Confinement VI and everything after
Mar. 4th, 2025 09:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wombat_sochoAs usual after conventions, I am feeling a bit lonely and depressed tonight. The long drive from Las Vegas home (interrupted by a victorious series against the Hated Yankees, which I did on the phone at Lida Junction) didn't help, of course. It never does.
I caught a couple of panels that Glenn Reynolds was on, and he was every bit as good a guest as I thought he would be. Insisted on taking him out for a drink on Saturday night by way of a gesture of thanks for all he and his readers did to support me during the months I was struggling with homelessness and related problems in 2019-2020, and we had a good chat over wine. I didn't attend any other panels, because I wasn't interested in them, and skipped the Baen Roadshow due to inertia on Saturday afternoon. Also didn't buy anything in the Dealer's room, because I thought I could pick a couple of things up Sunday, but by the time I managed to get downstairs around noon, both the dealer's room and consuite were packed up, Mike and his extended family were off to the range with friends, and the convention was basically over. Mike is going to do a second print run of C6 shirts after the con, so I will have one after all, and we discussed sharpening kits, so I'll have a couple more things to owe him money for.
I did spend a little money at the Walmart: needed to get a USB C/C cable for the rental Corolla, some yogurt, some cream, and I also grabbed a liter of Diet Coke. Saturday night I went to Publix to get a sub for dinner and got more liters of Diet Coke there as well. So now I have the Publix and Circle K apps on the phone.
Monday I slept in a bit, checked out at noon and refueled the Corolla at Circle K (only got a $0.03 discount because the Easy Pay was being a pain in the ass to set up), then stopped at the Publix for another sub. Hung around BNO for an hour after dropping the car off before losing patience and asking if I could go home sooner via Space-A, which it turns out I could. The flight to Phoenix was crowded, but I managed to sleep through most of it, and then just about everyone got off there which meant the flight to Vegas was nearly empty. Got my suitcase, paid for parking, stopped by the McD's on Paradise for a couple of Big Macs, and checked into the Strat, where I barely managed to get the nose hose set up before falling into bed.
Slept in again, checked out at noon, got breakfast and coffee at Dunkin; gas, Danish, and fluids at Maverik, more fluids at Sonic on Decatur, and a couple of subs (one free) at Jimmy John's, and then headed home. Stopped at Indian Springs for more fluids and pooping, Lida Junction for baseball, and Goldfield for pissing. Did catchup blogging when I got everything unpacked (except the suitcase which I'll retrieve from the trunk tomorrow) and now I'm going to bed.
Oh yeah: got an email over the weekend from Anime Fusion about their commitment to DEI and exit from X in favor of Blue Sky. Despite objections fromtroika I have ordered a T-shirt with the symbol and slogan of 17 SS-Panzergrenadier Division "Goetz von Berlichingen", which almost nobody at AF will recognize, but I think it's an appropriately silly response to silly virtue signaling.
I caught a couple of panels that Glenn Reynolds was on, and he was every bit as good a guest as I thought he would be. Insisted on taking him out for a drink on Saturday night by way of a gesture of thanks for all he and his readers did to support me during the months I was struggling with homelessness and related problems in 2019-2020, and we had a good chat over wine. I didn't attend any other panels, because I wasn't interested in them, and skipped the Baen Roadshow due to inertia on Saturday afternoon. Also didn't buy anything in the Dealer's room, because I thought I could pick a couple of things up Sunday, but by the time I managed to get downstairs around noon, both the dealer's room and consuite were packed up, Mike and his extended family were off to the range with friends, and the convention was basically over. Mike is going to do a second print run of C6 shirts after the con, so I will have one after all, and we discussed sharpening kits, so I'll have a couple more things to owe him money for.
I did spend a little money at the Walmart: needed to get a USB C/C cable for the rental Corolla, some yogurt, some cream, and I also grabbed a liter of Diet Coke. Saturday night I went to Publix to get a sub for dinner and got more liters of Diet Coke there as well. So now I have the Publix and Circle K apps on the phone.
Monday I slept in a bit, checked out at noon and refueled the Corolla at Circle K (only got a $0.03 discount because the Easy Pay was being a pain in the ass to set up), then stopped at the Publix for another sub. Hung around BNO for an hour after dropping the car off before losing patience and asking if I could go home sooner via Space-A, which it turns out I could. The flight to Phoenix was crowded, but I managed to sleep through most of it, and then just about everyone got off there which meant the flight to Vegas was nearly empty. Got my suitcase, paid for parking, stopped by the McD's on Paradise for a couple of Big Macs, and checked into the Strat, where I barely managed to get the nose hose set up before falling into bed.
Slept in again, checked out at noon, got breakfast and coffee at Dunkin; gas, Danish, and fluids at Maverik, more fluids at Sonic on Decatur, and a couple of subs (one free) at Jimmy John's, and then headed home. Stopped at Indian Springs for more fluids and pooping, Lida Junction for baseball, and Goldfield for pissing. Did catchup blogging when I got everything unpacked (except the suitcase which I'll retrieve from the trunk tomorrow) and now I'm going to bed.
Oh yeah: got an email over the weekend from Anime Fusion about their commitment to DEI and exit from X in favor of Blue Sky. Despite objections from
troika I have ordered a T-shirt with the symbol and slogan of 17 SS-Panzergrenadier Division "Goetz von Berlichingen", which almost nobody at AF will recognize, but I think it's an appropriately silly response to silly virtue signaling. 
