Not sure how far you went back, but I registered last September.
Natter 74: Ready or Not
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Hope you find it Dana! I'm meeting a friend in Denver in a couple weeks, and had to be like "oh yeah, I should book stuff--I'm so used to work travel, where booking two weeks out is about as far out as it goes!!
Sara, I remember you talking about the halon--totally a war story!
Dana, is your lanyard in a pocket of your carry-on? That's where mine always end up hiding, even when I swear I've taken them out and put them in the Lanyard Box.
Checked the suitcase, the travel purse, and the backpack even though I don't think I took the backpack last year.
jacket pockets?
There's no jackets at DragonCon!
Seriously. It's Atlanta in September.
I am calmer now and mostly packed. I'll buy a registration, and I'll pay a penalty for being stupid. I will survive without my fancy lanyard. I don't have to go to work for the next three days, and it's totally worth it.
I am more tired right now than I have been in a very long time, like need to eat an ice cream bar at 5:15 so I could drive home on a sugar high tired, and the first 30 posts I read here were about going to bed early.
7:30 might be it for me.
Sleep well, Lee.
Google's new logo looks childish. It makes me think of first graders.
Dag, somebody got like a quarter mil just to tip that "e" up so it looks like it's smiling.
I am home and was able to smoosh Ply in relief (being gone three days longer had me really anxious about my cats) and am sending out smoke signals for Nunya (literally). Now that Ply has received her due scritchies and been assured that I am back, she has commenced my punishment by wandering off into the night.
Worst birthday ever, but hey, at least my car isn't a death trap anymore. The mechanics description of cars being catapulted if the driveshaft fell down into the pavement instead of up into the car itself was a frightening "almost" --not that the latter was comforting either.
Oh sweet blessed messy apartment, how I missed your solitude and cat-havingness.