The tragedy of Blog Fail

[slipjig3]

So here we are, a full week after Arisia ended, and I still haven't done my write-up. Prepare the wet noodles, ensign, for the lashes begin at sunrise. I know the reason why, aside from the usual case of creeping procrastination: I haven't the foggiest clue what to write about.

Don't get me wrong—I had a fantabulous time, as I always do, and I already miss Arisia-space horrendously. It's just that the weekend didn't seem to gel around capital-S Stories the way it usually does (like the "Poke a Sick Person With a Squid" incident and the secession of the Grand Duchy of Niche, both in 2009), which doesn't give me much narrative to hang a blog post from, except to go all hand-wavy and babbly in a "Omigod, peoples and stuffs and omigod!" sort of way. Might be worth reading, sure, but it leave your humble blogger wishing for more pie fights and rabid duck attacks and such.

Still, there are things I want to talk about, so I'll just use this post to list said aforementioned Things and thus remind myself to get off my duff and get writing, already:

* my first-ever panel!
* the coming of the Rabbit: mask, watch and overcoat
* song circle, and a world premiere that went better than anticipated
* the Shoppening
* from Saturday night, the...um...er, perhaps I shouldn't write about that one in a public post...
* ...or that one...
* ...then again, that other one nearly got us thrown out of the PhilCon party, so I suppose it's public enough already (mea maxima culpa)
* the ongoing experiment in terminal sleep deprivation
* general comings and goings, food and encounters and such

Watch this space. But not too intently. Your eyes may freeze that way, and then where will you be?

Comments

[chris-walsh.livejournal.com]

We'll start thinking of porn long before our eyes freeze, so we're good.

[weyrdbird.livejournal.com]

Where will we be? In Russia with the communists, that's where! XD
Yeah right, that's a soviet memory from long ago.
So maybe someplace fun. like Disneyland, mayhaps?