Hello, friends!
I realized it's been ages since I posted, so I thought I'd check in.
I'm editing as well as writing now. It's wonderful to get paid for being nitpicky, though I'm still insecure enough to double-check myself against the Chicago Manual of Style every few minutes. Fortunately, my instincts are nearly always right and the cases where they're not are generally things that only come up rarely, so I'm getting more comfortable with the process.
I continue to do murder mystery dinners, both acting and writing. We're getting a lot more bookings than we were for a while there, thank goodness. We now have two regular venues for shows open to the general public: one in town and one on a riverboat in Peoria. We did our first gig at the former back in the summer. We've done them on the riverboat for several years, but we've gone from three dates a year to five last year to seven this year. Our cruises tend to sell out, which is wonderful. (It's also a lot of work; there are two dining rooms on different decks, so we have to do many scenes twice - have an argument downstairs, chase each other upstairs, and repeat all the key information. But that's okay.)
I've written a couple more scripts since I last posted. "Who is the Klondike Kid?" is the prequel to "The Klondike Kid Comes to Forty Mile," the one I wrote for the reindeer ranch. We get a lot of requests for the original, so I wrote another in the hopes that we could mix things up to prevent actor boredom. It premiered earlier this month, and went very, very well. Actual standing ovation well, which I've never seen before.
I also did one called "Dead Air," which is a blatant spoof of WKRP (though with a few characters dropped and added.) That premiered on the riverboat in the fall, and we did it in town this past Sunday. I gave myself a challenge in that one by deciding I'd like to play an extremely airheaded character. (Our organizer assigns roles from whoever's available, but she usually gives the author dibs.) I was a bit nervous about sustaining the breathless squeak all evening, but it turns out to be fun. Kind of restful, too - I don't have to keep track of much of anything, since my character is so dumb. (I do keep track of how the other subplots are running as best I can, of course - it's reflex by now - but I don't have to be as attentive as if I was the victim or investigator.)
And I have one script completed and delivered that I don't have feedback on yet. (I don't blame our organizer - she's in a very intense play right now and doesn't have the spare time or attention to give another script.) It's called "Mommie Deadest" and has a rather '80s nighttime soap opera vibe: rich people being horrid to one another. It's set at a memorial service for the matriarch of a family that owns a winery.
Gaming continues to be good. I'm still one of the STs for the vampire LARP. We made major changes this year, keeping the same setting but jumping forward in time a few years, removing all past PCs, and mucking with the political situation. The town now has Camarilla, Sabbat, and Anarch factions and a number of Independent types (Giovanni and Setite, mostly), which of course makes for delicate balancing acts. They've had mutual enemies in the form of demons and mortal infernalists, which kept them off each other for a while. We also did a major rules overhaul this year, which was a huge (and ongoing) project with, I think, good results.
In tabletop, we have several campaigns going, all fun. I'm actually running a tabletop game for the first time in several years, a reboot of my Buffy game (run in GURPS). It's been rather a struggle for me; I have ideas but I keep feeling like I've got ideas that belong five sessions down the road and none for the next one. I've asked the players to help me fill out the NPC roster, which is helping considerably.
After a brief schedule-conflict hiatus (the concerts overlapped Anime Central) last spring, I'm once again singing with Amasong. I've passed along the role of Alto 2 section leader, though - it's not a big job but I hit a point last fall where it was just One More Thing and I decided it was time for it to be someone else's Thing. We have a lovely array of music as always, from a wide variety of cultures and languages. (I should really recheck my running tally of languages I've sung in Amasong. It's over 50, that much I know.)
I see some local friends often, am spectacularly bad at keeping up with other folks, and visit family when I can. I watch too much TV. I spend inordinate amounts of time on Facebook and RPGnet, though usually while multitasking. Winter War (the local gaming con/geek family reunion) is coming up this weekend; it's always a highlight of my year. Anime Central is in April this year and I'm looking forward to staffing as usual.
I think that's about it. It looks like a lot and yet not much. I've been wandering along the edge of the great pit of depression for some time - managing not to fall entirely in, but stumbling too close for comfort some days. I just don't talk about it often and perhaps I should. (Don't worry about me. I keep an eye on myself and have other people keeping an eye too. If things get too bad, I should be able to get some kind of help.)
I realized it's been ages since I posted, so I thought I'd check in.
