Being With My People
I’m recharging my camera batteries now, so soon I will be able to upload my random filming of silliness from ConDFW this last weekend. I have interesting bits from Michelle Muenzler, William Ledbetter, Gloria Oliver, Rosemary Clement-Moore, K. Hutson Price, Amy Sisson, and others unknown. Are you worried yet? Heh heh heh.
Okay, so I don’t want people to hate me? Plus it takes 100 years to upload something to youtube, so… you are probably safe. If I was smart I would’ve had my batteries fully charged and I would have captured other goodness from Selina Rosen and Melanie Fletcher.
Of course I still have FenCon’s Whedon Panel with Shanna Swendson, Rosemary (again), Rachel Caine, Rie Sheridan and I think one other person. It was a great panel but I’m pretty sure my friends on the panel don’t want it posted. And therefore I’ve decided not to post anything without consent, unless they become super famous and then… Who knows? Ah, the price of fame! (I’ll have some, please!) ;-)
Cons have become friend-fests. I spend more and more time hanging out and less time at panels. This year I went to some cool readings though, something I need to do more of in the future. I made new friends this con, which always surprises me and is always amazing. One of them (cough, Gwen) said she was going to find me online and I hope she does because I have no idea what her last name is?! Other new people didn’t say they’d find me, but I hope they do (or I do). Cons are rejuvenating, fulfilling a need to Be With My People.
Friday, I couldn’t get myself to leave the bar and try the one party. I fluttered home at midnight like a true pumpkin so I’d get enough sleep to not be tired Saturday night. And it was lucky I did because Saturday night lasted until 4am, which doesn’t happen every con but sometimes you just have to roll with the magic. Saturday night was party mayhem, or maybe Party Pandemonium.
After five splendid hours with the sheep of nod, I was back Sunday which is actually rather sad. It’s the day of goodbyes. I didn’t have enough time for everyone though. I wanted a little more time for the new friends and I’m afraid my parting may have felt abrupt. If I had been them, I probably would feel rejected. It wasn’t you! I had to get my daughter to a birthday party by 3 (and she was late). Ah well. There’s always the next con. More time to Be With My People. :-) And until then, I hope all is well. I’ll miss you.
Cons are like coming home.
Delilah
PS Shawn, I love the hair.
Okay, so I don’t want people to hate me? Plus it takes 100 years to upload something to youtube, so… you are probably safe. If I was smart I would’ve had my batteries fully charged and I would have captured other goodness from Selina Rosen and Melanie Fletcher.
Of course I still have FenCon’s Whedon Panel with Shanna Swendson, Rosemary (again), Rachel Caine, Rie Sheridan and I think one other person. It was a great panel but I’m pretty sure my friends on the panel don’t want it posted. And therefore I’ve decided not to post anything without consent, unless they become super famous and then… Who knows? Ah, the price of fame! (I’ll have some, please!) ;-)
Cons have become friend-fests. I spend more and more time hanging out and less time at panels. This year I went to some cool readings though, something I need to do more of in the future. I made new friends this con, which always surprises me and is always amazing. One of them (cough, Gwen) said she was going to find me online and I hope she does because I have no idea what her last name is?! Other new people didn’t say they’d find me, but I hope they do (or I do). Cons are rejuvenating, fulfilling a need to Be With My People.
Friday, I couldn’t get myself to leave the bar and try the one party. I fluttered home at midnight like a true pumpkin so I’d get enough sleep to not be tired Saturday night. And it was lucky I did because Saturday night lasted until 4am, which doesn’t happen every con but sometimes you just have to roll with the magic. Saturday night was party mayhem, or maybe Party Pandemonium.
After five splendid hours with the sheep of nod, I was back Sunday which is actually rather sad. It’s the day of goodbyes. I didn’t have enough time for everyone though. I wanted a little more time for the new friends and I’m afraid my parting may have felt abrupt. If I had been them, I probably would feel rejected. It wasn’t you! I had to get my daughter to a birthday party by 3 (and she was late). Ah well. There’s always the next con. More time to Be With My People. :-) And until then, I hope all is well. I’ll miss you.
Cons are like coming home.
Delilah
PS Shawn, I love the hair.