Saturday, September 06, 2003
Friday, September 05, 2003
oh, monkeys. i am so veryvery sick. i have a BAD chest cold, hacking, wheezing, and then last night i just moved into the Congestion Zone. i went to work anyway. i figured, since i feel like pureed hell anyway, i might as well take it out on the masses. moowhahaha*hack*hack*urgh*argh*wheeeeeeeze*... yuk. i am running a fever, i hurt all over, and i just want to kick people. ok, i ALWAYS want to kick people, but today i want to kick them AND cough on them.
eeeevil.
i want to start a little "con remembrance diary" though, so i can catch y'all up on the fun.
mike and left at 12:30 !@#$ a.m. on friday, we got there about six because SOMEone didn't take a nap during the day, aherm, and had to pull over and sleep. no problemo for me, i was trained from infancy to sleep in a car, so i slept pretty much the whole way there (and the whole way back on tuesday, too. :) we got to the room and i squooged into bed betwixt tobie and dawoo and had yummy fuzzy snuggle-fest for a couple of hours.
even though we'd rolled in at the crack of dawn, i was up and bouncy and ready for an infusion of serious geekism by 8:30. I got up, showered and dressed and roused the crew. jen and burt were the only ones who kept decent hours throughout the weekend, so jen was up and sparky pretty early, too. she'd packed (tardis-like) enough food and supplies for the whole company, so there were breakfast options, coffee when we needed it and snacks for the mid-day. she also had good lunch-stuff, and pre-packed dinners for the whole crew. mm. :) i thanked her about 20 times for her good planning and taking over that kind of responsibility, but that wasn't enough thanks. i spent many-a-con (before the 'guesting' days) haunting the con-suite, sleeping in halls, and living on nabs and coke and alcohol. this was fatness supreme. as mike pointed out, it was like a little con-family* trip. we were six to a room, with jen and burt claiming one bed and the rest of us rotating between the second bed and the comfy floor pallets (i'd brought my little mattress and my karly dream-blanky). we kept the room nice and MOST of our stuff packed up and out of the way so that the room didn't get too crazy, and we never fought over the bathroom**.
my first plan on friday was to find the gaijin guys. i also wanted to see the action and get the lay of the land, but i had bid'ness to attend. before i could do that, though, i had to get through - bum bum BUMMMM! - registration. we went en masse, geek patrol unity, to the spot. jen had warned us that it could be madness and a long wait, but it actually wasn't too bad. mike had to get his name changed from allison (?) and i had to pick up my badge. as i was walking toward the entrance way, i passed a furry, much loved and well-remembered face, a SERIOUS blast from the past, my friend dean fagan from hattiesburg. we had recently reunited through SAM'S DAY OFF (yay!) and had passed a couple of e-mails, but what a surprise to see him standing in the hall! after the hugs, he informed me that another dear old friend, mike herrington*** was there with his new wife, jena. i walked into the hall and just hollered "MIKE HERRINGTON!" ("MIKE WAZOWSKY!") and enjoyed the look of serious surprise on his face when he saw me. his wife is a sweetie, so i didn't have to get all jealous and catty (i'd always had a bit of a thing for mike... hm...). i was SO glad that he hadn't married that ONE psycho that he' been with last, and jena was immediately sweet and friendly to me. i was also glad to see him upright, 'cause the last time we met, he was in a hospital bed suffering badly after a car wreck. he looked great, no change at all (except for the MAJOR upgrade in gals. go mikey! ;) we started catching up on the old home folks there in the line, and the gossip continued throughout the weekend. it was a good way to begin my first con in eight years...
-to be continued...
*well, what mike said EXACTLY was that it was like a "f#@%$d up family trip." :D
**ok, a couple of times we fought over not wanting to go NEAR the bathroom, but that's another story, and boys are gross.