I'm editing as well as writing now. It's wonderful to get paid for being nitpicky, though I'm still insecure enough to double-check myself against the Chicago Manual of Style every few minutes. Fortunately, my instincts are nearly always right and the cases where they're not are generally things that only come up rarely, so I'm getting more comfortable with the process.
I continue to do murder mystery dinners, both acting and writing. We're getting a lot more bookings than we were for a while there, thank goodness. We now have two regular venues for shows open to the general public: one in town and one on a riverboat in Peoria. We did our first gig at the former back in the summer. We've done them on the riverboat for several years, but we've gone from three dates a year to five last year to seven this year. Our cruises tend to sell out, which is wonderful. (It's also a lot of work; there are two dining rooms on different decks, so we have to do many scenes twice - have an argument downstairs, chase each other upstairs, and repeat all the key information. But that's okay.)
I've written a couple more scripts since I last posted. "Who is the Klondike Kid?" is the prequel to "The Klondike Kid Comes to Forty Mile," the one I wrote for the reindeer ranch. We get a lot of requests for the original, so I wrote another in the hopes that we could mix things up to prevent actor boredom. It premiered earlier this month, and went very, very well. Actual standing ovation well, which I've never seen before.
I also did one called "Dead Air," which is a blatant spoof of WKRP (though with a few characters dropped and added.) That premiered on the riverboat in the fall, and we did it in town this past Sunday. I gave myself a challenge in that one by deciding I'd like to play an extremely airheaded character. (Our organizer assigns roles from whoever's available, but she usually gives the author dibs.) I was a bit nervous about sustaining the breathless squeak all evening, but it turns out to be fun. Kind of restful, too - I don't have to keep track of much of anything, since my character is so dumb. (I do keep track of how the other subplots are running as best I can, of course - it's reflex by now - but I don't have to be as attentive as if I was the victim or investigator.)
And I have one script completed and delivered that I don't have feedback on yet. (I don't blame our organizer - she's in a very intense play right now and doesn't have the spare time or attention to give another script.) It's called "Mommie Deadest" and has a rather '80s nighttime soap opera vibe: rich people being horrid to one another. It's set at a memorial service for the matriarch of a family that owns a winery.
Gaming continues to be good. I'm still one of the STs for the vampire LARP. We made major changes this year, keeping the same setting but jumping forward in time a few years, removing all past PCs, and mucking with the political situation. The town now has Camarilla, Sabbat, and Anarch factions and a number of Independent types (Giovanni and Setite, mostly), which of course makes for delicate balancing acts. They've had mutual enemies in the form of demons and mortal infernalists, which kept them off each other for a while. We also did a major rules overhaul this year, which was a huge (and ongoing) project with, I think, good results.
In tabletop, we have several campaigns going, all fun. I'm actually running a tabletop game for the first time in several years, a reboot of my Buffy game (run in GURPS). It's been rather a struggle for me; I have ideas but I keep feeling like I've got ideas that belong five sessions down the road and none for the next one. I've asked the players to help me fill out the NPC roster, which is helping considerably.
After a brief schedule-conflict hiatus (the concerts overlapped Anime Central) last spring, I'm once again singing with Amasong. I've passed along the role of Alto 2 section leader, though - it's not a big job but I hit a point last fall where it was just One More Thing and I decided it was time for it to be someone else's Thing. We have a lovely array of music as always, from a wide variety of cultures and languages. (I should really recheck my running tally of languages I've sung in Amasong. It's over 50, that much I know.)
I see some local friends often, am spectacularly bad at keeping up with other folks, and visit family when I can. I watch too much TV. I spend inordinate amounts of time on Facebook and RPGnet, though usually while multitasking. Winter War (the local gaming con/geek family reunion) is coming up this weekend; it's always a highlight of my year. Anime Central is in April this year and I'm looking forward to staffing as usual.
I think that's about it. It looks like a lot and yet not much. I've been wandering along the edge of the great pit of depression for some time - managing not to fall entirely in, but stumbling too close for comfort some days. I just don't talk about it often and perhaps I should. (Don't worry about me. I keep an eye on myself and have other people keeping an eye too. If things get too bad, I should be able to get some kind of help.)
We just got home from Anime Central. I think it went well. Sometimes it's hard for us staffers to tell how congoers perceive the event, especially when we see the ropes and pulleys and general backstage chaos that makes it possible. But it was bigger than ever and the folks I talked to had a good time.
I'll write more of a report later. For now I'll say that I'm looking forward to real sleep and hoping I'm not coming down with con crud.
