A couple weeks ago, there was a short discussion on one of the mailing lists I’m supposed to be contributing to about the upcoming game convention in October.
My clearly-worded and polite statement on the subject was ‘don’t fucking do it’. I personally knew that I had not one free weekend between then and now to help organize all the things that needed organizing, and frankly I’m getting burned out on doing all this prepatory stuff (which is sad, since a bunch of people do far more than I do).
Everyone else politely ignored me and continued on with the prep. While grousing about it, I sent a list of planned events to my sainted wife, who said simply “Cool. We should host the prep games.”
“But our weekends are full.”
“Do it during the week.”
“That would be three weeks of this.”
“You have something better going on?”
Well, no, I hadn’t, but I would have if nothing else had been going on. I’m sure of it.
It’s been fun, it’s been a change of pace. It’s also been disruptive and troublesome and tremendously hard on printer cartridges and it’s cost me part of Buffy, most of Gilmore Girls, and all of Smallville, and I don’t think I’ll be doing this again anytime in the near future (which would thrill a couple people who apparently hate coming to my house — almost enough of a reason to keep doing it).
Anyway, that’s my sideways means of explaining why I haven’t been posting in the mid-week evenings for the last couple weeks. Next week is the last thing, then I’m done with it.
Until the weekend the damn thing actually happens. Bleargh.
