I really ought to stop reading con reports

[figmo]

It rarely fails to happen:

1. I go to a con.
2. I feel good for having gone to the con and having had a good time.
3. I read the con reports, see myself totally absent, and get really depressed.

This continuously amazes me, given that I've done some things over the years I thought were highly conspicuous. I once coordinated the smuggling of a sousaphone into OVFF. I have run cons. I have done concerts complete with costume changes and choreography. I've tried to make a sanitary napkin with wings fly while on stage. I've brought an insufferably cute dog to cons.

This time even the dog didn't get mentioned.

Comments

[maedbh7.livejournal.com]

Well, crap. I thought I'd mentioned you in mine. This comment was going to be me poking you about "well, you were mentioned in mine." and well, my bad, you weren't. I went back and checked,and damn it all to hell, I forgot. Not that you were there, but I forgot to say as much in my con report. Sleep dep. That's my only defense.

All the same, I hear what you are saying. Everyone needs their ego stroked once in a while. So, we met, it was cool, and Lady is a cutey, and I'm sorry I didn't say so in my own LJ space. I meant to. But yeah, I know all about the road to hell and good intentions and all of that. Forgive? -H...

[figmo.livejournal.com]

Sorry 'bout that. It wasn't directed at anyone in particular, especially not you. It's just a phenomenon I notice whenever I go to cons.