I'll write more of a report later. For now I'll say that I'm looking forward to real sleep and hoping I'm not coming down with con crud.
...the tree-removal people, that is. The chainsaws, chipper, and so on are somewhat more annoying this time, because it's a warm enough day for open windows. We have to choose between stuffiness and noise-and-exhaust-fumes. So far, the latter is winning.
It's not a major problem, I just felt like whining a little.
It's not a major problem, I just felt like whining a little.
It's been a while since I wrote a general update. A long while, actually.
The spring weather is gorgeous this year. It's already been a shade warmer than I like a couple of times! Today is sunny and mild, with flowers blooming everywhere. Also trees, according to my allergies, but that's minor enough to ignore. Spring did bring the contractors out of hibernation briefly. Those familiar with the saga of our house know that they show up on their own mysterious schedule, do unexpected things, and disappear again for months on end. (Our landlord presumably knows what's going on. We just live here so we're clearly unimportant.) So far this year they've done a little more work on the porch (left skeletal all winter) and somewhat leveled the holes and pits they left when shoring it up, but not yet replaced the gutters they removed last fall. At least now it's just rain that gets dumped straight onto the front steps and not snow and ice. Workers also demolished the ratty old shed at last. Arborists told us they were removing a couple of trees - fortunately, the ones that had an alarming tendency to shed limbs on the power lines at the back of the house. "Removal" seems to have meant "hack off and dispose of all the limbs but leave the trunks in place." Go figure.
Our lawn, such as it is, looks horrible. We never put a lot of work into it, and it's hard to care when we never know what's going to be driven onto it next. SO far this year, it's suffered the contractors' van, a mini-bulldozer, and a small cherry-picker.The driveway gets worse every day. It badly needs more gravel. We've mentioned it to the landlord, but like everything else that he didn't think of himself it's clearly not a priority. At least our crocuses and hyacinths miraculously survived. The workers must have replanted them after digging all around the porch, which is more care than I'd given them credit for. We also have violets all through the lawn, a surprisingly vigorous clump of daffodils where the big barberry bush used to be at the corner of the yard, and the annual lost-looking clump of Dutchman's breeches in the tree lawn.
This time of year is busy for us. There are two more LARP sessions, which means that
strephon and I, as Storytellers, have a lot of prep to do. As always, there are a whole bunch of storylines running at once. A couple of very longtime characters have recently left play, which changes a lot of the balance in the city. There have been at least four princes in the last three months, too - not that Metatropolis is ever politically stable, but this is exceptional.
Anime Central is coming up next month. Sinceunkajosh is Department Head for Video Programming, and strephon and chibirisu are his ADHs, they've been running around doing all the permissions-and-scheduling stuff. (I help some, but I'm less in the loop.) It's very gratifying to see all that work pay off at con time, and to be one of the few, the proud, the crazy. Last year, I think there were about 500 staffers and 17,000 congoers, so ACen isn't a small undertaking.
Amasong is going well. This semester, we don't have too many languages - just English, Spanish, Hebrew, Romanian, Georgian, Yoruba, and Scottish Gaelic. Piece of cake! The spring concerts actually fall after ACen for once. One of these years, my luck will run out and they'll be the same weekend. That's not going to be a fun decision. Amasong's twentieth anniversary season starts in the fall. I don't know what all the plans are, but I know there's a committee working away on a commemorative video and that we hope to have all our past directors come back. (They all want to; sadly, one is in poor health and may not be able to.)
The murder mystery dinners were slow last year. The theater company didn't spend anything to advertise us, so we couldn't have a public series. That's usually our best source of bookings for the rest of the year. Bookings have picked up this year even without one. There are at least nine mysteries on the schedule between late April and the end of June. Six of them are my Klondike Gold Rush script! (All booked through the same organization, for different groups.)
Still on the subject of mystery dinners, I finally broke through my much-too-long writer's block by setting aside the problem script and asking our organizer which of six concepts looked most worth developing. She liked them all and told me the first one to do was the one loosely based on WKRP in Cincinnati. I cranked it out in a couple of weeks (a very short time for me) and she loves it! It may be our public series this year. Since the theater company has some connections with actual local radio folks, we might be able to do some cross-promotion and even some stunt casting. I'm also working on a second Klondike script so the actors don't get too tired of the first one.
