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

[mrpsyklops.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I liked the Pachelbel's Canon (spelling errors are my own) presentation that went with "California Love Song." The lyrics were amusing (though I don't exactly remember why a tofu reference is sticking in my mind. (g)). I liked "Someone To Pick Up After Me," though pre-recorded accompaniment is not usually my favorite. It's a shame there wasn't additional contact and rehearsal time - it would have been great to have a live version that included quadrivium and surrdave. It reminded me of a saying the Beth and I use - we'd both like to have a wife. (g)

I enjoyed your performance. Thank you for reminding me of the specifics. Now, I'll post the information to my own LJ, so I won't loose it again.