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

[figmo.livejournal.com]

You're right, and yeah, we didn't get to spend enough time around each other. Your kids didn't get enough "doggie time," too. :-)

I filk to filk. Someone once asked me if I got into filk to be famous. I replied, "I already am famous. I'm on the radio. I get fan mail. I filk because I need to."

[pbristow.livejournal.com]

"I already am famous. I'm on the radio. I get fan mail. I filk because I need to."

Heh. That's a quote I want to file. =:o}