Delusions of Grandeur

Well, I'm back. (This is the last time I'm going to use that joke, I promise!) I've been almost completely out of touch for the past week or so, so catching up has been kind of a huge job. I feel kinda bad about this, since the hostel we stayed at had wi-fi, as did the con center itself, but I think Matt Smith summed it up best when he said, "Comic-Con is like going a hundred miles an hour, twenty-four hours a day." There were times when, academically, I knew I should probably take a bite out of the million and one things I had to catch up on, this recap not least among them, but I just couldn't muster the energy.

( A week of utter insanity (and I mean that in the best way possible)... )

( ...and what I've been doing since then (spoiler: cats and books)... )

So that's my third Comic-Con, and the last of a truly exhausting series of trips. After several days of basically hiding in my room and napping a lot, I almost feel ready to face humanity again.

 Aurgh. When every semester ends, I spent a week or two just luxuriating in the feeling of not having ten zillion things to do, and twice that number of people breathing down my neck. But after that period, having this much free time on my hands just gets boring. I've whiled away the hours confirming with the flowers and consulting with the rain, and now I'm just bored. And so, I write.

( D&D... )

( Real life (gasp!)... )

( Angel... )

( Books by, for, and about geeks (and an awesome Tolkien quote)... )

( Lynn Flewelling (not Nightrunner, for once)... )

OK, I'm slightly less bored now. ^.^