The only other news of note is the passing ofunkajosh's stepfather's mother. She'd been frail for a long time, at least since her husband died more than ten years or so. The last few years she's had 'round-the-clock care at home. I don't know all the details of her health problems, but dementia was a big part of it. Those who've seen a loved one slip away like than know what I mean when I say "she" was gone a long time before her bodied died, and the end was almost a relief. I miss Grandma Foster; she and Granpa Foster were wonderfully welcoming to me from the moment Josh brought me home. But this is the beginning of the end of my mourning for her and not fresh grief.
The spring weather is gorgeous this year. It's already been a shade warmer than I like a couple of times! Today is sunny and mild, with flowers blooming everywhere. Also trees, according to my allergies, but that's minor enough to ignore. Spring did bring the contractors out of hibernation briefly. Those familiar with the saga of our house know that they show up on their own mysterious schedule, do unexpected things, and disappear again for months on end. (Our landlord presumably knows what's going on. We just live here so we're clearly unimportant.) So far this year they've done a little more work on the porch (left skeletal all winter) and somewhat leveled the holes and pits they left when shoring it up, but not yet replaced the gutters they removed last fall. At least now it's just rain that gets dumped straight onto the front steps and not snow and ice. Workers also demolished the ratty old shed at last. Arborists told us they were removing a couple of trees - fortunately, the ones that had an alarming tendency to shed limbs on the power lines at the back of the house. "Removal" seems to have meant "hack off and dispose of all the limbs but leave the trunks in place." Go figure.
Our lawn, such as it is, looks horrible. We never put a lot of work into it, and it's hard to care when we never know what's going to be driven onto it next. SO far this year, it's suffered the contractors' van, a mini-bulldozer, and a small cherry-picker.The driveway gets worse every day. It badly needs more gravel. We've mentioned it to the landlord, but like everything else that he didn't think of himself it's clearly not a priority. At least our crocuses and hyacinths miraculously survived. The workers must have replanted them after digging all around the porch, which is more care than I'd given them credit for. We also have violets all through the lawn, a surprisingly vigorous clump of daffodils where the big barberry bush used to be at the corner of the yard, and the annual lost-looking clump of Dutchman's breeches in the tree lawn.
This time of year is busy for us. There are two more LARP sessions, which means that
strephon and I, as Storytellers, have a lot of prep to do. As always, there are a whole bunch of storylines running at once. A couple of very longtime characters have recently left play, which changes a lot of the balance in the city. There have been at least four princes in the last three months, too - not that Metatropolis is ever politically stable, but this is exceptional.Anime Central is coming up next month. Since
unkajosh is Department Head for Video Programming, and strephon and chibirisu are his ADHs, they've been running around doing all the permissions-and-scheduling stuff. (I help some, but I'm less in the loop.) It's very gratifying to see all that work pay off at con time, and to be one of the few, the proud, the crazy. Last year, I think there were about 500 staffers and 17,000 congoers, so ACen isn't a small undertaking.Amasong is going well. This semester, we don't have too many languages - just English, Spanish, Hebrew, Romanian, Georgian, Yoruba, and Scottish Gaelic. Piece of cake! The spring concerts actually fall after ACen for once. One of these years, my luck will run out and they'll be the same weekend. That's not going to be a fun decision. Amasong's twentieth anniversary season starts in the fall. I don't know what all the plans are, but I know there's a committee working away on a commemorative video and that we hope to have all our past directors come back. (They all want to; sadly, one is in poor health and may not be able to.)
The murder mystery dinners were slow last year. The theater company didn't spend anything to advertise us, so we couldn't have a public series. That's usually our best source of bookings for the rest of the year. Bookings have picked up this year even without one. There are at least nine mysteries on the schedule between late April and the end of June. Six of them are my Klondike Gold Rush script! (All booked through the same organization, for different groups.)
Still on the subject of mystery dinners, I finally broke through my much-too-long writer's block by setting aside the problem script and asking our organizer which of six concepts looked most worth developing. She liked them all and told me the first one to do was the one loosely based on WKRP in Cincinnati. I cranked it out in a couple of weeks (a very short time for me) and she loves it! It may be our public series this year. Since the theater company has some connections with actual local radio folks, we might be able to do some cross-promotion and even some stunt casting. I'm also working on a second Klondike script so the actors don't get too tired of the first one.
