Monday: Here Comes Smofcon!

Smofcon 25 formally starts this Friday, December 7th. I head to Boston Wednesday afternoon: we load the cargo van at the NESFA Clubhouse that night. If all goes as I hope for the 40 hours between now and then, I'll stay with debgeiser and benveniste that night and move into the hotel by mid-afternoon Thursday.

Monday Daytime Progress:
-- 8 billable hours resulting in one client deadline met (one hard and one soft client deadline still to go)
-- Laundry done (only took two loads; nice)
-- Appointment scheduled for Tuesday boiler cleaning (annual maintenance; no current problems)
-- Confirmed that Plow Guy is still Plow Guy; asked for Tuesday sanding (and plowing if it needs it, but probably not)
-- Exchanged email as needed regarding projects with three clients and 17 different aspects of Smofcon with the usual suspects
-- Touched base with a few other friends regarding personal and fannish matters.
-- Small handful of short, productive phone calls
-- Other drips and drabs of progress made

The Sleep Report: 6.25 hours last night

To Do: lots more, but it looks considerably more manageable now that the most demanding piece of client work with a hard deadline is in the client's hands. Knocking wood, and All That Jazz...

As Ever: Onward!

I Have Been Bad. Very Bad.

No shit, there I was...

...typing up a Smofcon update to post to the convention's email list. The number of topics had grown to five, and the page was starting to look awfully grey. So I took out the numbers and added subheads for easier scanning.

Then the subheads looked...boring. "Program"..."Hotel"..."Wiki"....

Hotel succumbed first. It of course became "Hotel Still Standing." I didn't sit through 20 years of Minicon meetings without learning how a hotel report starts.

Program didn't get all that interesting: "Program Participants Revealed." I should have used an exclamation point for a better tabloid effect, but I've been squandering them of late and trying to quell the population explosion that sort of behavior leads to.

Wiki. Hmmm. "Wikify Me" was a possibility, then "Got Wiki?" But that seemed a tad dated. Oh, dear. "I Can Has Wiki?" soon lead to its natural conclusion.

Gentle readers, please forgive me.

Lolsmofs

See? I knew I'd need to ask forgiveness. Given that, there wasn't any benefit to seeking permission, too. So I went ahead and posted it.

Hey, if they run me out of MCFI, or out of Smofdom, at least I'll already be at the airport. One passport and one credit card later, and I can be all sorts of places.

I do hope somebody plays with it.