Miles To Blog Before I Sleep...
Anime North begins in, oh, 4 or 5 hours. In between now and then, there's the usual packing of food, putting on of pants and travelling through the inevitable gauntlet of Toronto drivers. Ideally we're going to be arriving in TO early enough to avoid the worst of the "March of the Smegheads."
Ideally...
The past few days have beenrather unusual for me in many ways. Not because of the last-minute scramble to get everything done before depature (and oddly enough, this year almost everything was done with a day or two to spare), but because of that "night before Christmas" excitement. I don't think I had that sensation at Christmas itself, because...let's face it...retail at Christmas really kills the mood. As many, many, many previous bits of nowhere can attest.
And yet in the last few days, I've been giddy and excited. And also half-terrified that something at work would conspire against me, force me to miss part or all of the Con, and ultimately lead to the killing & eating of my employees. Well, not the eating. Too many calories.
Fortunately, I was sent off with a smile and a "we promise we won't burn the store down in your absence." (Yay?)
So...Anime North.
Confics. Panels. Swag. Room parties.
And, in a possibly suicidal promo gig, some of the Harvey's restaurants are going to be giving away a free original burger to every customer on Sunday. (I've been hearing this ad over the radio.) It's only at specially participating stores, but if the Head Office nunckles make the one near AN a part of this...I can only fear the hordes that will decend upon the poor bastards there.
So then, I bid you all a 4-day absence. Con reports will no doubt start popping up on Monday or so. But most everyone I'll be seeing at the Con anyways so...fear me!!
Today's Lesson: black electrical tape is a dying shoe's best friend.
Labels: Cons are better than Commercialmas, Hoorays for AN07, possibly suicial Harveys employees
posted by Phillip at 6:51 AM
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
