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texxgadgetI am back from a science fiction/fantasy convention known as Bay Con.
Today has been a day of recovering from the last 7 days.
Over the past year and a half Ive been hearing about live journal.
Id held off on joining after a particularly nasty flamewar between several users I know.
At Bay Con, I decided to take my chances and jump in.
I may yet live to regret this, but here goes.
They say that real writers write because they HAVE TO.
I have to do something or I will explode.
Who knows? Maybe someone will manage to figure me out.
I doubt anyone will read this though, not to be depressing, but above all, I try to be a realist.
Tuesday dawned and BayCon load out began.
I had a pint & a half of orange juice to start, knowing my blood sugar felt low.
I took my usual precautions.
As we were nearing loading the art flats into the truck, I suddenly realized I was flat on my faced
on the lobby of the Doubletree Hotel with people yelling my name.
Im thinking "Ah crap! This is SO STUPID" I felt like such a yutz.
After several cups of water, and lots of insipid babying by kids young enough to be my kids,
I finally consented to have my blood tested. This was rather humorous, almost enough to make up
for the embarrassment. I was looking away and conversing with someone else as Cynthia stuck me.
We were sitting there in the "gofer hole" as she tried 4 times before she could get enough blood
to test. I came in high. It looks like I got my level too high and the body reacted with a huge
slug of insulin and i momentarily dipped before it stabilized on the high side of normal.
I eventually owe Cynthia for the cost of the needle.
This is my 1st Bay Con in 5 years.
I had a bad time as Tech Director in 1998 with "FLARE"
(bunch of bullies & wanna-be cops serving as con security force)
managed to meddle in tech dept and make any problems I had far worse.
Last year I "ghosted" a few parties to see if to was safe enough to return.
One of the people who had made my lif such hell has now screwed up and is out of Bay Con.
It was finally safe.
This year I returned as part of the internet lounge & networking team.
I saw people I hadnt seen in a long time. It was wonderful.
I also cleared the air with some situations that had been left in less than graceful limbo.
I survived. Somehow. I barely got out before depression set in. I dunno how long this one is
gonna last. I cant tell if Ive bottomed out or not.
I was afraid Id have nightmares at the con. Last thing Id need is to wake up the whole gofer hole
screaming. Despite the sleep deprivation, I didnt go off. Probably the worst thing was the siezure
during the dead dog party, but it was a mild one. I just walked around n nobody said much about it.
It was frustrating this weekend to watch some twit running around hurting people, watching him
doing the exact same thing that I did when I was still young & cute, knowing that karma will get
him and down the pike, he will be on the recieving side. Frustratingly I was unable to reach him
and just as i was about to finally scratch the surface, somebody who had listened to 3 words out of
the paragraph and guess at the rest butted in and destroyed what I was trying to do.
I lost my 1 chance to prevent more freinds from being hurt.
Ive known Heather for at least 5 years and this was the closest Ive ever come to decking her.
It was true self control that averted a brawl right there. The woman is absolutely maddening.
I hate getting taken to task for something someone thinks I "might" say but havent yet.
One of my absolute hot buttons is people who listen to 3 words and extrapolate the entire rest of the
conversation from just that. They invariably get it totally wrong. When one assumes, one makes an ass of ume.
Meanwhile, I have several friends who have been hurt by this twink who in turn is going to keep
messing with others.
I mean why should I learn from mistakes if there is no way to apply this knowledge ?
Arent I supposed to use this knowledge to prevent others from making the same errors ?
I managed to do a little job hunting through headhunters today, although I really should have
worked harder.
Boy arent * I * little miss Mary Sunshine tonight ?
Today has been a day of recovering from the last 7 days.
Over the past year and a half Ive been hearing about live journal.
Id held off on joining after a particularly nasty flamewar between several users I know.
At Bay Con, I decided to take my chances and jump in.
I may yet live to regret this, but here goes.
They say that real writers write because they HAVE TO.
I have to do something or I will explode.
Who knows? Maybe someone will manage to figure me out.
I doubt anyone will read this though, not to be depressing, but above all, I try to be a realist.
Tuesday dawned and BayCon load out began.
I had a pint & a half of orange juice to start, knowing my blood sugar felt low.
I took my usual precautions.
As we were nearing loading the art flats into the truck, I suddenly realized I was flat on my faced
on the lobby of the Doubletree Hotel with people yelling my name.
Im thinking "Ah crap! This is SO STUPID" I felt like such a yutz.
After several cups of water, and lots of insipid babying by kids young enough to be my kids,
I finally consented to have my blood tested. This was rather humorous, almost enough to make up
for the embarrassment. I was looking away and conversing with someone else as Cynthia stuck me.
We were sitting there in the "gofer hole" as she tried 4 times before she could get enough blood
to test. I came in high. It looks like I got my level too high and the body reacted with a huge
slug of insulin and i momentarily dipped before it stabilized on the high side of normal.
I eventually owe Cynthia for the cost of the needle.
This is my 1st Bay Con in 5 years.
I had a bad time as Tech Director in 1998 with "FLARE"
(bunch of bullies & wanna-be cops serving as con security force)
managed to meddle in tech dept and make any problems I had far worse.
Last year I "ghosted" a few parties to see if to was safe enough to return.
One of the people who had made my lif such hell has now screwed up and is out of Bay Con.
It was finally safe.
This year I returned as part of the internet lounge & networking team.
I saw people I hadnt seen in a long time. It was wonderful.
I also cleared the air with some situations that had been left in less than graceful limbo.
I survived. Somehow. I barely got out before depression set in. I dunno how long this one is
gonna last. I cant tell if Ive bottomed out or not.
I was afraid Id have nightmares at the con. Last thing Id need is to wake up the whole gofer hole
screaming. Despite the sleep deprivation, I didnt go off. Probably the worst thing was the siezure
during the dead dog party, but it was a mild one. I just walked around n nobody said much about it.
It was frustrating this weekend to watch some twit running around hurting people, watching him
doing the exact same thing that I did when I was still young & cute, knowing that karma will get
him and down the pike, he will be on the recieving side. Frustratingly I was unable to reach him
and just as i was about to finally scratch the surface, somebody who had listened to 3 words out of
the paragraph and guess at the rest butted in and destroyed what I was trying to do.
I lost my 1 chance to prevent more freinds from being hurt.
Ive known Heather for at least 5 years and this was the closest Ive ever come to decking her.
It was true self control that averted a brawl right there. The woman is absolutely maddening.
I hate getting taken to task for something someone thinks I "might" say but havent yet.
One of my absolute hot buttons is people who listen to 3 words and extrapolate the entire rest of the
conversation from just that. They invariably get it totally wrong. When one assumes, one makes an ass of ume.
Meanwhile, I have several friends who have been hurt by this twink who in turn is going to keep
messing with others.
I mean why should I learn from mistakes if there is no way to apply this knowledge ?
Arent I supposed to use this knowledge to prevent others from making the same errors ?
I managed to do a little job hunting through headhunters today, although I really should have
worked harder.
Boy arent * I * little miss Mary Sunshine tonight ?
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Date: 2003-05-30 04:31 (UTC)Todd
netlounge
Date: 2003-05-30 12:19 (UTC)I was basically the wire & rigging guru, Dillo & Jason programmed
the routers. Heather & co set up the workstations.
I have designed some info kiosks to deploy aboput the con next year.
Dunno if well get the go ahead to run with them or not.