Comic-Con!
So, the panel schedule is out. Every year, I make a promise to myself that this year, *this* year will be the one where I do all the panels I want to. I never actually hold myself to this promise. I'll make a schedule for myself, print it out, and have it tucked in my bag, all ready to peruse when I get there.
I think it all boils down to my being a fundamentally lazy human being.
I'm still so mad about the Battlestar Galactica and Narnia panels being scheduled at the same time. Jerks. They should have been more thoughtful to my personal convenience. ;)
Now, I need to see the movie and anime schedules, so I can fit those in on my list to not use. Then I will feel fully prepared for my vacation...barring the airline losing my luggage again. Note to self, prepare for strange questions when they ask why I have underwear in my carry-on, next to the laptop.
Expect me to be fully zombie-like on Wednesday, as, per usual, I will be cruising in on a red-eye, crammed between a small hyperactive child and a insomniac businessman, if past experience is any indication. May no one steal my luggage as I pass out in the hotel lobby and wait for the arrival of people who's names are actually on the room.
By the way, playing the military card to try and get into a wait-list room sooo doesn't get you anything, except maybe mad giggling on the other end of the line. Radisson, I come anon. Hiking shoes, packed. Fake boobs...packed. Energy bars for those well-intentioned days when we swear we're going to get real food (ha) in that fifteen minutes between panels...packed. Stamina...packed. Three thousand bottles of pills I have to take per day, packed. Little black dress, packed. Chances of using little black dress, small.
Realization that I have once again completely overdone it with the packing...priceless. Chances of my actually removing anything off the list, slim.
I think it all boils down to my being a fundamentally lazy human being.
I'm still so mad about the Battlestar Galactica and Narnia panels being scheduled at the same time. Jerks. They should have been more thoughtful to my personal convenience. ;)
Now, I need to see the movie and anime schedules, so I can fit those in on my list to not use. Then I will feel fully prepared for my vacation...barring the airline losing my luggage again. Note to self, prepare for strange questions when they ask why I have underwear in my carry-on, next to the laptop.
Expect me to be fully zombie-like on Wednesday, as, per usual, I will be cruising in on a red-eye, crammed between a small hyperactive child and a insomniac businessman, if past experience is any indication. May no one steal my luggage as I pass out in the hotel lobby and wait for the arrival of people who's names are actually on the room.
By the way, playing the military card to try and get into a wait-list room sooo doesn't get you anything, except maybe mad giggling on the other end of the line. Radisson, I come anon. Hiking shoes, packed. Fake boobs...packed. Energy bars for those well-intentioned days when we swear we're going to get real food (ha) in that fifteen minutes between panels...packed. Stamina...packed. Three thousand bottles of pills I have to take per day, packed. Little black dress, packed. Chances of using little black dress, small.
Realization that I have once again completely overdone it with the packing...priceless. Chances of my actually removing anything off the list, slim.
anxious