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Out In The Valley Of Wandering Deep
Mar. 13th, 2001 12:57 pmThe images flood I cannot keep...
Actually. Erm.
Hey, look, I'm updating. Yay, me.
Right. For those of you who wondered, I spent the weekend away at a convention. Name That Con 14: Formaldecon - The Preservation of Fandom.
It was one of the most relaxing and enjoyable times I've had in a while. I spent most of it sitting at registration, taking people's money and writing down their names in our little ledger. Mwaha. I handled over $2000 dollars. There was one point that I had $1400... Oh, to not be so honourable...
Meanwhile, I bought two bottles of alcohol--Irish Cream and Butterscotch Schnappes. And drank none of it. Okay, I had one glass of both mixed. Sigh. I sometimes think I should take a weekend and just get smashed.
The dance sucked on both nights. On Friday, I participated in an inflatable sea creature war. We took over the pool/hot tub area and threw them at each other. Was rather fun. I also was the recipient of a backrub that is STILL making me relaxed. I hadn't realised I was in pain until it was GONE.
Low-level, but still there, pain, anyway. *peers at sentence*
I spent the weekend sharing a room with Darlene and Mike (two good friends, who will be married in 100 days..), my sis Alisha (well, not real sis, but...), and Phenix (aka Thomas Gambino)... I think I was in the room to sleep, maybe, twice.
I lie. I slept over twelve hours, collectively. Hell, I went to bed at ONE AM both nights. Of course, I also got up at 8am...
Thursday night after work, I dyed my hair. It's now a dark-purplered-black. Looks nifty.
One thing about the convention startled me--there were a lot of people who seemed to think it sucked. Stupid fuckheads.
Apparently, there was a lot of miscommunication between the con committee. I wouldn't know, I only made one meeting. Besides, I'm staff, not Committee. *sniffle* I didn't have a black ribbon, this year.
Something I find absolutely hilarious is that the webmaster of the NTC site quit a month before the con. Over something really, really, really stupid. I mean, I think it's great--the site is fucking ugly.
But it's still mildly sad, since a lot of stuff didn't get taken care of that should have.
Like the LARPers, who we neatly accommodated, but who hadn't been able to get a response from our supposed Head of Gaming. *snort* I think we attract as many stupid idiots to committee as we do competent ones.
All hail next year's chair, my friend Mike. I hope. Unfortunately, it's all really shittily political as to who gets the Chairmanship. *insert lots of cursing and a rant about fucking SCFFS*
Of course, I'm stupid enough to have told Mike I'd be willing to design and maintain next year's NTC site... You can all stop snickering. *grumble*
Besides, anything would be better than Mac, who is someone else who wants the site, and seems to think FrontPage is a good thing to use. I bet he'd use the Netscape/IE composer, too. And lots of Kewl Graphix.
God save me from stupid people who think photoshop and a web browser make them design gods. (hrm... Design Deities... Desities?)
I was surprised, Nora Mai actually spoke to me. Normally, she and Bruce tend to ignore me, 'cause I'm a friend of Rob's/Mike's... Old rivalries die hard, I guess. *sigh* Ramona and Larry are speaking to me. Unfortunately, they're all speaking to Rob.
Speaking of Rob, I laughed my ass off Saturday night when they made him pay for the con. He's been claiming for months that he'd already paid. We knew he hadn't. So they told him he couldn't DJ Saturday night's (awful) dance until he paid up. *snickering*
Yes, the dance was horrible. I made it there a few times. Rob just... doesn't get it. But, then, most of the people at cons don't have good music taste, anyway (these are people who think Rap is a Wonderful and Expressive Art Form. Bah.)
Ah, art... I spent way, way, way too much in the art show and auction. But I *did* get the Nene Thomas piece I really wanted. *happysigh*
I think I'm rambling, now. Oh well. *g*
bye, for now, hugs, Ana
Actually. Erm.
Hey, look, I'm updating. Yay, me.
Right. For those of you who wondered, I spent the weekend away at a convention. Name That Con 14: Formaldecon - The Preservation of Fandom.
It was one of the most relaxing and enjoyable times I've had in a while. I spent most of it sitting at registration, taking people's money and writing down their names in our little ledger. Mwaha. I handled over $2000 dollars. There was one point that I had $1400... Oh, to not be so honourable...
Meanwhile, I bought two bottles of alcohol--Irish Cream and Butterscotch Schnappes. And drank none of it. Okay, I had one glass of both mixed. Sigh. I sometimes think I should take a weekend and just get smashed.
The dance sucked on both nights. On Friday, I participated in an inflatable sea creature war. We took over the pool/hot tub area and threw them at each other. Was rather fun. I also was the recipient of a backrub that is STILL making me relaxed. I hadn't realised I was in pain until it was GONE.
Low-level, but still there, pain, anyway. *peers at sentence*
I spent the weekend sharing a room with Darlene and Mike (two good friends, who will be married in 100 days..), my sis Alisha (well, not real sis, but...), and Phenix (aka Thomas Gambino)... I think I was in the room to sleep, maybe, twice.
I lie. I slept over twelve hours, collectively. Hell, I went to bed at ONE AM both nights. Of course, I also got up at 8am...
Thursday night after work, I dyed my hair. It's now a dark-purplered-black. Looks nifty.
One thing about the convention startled me--there were a lot of people who seemed to think it sucked. Stupid fuckheads.
Apparently, there was a lot of miscommunication between the con committee. I wouldn't know, I only made one meeting. Besides, I'm staff, not Committee. *sniffle* I didn't have a black ribbon, this year.
Something I find absolutely hilarious is that the webmaster of the NTC site quit a month before the con. Over something really, really, really stupid. I mean, I think it's great--the site is fucking ugly.
But it's still mildly sad, since a lot of stuff didn't get taken care of that should have.
Like the LARPers, who we neatly accommodated, but who hadn't been able to get a response from our supposed Head of Gaming. *snort* I think we attract as many stupid idiots to committee as we do competent ones.
All hail next year's chair, my friend Mike. I hope. Unfortunately, it's all really shittily political as to who gets the Chairmanship. *insert lots of cursing and a rant about fucking SCFFS*
Of course, I'm stupid enough to have told Mike I'd be willing to design and maintain next year's NTC site... You can all stop snickering. *grumble*
Besides, anything would be better than Mac, who is someone else who wants the site, and seems to think FrontPage is a good thing to use. I bet he'd use the Netscape/IE composer, too. And lots of Kewl Graphix.
God save me from stupid people who think photoshop and a web browser make them design gods. (hrm... Design Deities... Desities?)
I was surprised, Nora Mai actually spoke to me. Normally, she and Bruce tend to ignore me, 'cause I'm a friend of Rob's/Mike's... Old rivalries die hard, I guess. *sigh* Ramona and Larry are speaking to me. Unfortunately, they're all speaking to Rob.
Speaking of Rob, I laughed my ass off Saturday night when they made him pay for the con. He's been claiming for months that he'd already paid. We knew he hadn't. So they told him he couldn't DJ Saturday night's (awful) dance until he paid up. *snickering*
Yes, the dance was horrible. I made it there a few times. Rob just... doesn't get it. But, then, most of the people at cons don't have good music taste, anyway (these are people who think Rap is a Wonderful and Expressive Art Form. Bah.)
Ah, art... I spent way, way, way too much in the art show and auction. But I *did* get the Nene Thomas piece I really wanted. *happysigh*
I think I'm rambling, now. Oh well. *g*
bye, for now, hugs, Ana
