I'll be at Orycon again this weekend, which would be awesomer if we were not literally one train stop away. Tomorrow I'll be hunched over a computer at the Kumori-con booth like, SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU YOU LITERARY SCIFI POSER HIPSTERS, I AM WRITING PON FARR.
I ... really wish we had a fannish-type media con in Portland, I really, really do. I would staff that shit, and lead a panel on writing teh homogay. Just putting it out there.
Anyway, on the offchance you'll be there, stop by! Say hi! Bring me a beer!
Actually no beer probably; I had to buy work pants and I am officially a 36" waist again. Goodbye, beer! My darling! I loved you!
(My feelings on dieting are angry, varied and involve profanity but I try to keep to 34" or below for my waist. Which ... too much beer lately. *sigh*)
Waiting for a reply from the fanmixer and trying to wonder what happens if she doesn't reply to the email. I mean, it could be she's just going to send me the link on Saturday but ... nobody wants me to make my own mix for this, guys. Nobody. I promise you right here and now there will be Arashi on that shit. And ... it's just better I trust she gets the link to me in time all around.
ART IS AMAZING AND I LOVE IT, ESPECIALLY WHERE SHE DREW A SMUTTY PICTURE AND I FEEL TOTALLY JUSTIFIED IN FADING TO BLACK.
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