***thanks for signing my guestbook mike! and thanks for the compliments on my sucker!
eeeevil.
i want to start a little "con remembrance diary" though, so i can catch y'all up on the fun.
mike and left at 12:30 !@#$ a.m. on friday, we got there about six because SOMEone didn't take a nap during the day, aherm, and had to pull over and sleep. no problemo for me, i was trained from infancy to sleep in a car, so i slept pretty much the whole way there (and the whole way back on tuesday, too. :) we got to the room and i squooged into bed betwixt tobie and dawoo and had yummy fuzzy snuggle-fest for a couple of hours.
even though we'd rolled in at the crack of dawn, i was up and bouncy and ready for an infusion of serious geekism by 8:30. I got up, showered and dressed and roused the crew. jen and burt were the only ones who kept decent hours throughout the weekend, so jen was up and sparky pretty early, too. she'd packed (tardis-like) enough food and supplies for the whole company, so there were breakfast options, coffee when we needed it and snacks for the mid-day. she also had good lunch-stuff, and pre-packed dinners for the whole crew. mm. :) i thanked her about 20 times for her good planning and taking over that kind of responsibility, but that wasn't enough thanks. i spent many-a-con (before the 'guesting' days) haunting the con-suite, sleeping in halls, and living on nabs and coke and alcohol. this was fatness supreme. as mike pointed out, it was like a little con-family* trip. we were six to a room, with jen and burt claiming one bed and the rest of us rotating between the second bed and the comfy floor pallets (i'd brought my little mattress and my karly dream-blanky). we kept the room nice and MOST of our stuff packed up and out of the way so that the room didn't get too crazy, and we never fought over the bathroom**.
my first plan on friday was to find the gaijin guys. i also wanted to see the action and get the lay of the land, but i had bid'ness to attend. before i could do that, though, i had to get through - bum bum BUMMMM! - registration. we went en masse, geek patrol unity, to the spot. jen had warned us that it could be madness and a long wait, but it actually wasn't too bad. mike had to get his name changed from allison (?) and i had to pick up my badge. as i was walking toward the entrance way, i passed a furry, much loved and well-remembered face, a SERIOUS blast from the past, my friend dean fagan from hattiesburg. we had recently reunited through SAM'S DAY OFF (yay!) and had passed a couple of e-mails, but what a surprise to see him standing in the hall! after the hugs, he informed me that another dear old friend, mike herrington*** was there with his new wife, jena. i walked into the hall and just hollered "MIKE HERRINGTON!" ("MIKE WAZOWSKY!") and enjoyed the look of serious surprise on his face when he saw me. his wife is a sweetie, so i didn't have to get all jealous and catty (i'd always had a bit of a thing for mike... hm...). i was SO glad that he hadn't married that ONE psycho that he' been with last, and jena was immediately sweet and friendly to me. i was also glad to see him upright, 'cause the last time we met, he was in a hospital bed suffering badly after a car wreck. he looked great, no change at all (except for the MAJOR upgrade in gals. go mikey! ;) we started catching up on the old home folks there in the line, and the gossip continued throughout the weekend. it was a good way to begin my first con in eight years...
-to be continued...
*well, what mike said EXACTLY was that it was like a "f#@%$d up family trip." :D
**ok, a couple of times we fought over not wanting to go NEAR the bathroom, but that's another story, and boys are gross.
***thanks for signing my guestbook mike! and thanks for the compliments on my sucker!
Thursday, September 04, 2003
fyi & re: yesterday's rant - the offending guestbook post has been removed.
thank you, wet rats, o' webmaster supreme.
also, let me apologize publicly for my difficulty in stating my true feelings about things. i know that i am shy and reticent and have a hard time making myself heard, but i'm working on it.
ha.
-s
thank you, wet rats, o' webmaster supreme.
also, let me apologize publicly for my difficulty in stating my true feelings about things. i know that i am shy and reticent and have a hard time making myself heard, but i'm working on it.
ha.
-s
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
hi everyone. i know y'all are wanting to hear about 'con - and there is LOTS to tell, but this spot on my webpage is called a RANT for a reason, and there is something that i really MUST address here first (this is related to a recent post to my guestbook):
let's get this straight here and now, all curious and questioning and ASSUMING folks - I AM NOT DATING ANYONE. I AM NOT SEEING ANYONE, I AM NOT ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WITH ANYONE, I AM NOT "FOOLING AROUND" WITH ANYONE, I AM NOT "SERIOUSLY" INTERESTED IN ANYONE, AND AM NOT LIKELY TO BE AT ANYTIME IN THE NEAR FUTURE!
got it? good.
and another thing. NOTHING kills any interest that i MIGHT have like finding out - BEFORE I EVEN !@#$ KNOW IT - that i am "involved" or "prospective" from people i've never even !@#$ MET. yes, this is all related a specific post, but i feel like this is something that the world - or at least the teeny segment of it that is interested in knowing more about me - NEEDS TO KNOW. i've addressed this statement up close and personal with the bloke who was EXTREMELY embarassingly named out loud in public forum, several days before this post ever appeared, so i don't feel bad at all about reiterating this right here for those of you who need to know.
so, i am going to list some very plain and important personal rules right here for future reference:
1: IF I DON'T TALK ABOUT IT HERE, IT'S NOBODY'S DAMNED BUSINESS!!!
