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.

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[figmo.livejournal.com]

I guess I'm the weirdo who likes criticism. I was brought up to believe you only criticize someone you think can improve. If you don't offer criticism, it means you've written the person off.

With that in mind, if someone has constructive criticism ("You suck" is not constructive; "You suck because..." is), I like it.

One of the nice things about the Consonance concom is we are pretty blunt with each other with the understanding that we do it because we care. If someone tells me something's off, I accept it. I figure I must be doing something right because people keep coming back to work on the concom. The attrition we've had is due to people moving out of the area due to the sucky economy.