Babbling Point

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This is space. It's sometimes called the final frontier.(Except that of course you can't have a final frontier, because there'd be nothing for it to be a frontier to, but as frontiers go, it's pretty penultimate...)— Terry Pratchett

Well, that was a crazy day.

Yesterday, was the NEW WORLDS: SCI-FI / FANTASY CONVENTION. Was running around like a headless chicken from the office to the venue. I had hoped to go on leave yesterday so I could man the booth, but NOOOOO! Three things just had to be happen yesterday and deadlines couldn’t be moved.

So, I came in the morning to do the flyer and the print ads. Then went to the SCI-FI CON to set-up. By the time I got there, Gerry already had his WASTED banner up and his book were on the table. Some people were already in their Starfleet uniform. At the X-Files booth, saw a very pretty Scully. (Wonder if her Mulder was lurking around the area.)

Noel and wife arrived. And soon after, Dave, Arvie, and Karen. With enough people at the booth, I rushed back to the office to brainstorm with BJ on PROJECT: CELINE DION…I’m not kidding. And yes, it’s as bad as it sounds.
So, was stuck in the office til 9pm working on that project. Went back and got to talk with Carl, Carlo, and Dave at McDo. Ryan was also there with his gang.

Around 11pm, after Karen got eliminated from the LOTR trivia game, we packed up and went home… well, they went home and I had to go back to the office to finish work on CELINE DION. (That just doesn’t sound good, does it?)

Hope to see STAR TREK: NEMESIS tomorrow or this weekend.

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