2: NEVER, EVER, ASSUME ANYTHING ABOUT ME!!! i PROMISE you, if i find out that anyone has ASSUMED anything about me, i will change my tack, just for the !@#$ of it. this is a guarantee. ask the people who know me.
3: CHECK YOUR !@#$ FACTS BEFORE YOU GO POSTING THINGS (ESPECIALLY ABOUT ME!!!) TO MY !@#$ PAGE!!!
raar! that'll do for now. at least, i damned sure hope it will.
i am an extremely open and honest person, which is precisely why i need for some parts of my life to be just mine. IF i ever do find someone special, just for me, i will keep it to myself as long as i possibly can. when i have dated in the past, even my own, close, beloved girlies have only heard about it, and some of my friends, very close ones, have never even known the names of my paramours, much less met them. there is no !@#$ way on earth that some strangers (and that includes parents, friends, and !@#$ library patrons) are going to know my possible !@#$ business before I do.
in case you can't tell, i am livid. this is strike 3, in this particular case. those of you who can't keep your mouths shut and your assumptions to yourselves owe your own friend(s) an apology. i don't know you, so i don't give a damn, and i do know that my own friends would never do this. i do have a couple who are testosterone-impaired and who still haven't figured out not to ask questions, but hopefully they are learning. i wish the rest of you similar luck.
got it?
good.
let's get this straight here and now, all curious and questioning and ASSUMING folks - I AM NOT DATING ANYONE. I AM NOT SEEING ANYONE, I AM NOT ROMANTICALLY INVOLVED WITH ANYONE, I AM NOT "FOOLING AROUND" WITH ANYONE, I AM NOT "SERIOUSLY" INTERESTED IN ANYONE, AND AM NOT LIKELY TO BE AT ANYTIME IN THE NEAR FUTURE!
got it? good.
and another thing. NOTHING kills any interest that i MIGHT have like finding out - BEFORE I EVEN !@#$ KNOW IT - that i am "involved" or "prospective" from people i've never even !@#$ MET. yes, this is all related a specific post, but i feel like this is something that the world - or at least the teeny segment of it that is interested in knowing more about me - NEEDS TO KNOW. i've addressed this statement up close and personal with the bloke who was EXTREMELY embarassingly named out loud in public forum, several days before this post ever appeared, so i don't feel bad at all about reiterating this right here for those of you who need to know.
so, i am going to list some very plain and important personal rules right here for future reference:
1: IF I DON'T TALK ABOUT IT HERE, IT'S NOBODY'S DAMNED BUSINESS!!!
2: NEVER, EVER, ASSUME ANYTHING ABOUT ME!!! i PROMISE you, if i find out that anyone has ASSUMED anything about me, i will change my tack, just for the !@#$ of it. this is a guarantee. ask the people who know me.
3: CHECK YOUR !@#$ FACTS BEFORE YOU GO POSTING THINGS (ESPECIALLY ABOUT ME!!!) TO MY !@#$ PAGE!!!
raar! that'll do for now. at least, i damned sure hope it will.
i am an extremely open and honest person, which is precisely why i need for some parts of my life to be just mine. IF i ever do find someone special, just for me, i will keep it to myself as long as i possibly can. when i have dated in the past, even my own, close, beloved girlies have only heard about it, and some of my friends, very close ones, have never even known the names of my paramours, much less met them. there is no !@#$ way on earth that some strangers (and that includes parents, friends, and !@#$ library patrons) are going to know my possible !@#$ business before I do.
in case you can't tell, i am livid. this is strike 3, in this particular case. those of you who can't keep your mouths shut and your assumptions to yourselves owe your own friend(s) an apology. i don't know you, so i don't give a damn, and i do know that my own friends would never do this. i do have a couple who are testosterone-impaired and who still haven't figured out not to ask questions, but hopefully they are learning. i wish the rest of you similar luck.
got it?
good.
