpaid work. (The other co-DH is someone I worked with on the Montreal worldcon.) So, yay?
Tangentially, I've realized over the years that Worldcons may be bigger and more complicated than regionals like Arisia, but they don't necessarily do a better job of it. To begin with, each Worldcon is a one-off, so they don't always learn from their mistakes, despite having a substantial overlap of senior staff. Plus, they don't have their own stuff, whether it's Art Show framing and pegboard, or A/V equipment, or even Ops radios. At best, it's a pot-luck. At worst, everyone brought potato salad, and no one brought plates. Anyway, I was telling Keri about sending my first Souvenir Book to press, worried that I'd made a ConDigeo level of blunder [looking back, 10 years later, it's still a fine piece of work, thankyouverymuch], and she was bitching about LoneStarCon, which never settled on a single logo, but had two logos that were used haphazardly, depending on who was producing what piece. But she's got a style sheet for KC, which makes me very happy.
What else makes me happy? Relationships that somehow haven't exploded into fiery bits. Friends who somehow aren't dead yet. Parents who same. File under "Fail to Suck."
I gave blood at Arisia. I usually give to Children's Hospital, but since they moved their collection from Sunday to Friday, and since we had a hella time getting to the hotel (fuck you very much, Auto Show, on top of normal rush-hour traffic), I gave on Saturday to Mass General. But that's not the point of this, which is when the intake nurse took my blood pressure and pulse, found them kind of low, and asked if I was feeling okay, or was I just athletic, and I said "I'm a runner". And the point of this is: when did I cross the line from "I run" to "I'm a runner"? When I signed up for my first marathon? When I actually did it? When I signed up for my second marathon?
Also, when I got to Arisia, I almost immediately went into post-con crash, where I was like "I've worked so long and so hard for this, and now it's here, which means it's almost over, and I'm already missing parts of it, and I can't possibly Do It All, Aieeee!" Eventually I had drinks with friends, and got over that. But damn, that gets me every time.
Also at Arisia, I was(?) recruited(?) to do...something(?) for MidAmeriCon, the 2016 Worldcon in Kansas City. The first conversation was with Geri Sullivan, a graphic designer who I admire and respect infinitely, and whose approval of my work means more than you can possibly know. (And who will probably never do any design work for Arisia, alas.) But she introduced me to the co-div-head for KC, and we had a feeling out/bitch session during the crispy hours of Monday afternoon. Either nothing will come of it, or (more likely) I'll have more unpaid work. (The other co-DH is someone I worked with on the Montreal worldcon.) So, yay?
Tangentially, I've realized over the years that Worldcons may be bigger and more complicated than regionals like Arisia, but they don't necessarily do a better job of it. To begin with, each Worldcon is a one-off, so they don't always learn from their mistakes, despite having a substantial overlap of senior staff. Plus, they don't have their own stuff, whether it's Art Show framing and pegboard, or A/V equipment, or even Ops radios. At best, it's a pot-luck. At worst, everyone brought potato salad, and no one brought plates. Anyway, I was telling Keri about sending my first Souvenir Book to press, worried that I'd made a ConDigeo level of blunder [looking back, 10 years later, it's still a fine piece of work, thankyouverymuch], and she was bitching about LoneStarCon, which never settled on a single logo, but had two logos that were used haphazardly, depending on who was producing what piece. But she's got a style sheet for KC, which makes me very happy.
What else makes me happy? Relationships that somehow haven't exploded into fiery bits. Friends who somehow aren't dead yet. Parents who same. File under "Fail to Suck."