Thus Blogged Zarathustra
The Confic is done and being printed up. 90% of the props have been wrangled, and the remaining ones just need to be purchased from one or two specific stores. Beyond clothes needing to be laundered in the next day or two, there's very little else left for prep work.
It's surprising how suddenly it's the week of the Con. I'm still stuck in this surreal feeling that it's yet another month off, and can scarce believe I have a whole weekend to play with. It's a great feeling. A great, overwhelming, evil "dance for me now, puppets!" sort of feeling. I need more of these.
The 3-days weekends of fun, of course.
And the evil dancing-puppets feeling too. (Where would the world be if no one was allowed to have that?)
It's somewhat peculiar in a way: the past few months, I have worked furiously whenever possible on finishing up the big-assed SM fanfic, and then launching immediately into the Confic. Once Sunday reaches its close, I'm suddenly going to be left with nothing impending to write. Oh well, there's still
The Project. At least that's one far off deadline.
So if you'll excuse me, there's the dying hours of a holiday I need to get back to exploiting. Besides, Mel's starting to give me looks, like the Internet has suddenly become some sort of vile mistress I'm cheating on her with. And the playlist just ended with the Smiths telling me to "hang the DJ." Which is somewhat disturbing since that's the last line in the song I heard before everything went eerily silent...
Today's Lesson: contrary to
Rayman's Raving Rabbids, bunnies can't dance. They can, however, leave poop all over the guest room carpet and then eat through one of your favourite childhood books. (Oh well, the binding had to be replaced anyways.)
Labels: Confic 07 is nigh, cryptic references to things I may or may not in fact be working on, Machiavellian puppet dances, see Mel I am not cheating on you with the Internet
posted by Phillip at 5:00 PM
