Conestoga 14
Our local sci-fi/fantasy convention was this weekend and I had a really great time. I got to spend time with almost all my friends, which was awesome. I got some cool swag, an Abe Lincoln steampunk shirt, and was exposed to pretty much the best breasts in the world at dangerously close range. Win.
A highlight was meeting lanerobins who, good lord, if you aren't reading her books, why not? And totally making a dork out of myself fangirling and completely failing to express anything in a coherent fashion. But oh god, oh god, nobody told me she was going to be there! I didn't know! I had no time to mentally prepare! She is so nice, so there was no reason for me to be terrified, but . . . yeah.
Once more it is brought home to me that I completely suck at meeting people in person stuff. I'm inexplicably awkward and withdrawn in person, just in case you ever manage to track me down. I often wish I could hire apocalypticbob to do all my social interaction with awesome people, because she is way, way better at it than I am.
At least she has read portions of my Livejournal, and is aware that I actually am an articulate person.
Anyway. Had a great time. Came home with a rather nasty case of the convention blues, which I will try to articulate some other time, but right now I just wanted to say that this was good. A good time. I did not get to see enough of everyone. Thankfully, many of these people come to my house once a week, and some of them will be here tomorrow.
I didn't have anything in the art show this year and I sort of missed that, but I really wanted to clear myself of obligations this year and just enjoy myself, and that is pretty much how it went down. So, huzzah to that. Though I do feel bad that other people I care about were busting their asses working on con staff, and I was basically jerking around all weekend like some sort of slacker.
The only thing I missed was acquiring a playmate, and, well, there just weren't any cute boys around. Okay, one maaaybe sort of had potential, but oh god, the last thing you want to hear when you are evaluating someone for potential pounceability is "Where's my mom?" I have no problem being a dirty old woman, but that crosses some sort of line and I discovered that I can indeed be shut down cold.
Wasn't sure that was possible.
Right now I am going to go read something and think about petting Hugh Dancy like a puppy until I feel like I can sleep.
A highlight was meeting lanerobins who, good lord, if you aren't reading her books, why not? And totally making a dork out of myself fangirling and completely failing to express anything in a coherent fashion. But oh god, oh god, nobody told me she was going to be there! I didn't know! I had no time to mentally prepare! She is so nice, so there was no reason for me to be terrified, but . . . yeah.
Once more it is brought home to me that I completely suck at meeting people in person stuff. I'm inexplicably awkward and withdrawn in person, just in case you ever manage to track me down. I often wish I could hire apocalypticbob to do all my social interaction with awesome people, because she is way, way better at it than I am.
At least she has read portions of my Livejournal, and is aware that I actually am an articulate person.
Anyway. Had a great time. Came home with a rather nasty case of the convention blues, which I will try to articulate some other time, but right now I just wanted to say that this was good. A good time. I did not get to see enough of everyone. Thankfully, many of these people come to my house once a week, and some of them will be here tomorrow.
I didn't have anything in the art show this year and I sort of missed that, but I really wanted to clear myself of obligations this year and just enjoy myself, and that is pretty much how it went down. So, huzzah to that. Though I do feel bad that other people I care about were busting their asses working on con staff, and I was basically jerking around all weekend like some sort of slacker.
The only thing I missed was acquiring a playmate, and, well, there just weren't any cute boys around. Okay, one maaaybe sort of had potential, but oh god, the last thing you want to hear when you are evaluating someone for potential pounceability is "Where's my mom?" I have no problem being a dirty old woman, but that crosses some sort of line and I discovered that I can indeed be shut down cold.
Wasn't sure that was possible.
Right now I am going to go read something and think about petting Hugh Dancy like a puppy until I feel like I can sleep.