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

[bardiclug.livejournal.com]

GaFilk is a relax-a-con by design, and although it was pretty large this year, it was still a very laid-back con. This isn't the con to go to if you want to get notice and good press.

Enjoy the con for the experience of the con, and leave it at that. Sherman is so right when he says "that way lies madness."

[figmo.livejournal.com]

I know, I know. You're both right. I go to experience the con. That's why I keep telling myself not to bother with the con reports. I go from feeling warm and glowy from the con experience to feeling like nobody thinks I'm worthwhile, and that sucks.