The Big Damn Long Con Writeup

or, All Con and No Sleep Makes Stealthmuffin something something...

Whoo. What a weekend. I've had a great time. I've also probably destroyed a good number of my brain cells and lost at least 10 SAN.

At the end of it, I'm left with this weird feeling that I didn't do enough. Given that this can be empirically disproven, I started thinking about why this is. There's a passage in Terry Pratchett's The Wee Free Men that describes this sort of reaction admirably, but if I see another Pratchett quote I think my head may implode, so I'll paraphrase. Because there is so damn much stuff to do, if I choose to do something, I am automatically not doing any of the other incredibly cool things. So of course I've missed out on stuff. I'd have to be more bionic than wavyarms to not miss out on stuff.

This is a very, very long writeup, so I've broken it down a bit. Bear in mind that I'm still a bit woogy at the moment, even with a hot shower, so my impressions are more than a little confused.

( Thursday: Sure, I'll help! )

( Friday: Cool people and a melon )

( Saturday: Autographs, spontaneous harmony, and meltdown )

( Sunday: I got a pointy hat! )

( Monday: Braaaaaains... )