Doing some last minute ModProm stuff (well, not really last minute since it's tomorrow, but tomorrow is a full day)… Wrapping up various door prizes (thank you thank you thank you to the companies and individuals that donated them — they're really wonderful and I know people will be thrilled to get them), and then off shortly to pick up my outfit.
Heading out now to grab DJ gear…
See some of you today, some of you tomorrow, and lots of you on Sunday!
At ModProm, the lamb balls really are… lamb balls.
Remember, bmefest.com is where you should go for last minute details if you're feeling lost.
Ok, I'm not really an Argos fan. I am however a 55HOLE. Unfortunately — and yet again — the ministry has turned down my request for custom license plates…
Because the truck is out of commission, I pulled the Porsche out of storage. On one hand, it's good, because it means that I'm not limited to foot travel (Nefarious's bike is too little for me), but it also means that I have to do that terrible moving of the car four times a day because I don't have a parking permit.
I don't think I can take a lot more days along these lines… I can't even think straight from the pain. It's embarrassing because none of it's visible so I feel like I'm faking it or just making excuses even though I know I'm not. It really makes you feel like a loser when you can't interact properly with the world because of something invisible. I'm trying to do fun stuff like little animations and exploding ginger beer but it takes a lot of concentration to stay on track. Or lets say to keep from getting drunk and taking a nap on the tracks. Or something like that. Just two weeks until surgery (probably).
Anyway, everyone be sure to thank Phil when you see him running around this week because he's almost single-handedly organized all of the major events of the week. They would not have happened without tons of hard work on his part.
Other than that, sorry about the confusion with ModBlog today; we were experimenting with a new layout prematurely. Oh, and my truck is out of commission. I'm 95% sure that the mechanic that had it maliciously damaged it. I hate having to debate whether someone is malicious or incompetent — and I'm not sure which is worse. The work is “guaranteed” but really, I don't want to bring it back to a dude that either fucked it up on purpose, or fucked it up because he's a drunk idiot.
Grrr!