The only other news of note is the passing of
unkajosh's stepfather's mother. She'd been frail for a long time, at least since her husband died more than ten years or so. The last few years she's had 'round-the-clock care at home. I don't know all the details of her health problems, but dementia was a big part of it. Those who've seen a loved one slip away like than know what I mean when I say "she" was gone a long time before her bodied died, and the end was almost a relief. I miss Grandma Foster; she and Granpa Foster were wonderfully welcoming to me from the moment Josh brought me home. But this is the beginning of the end of my mourning for her and not fresh grief.I've been bad about posting, though I do read my friends' LJs. This occasion was enough to kick me in the tail and get me to post.
Ada Lovelace Day is an international day of blogging about the achievements of women in science and technology.
Rather than posting about someone who made an earth-shattering discovery or designed a tool that transformed the world, I've decided to speak more personally. June Stasun taught science at Willoughby Middle School in the 1980s. I believe she has since retired, but I don't know where she is now.
Miss Stasun was, on the surface, the kind of teacher that early adolescent monsters love to tear apart. She was obese and wore what looked like men's clothes. But her love of science and of teaching got through to us. After a couple of months in her classroom, all but the most school-resistant kids loved her. She was funny, patient, and had a knack for finding the right explanation whenever somebody didn't get a concept the first time.
She made no apologies for her non-"girly" interests like ham radio, which made me love her all the more. Not that she was defensive about them; she simply presented them as normal. I was already an unabashed nerd with a love of science and science fiction. Middle school is a tough time to be a nonconformist, and it was inspiring to see an adult woman outside my family who cared about the things I did.
I don't recall now whether it was Miss Stasun who invited me to join the model rocket club, but I don't think I would have stayed if she hadn't been the adviser. It was just her, me, and twenty or so boys. She made even the most routine launch of the most basic model exciting. She made us take safety precautions seriously without frightening us. And, though I shudder at the thought of supervising that many middle school kids with explosive propellants, she did it all with a smile.
Thank you, Miss Stasun, wherever you are.
Ada Lovelace Day is an international day of blogging about the achievements of women in science and technology.
Rather than posting about someone who made an earth-shattering discovery or designed a tool that transformed the world, I've decided to speak more personally. June Stasun taught science at Willoughby Middle School in the 1980s. I believe she has since retired, but I don't know where she is now.
Miss Stasun was, on the surface, the kind of teacher that early adolescent monsters love to tear apart. She was obese and wore what looked like men's clothes. But her love of science and of teaching got through to us. After a couple of months in her classroom, all but the most school-resistant kids loved her. She was funny, patient, and had a knack for finding the right explanation whenever somebody didn't get a concept the first time.
She made no apologies for her non-"girly" interests like ham radio, which made me love her all the more. Not that she was defensive about them; she simply presented them as normal. I was already an unabashed nerd with a love of science and science fiction. Middle school is a tough time to be a nonconformist, and it was inspiring to see an adult woman outside my family who cared about the things I did.
I don't recall now whether it was Miss Stasun who invited me to join the model rocket club, but I don't think I would have stayed if she hadn't been the adviser. It was just her, me, and twenty or so boys. She made even the most routine launch of the most basic model exciting. She made us take safety precautions seriously without frightening us. And, though I shudder at the thought of supervising that many middle school kids with explosive propellants, she did it all with a smile.
Thank you, Miss Stasun, wherever you are.
We're home and I'm trying to catch up on things. Today's trip was long and at times snowy, but went well.
Just a quick note to let everybody know that all is well and I'm having a lovely Christmas trip. It's been a multi-state odyssey with substantial amounts of snow. Heading home tomorrow. I hope all of you are well and have enjoyed/are enjoying/will enjoy whatever winter holidays you celebrate!
Apparently, LJ is trying to force new users to specify gender on their profiles rather than being able to choose "unspecified" or skip the field. This is for "advertising," but it's an absurd invasion of privacy.
I've changed my profile to "unspecified" in protest. How about you?
I've changed my profile to "unspecified" in protest. How about you?
Have I really not posted an update since April? I'm not ignoring you all, I swear.
Things have, overall, been good. I don't have time to write much, but here are a few highlights.
May: The Amasong spring concerts, last LARPs of the school year, and Anime Central went well. I picked up a writing job: handouts ("field guides") for four time-travel-themed events about dinosaurs for the local children's museum. I've never written for kids before, and my knowledge of paleontology was quite out of date. The field has moved fast over the last 10-15 years! But much research, and work with the museum staff, has led to three handouts I'm proud of. (Nothing wrong with the fourth; it's just not written yet.)
