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Very Ultra-Quickie Post
Aug. 22nd, 2005 07:57 pmBack from Vividcon. Which was fantastic beyond the telling of it. And I shall post more about it at some point soon, but I'm still processing a piece of news discovered once I was finally able to check e-mail -- one of my most crucially valuable staff members has resigned, last day 8/30, and I have no idea how we're going to cover all her work, since we're in a hiring freeze. *moan*
But not thinking about that now; con was fantastic, I am exhausted and at skip=450, tonight's agenda is (1) beer, (2) catch up on LJ, (3) sleep.
(Oh, but I have to say -- funniest moment of the trip back? We arrive at my house, me and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
debchan and jackiekjono and lapillus, giddy with exhaustion after days of massive sleep-deprivation and sensory/social overload, and a seven-hour drive, and I start hauling my bags out of the back of Carol's car, and -- some wowser in a suit comes trotting down the sidewalk towards us, making with the friendly greetings, and I'm thinking Oh, shit, it's a Seventh-Day Adventist missionary,, but it turns out to be--R.T. Rybak! The Mayor of Minneapolis! Who is out door-knocking for re-election! And who wants to hand-shake us, and give us campaign literature, and offers to help us unload luggage! As Jackie (I think) said after he left, "We should've told him, 'Hey, we just got in from Chicago! Keep your fuckin' hands off our stuff, asshole!'")
Wow, I'm tired. Fantastic con, but I said that already. More later.
But not thinking about that now; con was fantastic, I am exhausted and at skip=450, tonight's agenda is (1) beer, (2) catch up on LJ, (3) sleep.
(Oh, but I have to say -- funniest moment of the trip back? We arrive at my house, me and
debchan and jackiekjono and lapillus, giddy with exhaustion after days of massive sleep-deprivation and sensory/social overload, and a seven-hour drive, and I start hauling my bags out of the back of Carol's car, and -- some wowser in a suit comes trotting down the sidewalk towards us, making with the friendly greetings, and I'm thinking Oh, shit, it's a Seventh-Day Adventist missionary,, but it turns out to be--R.T. Rybak! The Mayor of Minneapolis! Who is out door-knocking for re-election! And who wants to hand-shake us, and give us campaign literature, and offers to help us unload luggage! As Jackie (I think) said after he left, "We should've told him, 'Hey, we just got in from Chicago! Keep your fuckin' hands off our stuff, asshole!'")Wow, I'm tired. Fantastic con, but I said that already. More later.