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

[filkerdave.livejournal.com]

Not being mentioned at a conrep isn't a sign that people don't care -- it's a sign that you didn't get mentioned in the conrep. Lord knows I don't write everything down in my conreps; there are people I leave out all the time, there are thing I did that I really enjoyed at the time that I leave out all the time.

A conrep is, at best, fragmentary.

And hey, it could be worse. People could mention you in a nasty context ;)

[figmo.livejournal.com]

Good point. :-)