June: The Not Ready for Bandai Players made a triumphant return to JAFAX, having skipped last year because of gas prices. It was a lovely little con as always. It's still strange being treated as convention guests. This year we even got t-shirts that say so! We also got together with an old friend from the Earlham gaming crowd who we hadn't seen in many years, which made the weekend very special.
July: Let's see... Performed my Titanic murder mystery dinner on a riverboat in Peoria. It beats me why people on a boat would want to think about one of the most famous maritime disasters ever, but the guests seemed to have a good time. The two summer sessions of the LARP went pretty well; we've added two long-time players to the staff and they are working out as we hoped. At Mom's request, I wrote some Ohio trivia questions for the Church and Synagogue Library Association's annual conference. I also collaborated on a mini-mystery to be played out between musical numbers at a tribute to Kathy Murphy later this month. I think the script outline is a good one. Several of us went to Bloomington forchibirisu's birthday. We went to the Miller Park Zoo and a fabulous Indian restaurant. We (the folks I rode with) detoured on the way home to look and some windmills and thus stumbled on an enormous wind farm. Amazing stuff.
August: Wizard World Chicago (the Chicago Comic Con) asked Anime Central to provide an "ACen Aftershock" programming track. So, our household did a video room. The con was great fun, and oddly different from ACen itself: Lots of celebrity guests, and opportunities to pay large sums of money to meet them. The exhibit floor is other big draw, so once away from it the con felt much, much smaller than ACen despite being larger. There are few evening and no overnight events. A smaller percentage of the con-goers cosplay, though there were quite a few excellent costumes.
Yet to come: I'm about to head home to visit my mother and sisters. After I get back, I have a birthday party for an Amasong friend at which a small group of us will sing, the tribute to Kathy, the final dinosaur event, and a bunch of prep work and writing to do for the LARP.
All written out like that, it looks like I've been busy or something.
Things have, overall, been good. I don't have time to write much, but here are a few highlights.
May: The Amasong spring concerts, last LARPs of the school year, and Anime Central went well. I picked up a writing job: handouts ("field guides") for four time-travel-themed events about dinosaurs for the local children's museum. I've never written for kids before, and my knowledge of paleontology was quite out of date. The field has moved fast over the last 10-15 years! But much research, and work with the museum staff, has led to three handouts I'm proud of. (Nothing wrong with the fourth; it's just not written yet.)
June: The Not Ready for Bandai Players made a triumphant return to JAFAX, having skipped last year because of gas prices. It was a lovely little con as always. It's still strange being treated as convention guests. This year we even got t-shirts that say so! We also got together with an old friend from the Earlham gaming crowd who we hadn't seen in many years, which made the weekend very special.
July: Let's see... Performed my Titanic murder mystery dinner on a riverboat in Peoria. It beats me why people on a boat would want to think about one of the most famous maritime disasters ever, but the guests seemed to have a good time. The two summer sessions of the LARP went pretty well; we've added two long-time players to the staff and they are working out as we hoped. At Mom's request, I wrote some Ohio trivia questions for the Church and Synagogue Library Association's annual conference. I also collaborated on a mini-mystery to be played out between musical numbers at a tribute to Kathy Murphy later this month. I think the script outline is a good one. Several of us went to Bloomington for
chibirisu's birthday. We went to the Miller Park Zoo and a fabulous Indian restaurant. We (the folks I rode with) detoured on the way home to look and some windmills and thus stumbled on an enormous wind farm. Amazing stuff.August: Wizard World Chicago (the Chicago Comic Con) asked Anime Central to provide an "ACen Aftershock" programming track. So, our household did a video room. The con was great fun, and oddly different from ACen itself: Lots of celebrity guests, and opportunities to pay large sums of money to meet them. The exhibit floor is other big draw, so once away from it the con felt much, much smaller than ACen despite being larger. There are few evening and no overnight events. A smaller percentage of the con-goers cosplay, though there were quite a few excellent costumes.
Yet to come: I'm about to head home to visit my mother and sisters. After I get back, I have a birthday party for an Amasong friend at which a small group of us will sing, the tribute to Kathy, the final dinosaur event, and a bunch of prep work and writing to do for the LARP.
All written out like that, it looks like I've been busy or something.
( This is a rant about stress, overscheduling, and loss. Feel free to skip.Collapse )
So if I'm not around my usual internet haunts as much for a couple of weeks, or if I'm a bit grumpy, you know why.
So if I'm not around my usual internet haunts as much for a couple of weeks, or if I'm a bit grumpy, you know why.
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