DragonCon 2010
So, since I graduate in May...and am not, at the moment, considering doing Graduate level work immediately, I should have some time coming up in the first weekend of next September. Time I fully plan to spend with my amazing lover at DragonCon. Even if I have to starve for a while to afford a room/tickets and all that good stuff--we missed this year (which, well, turned out to be for the best because we were both sick as all get-out to begin with)...but...next year, next year we will materialize there.
By Jingo we will.
(Yes, I said by Jingo, so you know I am serious in the way only a steampunk can be.)
I really should reflect on SalonCon 2008--given a year's distance, some things might become clear--or perhaps blurred by the type of lens needed to see back that far (weird, in the grand scheme of things (the grandest of grand schemes, that is) a year is hardly an eyeblink. Yet...so much happens in it that this is hard, if not impossible, to get your head around. Hell, I plan on making my living studying the past, relating the deeds of people long given to the ground, and this just gets to me from time to time. Not the inevitability of death (I'm still in college therefore and exercise my right to fully ignore that while acknowledging it as much as possible),but the simple (or perhaps very complex) passage of time. It stretches and bends in ways it does not seem to have a right to. I will expand on this later, but for the moment I would love the thoughts of the reader? So...readers...thoughts?
Anybody?
Thoughts? Comments?
By Jingo we will.
(Yes, I said by Jingo, so you know I am serious in the way only a steampunk can be.)
I really should reflect on SalonCon 2008--given a year's distance, some things might become clear--or perhaps blurred by the type of lens needed to see back that far (weird, in the grand scheme of things (the grandest of grand schemes, that is) a year is hardly an eyeblink. Yet...so much happens in it that this is hard, if not impossible, to get your head around. Hell, I plan on making my living studying the past, relating the deeds of people long given to the ground, and this just gets to me from time to time. Not the inevitability of death (I'm still in college therefore and exercise my right to fully ignore that while acknowledging it as much as possible),but the simple (or perhaps very complex) passage of time. It stretches and bends in ways it does not seem to have a right to. I will expand on this later, but for the moment I would love the thoughts of the reader? So...readers...thoughts?
Anybody?
Thoughts? Comments?