Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 


Still alive.

Hard to believe, I know, but I'm still here. Sort of. Been working many hours at the store. many, many hours...oh, the hours. Can't say I'm particularly fond of the near-vegetative state I've been in the last few weeks, but the pay hasn't been half-bad. Silver lining in the cloud and all that. Honestly, this little bit of nowhere would have been posted sooner had Blogger not been so damned uncooperative during those few times where I did have enough will and cognitive power to write.

As a result, I'm rather loathe to face the fact that usually by now there's at least a rough draft of the Confic kicking about for those involved to read. Currently, there's everything but the apocalypse written. So the theory goes, unless there's a lot of banter between the Fancrew, another 5-6 pages and things should be finished. In a strictly "rough draft" capacity, of course.

But so far, things seem rather optimistic. Hysteria is killing the world with ribbons, Sarcasm is chasing cosplayers with a chainsaw, Carnage is getting doused in bishie sparkles, Havoc is discussing yaoi, and Chaos/Pesti/Ebichu are apparently the new OT3. (Don't ask me what the old OT3 was, though it probably involved a Psyduck.)

The plan is to have the finale written sometime over the course of Saturday & Sunday (hooray for a day off!), send it off to Kevin for editing/tweaking/making the script funnier, and then by Monday or Tuesday, there will be something for all to see.

This isn't a matter of hopefully. It's almost reaching a "do or die" point, since I'd rather not wait until the very last minute to get things out for printing, prop acquisitions and the like. In fact...why am I still here blogging when there's an end-of-the-world that needs writing?

To the Bakamobile!


Mel: "You don't have a license."

Myself: "That's never stopped me before in Grand Theft Auto!"

Mel: "I've seen you drive in GTA. I don't want to have to explain how you ran over our pets with an imaginary car."

Labels: driving imaginary cars and crashing them, misleading remarks about OT3's, more fun with Confic 07, reasserting the world that I'm still alive

posted by Phillip at 8:24 PM