So... What have I missed?
Finally back in the world of Zee Intardnets. The Fiction Clemens Party pictures from ECCC should be up a bit later. I'll also be getting this week's All The Rage column done.
Sakura-Con was AWESOME. Great people, great stuff, great con. I met a lot of cool folk and it was worth all of the fatigue. It's probably one of the friendliest conventions I've ever been to. Big thanks to Beau for being "my attorney"... we always miss the dune buggy race, don't we?
More on my "coverage" of Sakura-Con in the upcoming Manga Hunter S column later in the week. You will be blown away by my mastery of "journalism".
The only really sucky thing was I had to come back early Sunday because the Victoria Clipper schedule is lame. I stayed up all night gaming with buddies so I could get down to the boarding area at the ass-crack of day and catch the watercraft that would borne me home. Everything went well enough, and I even met a nice family on the way. However, I was made aware that I share the same name and somewhat the same physical description of someone commiting numerous nefarious deeds across Canadia. Customs held me for hours (mostly because they were busy dealing with a couple other people). I was questioned probably 5 times and then finally released. It sucked, sure, but I would like to point out that Canadian customs officials (in the case at least) are extrodinarily polite and kind. They even went outside to explain to Sharon what was going on, and tried very hard to keep her from freaking out. From what I understand (and have experienced), US customs are a bunch of dicks on a power trip, so other that waiting and wanting to sleep the whole time, it all wasn't so bad. They told me what steps I need to take in the future so this doesn't happen again (at least for so dmn long) and apologised for the inconvience. I was a bit miffed because I wanted to be with my family, and I'm sure that family I was hanging out with probably thinks I'm some sort of drug-smuggler or something, but these things happen and I have a rather common name as well as rather common features. I'm not angry with Customs, of course, because they were just doing their job (I will probably punch anyone else I find up here named "Steven George Saunders" in the face, just to be sure... can't be THAT many, yeah?). They did mention that I was very patient and nice considering everything. Anyhow, I just couldn't wait to get home and nap with my kids.
Which is what I did. Then we woke up, played games, and watched cartoons until kinda late. I put the boys to bed, read Old Boy Volume 1 (fantastic!), and went to sleep... all before 2am for a change.
Now I'm back. Back for the attack, as it were. Honestly, I'd love to have another day of doing nothing but hanging with Drake and Vance and then watching some Cowboy Bebop later, but that is not to be. It doesn't mean I can't take everything nice and slow, though... which is what I'm gonna do.
I miss anything important? I think I haven't been on lj since Thursday.
Sakura-Con was AWESOME. Great people, great stuff, great con. I met a lot of cool folk and it was worth all of the fatigue. It's probably one of the friendliest conventions I've ever been to. Big thanks to Beau for being "my attorney"... we always miss the dune buggy race, don't we?
More on my "coverage" of Sakura-Con in the upcoming Manga Hunter S column later in the week. You will be blown away by my mastery of "journalism".
The only really sucky thing was I had to come back early Sunday because the Victoria Clipper schedule is lame. I stayed up all night gaming with buddies so I could get down to the boarding area at the ass-crack of day and catch the watercraft that would borne me home. Everything went well enough, and I even met a nice family on the way. However, I was made aware that I share the same name and somewhat the same physical description of someone commiting numerous nefarious deeds across Canadia. Customs held me for hours (mostly because they were busy dealing with a couple other people). I was questioned probably 5 times and then finally released. It sucked, sure, but I would like to point out that Canadian customs officials (in the case at least) are extrodinarily polite and kind. They even went outside to explain to Sharon what was going on, and tried very hard to keep her from freaking out. From what I understand (and have experienced), US customs are a bunch of dicks on a power trip, so other that waiting and wanting to sleep the whole time, it all wasn't so bad. They told me what steps I need to take in the future so this doesn't happen again (at least for so dmn long) and apologised for the inconvience. I was a bit miffed because I wanted to be with my family, and I'm sure that family I was hanging out with probably thinks I'm some sort of drug-smuggler or something, but these things happen and I have a rather common name as well as rather common features. I'm not angry with Customs, of course, because they were just doing their job (I will probably punch anyone else I find up here named "Steven George Saunders" in the face, just to be sure... can't be THAT many, yeah?). They did mention that I was very patient and nice considering everything. Anyhow, I just couldn't wait to get home and nap with my kids.
Which is what I did. Then we woke up, played games, and watched cartoons until kinda late. I put the boys to bed, read Old Boy Volume 1 (fantastic!), and went to sleep... all before 2am for a change.
Now I'm back. Back for the attack, as it were. Honestly, I'd love to have another day of doing nothing but hanging with Drake and Vance and then watching some Cowboy Bebop later, but that is not to be. It doesn't mean I can't take everything nice and slow, though... which is what I'm gonna do.
I miss anything important? I think I haven't been on lj since Thursday.