I was going to write a Ravencon after action report for today’s post, but since I have no brain this isn’t going to happen. I can ramble on about whatever without any difficulty, but reporting on a con I attended and thoroughly enjoyed takes thought and focus, and those are flat not happening right now.

To start with, The Saga of The Code of Cthulhu continues and continues to eat my life. The release which was going to happen tomorrow (ha!) has now been pushed back 2 weeks. It’s just as impossible, but has the illusion of feasibility – which means I’m going to be working weekends until the bloody thing goes out the door or I win the lottery or something.

This also means that absolutely nothing else gets done because when I’m not working, I’m sleeping. Ravencon was – despite being busybusybusy – a relaxing break from the way work has been. I also got conclusive proof (my standards of same) that my headaches and backaches are caused by stress: not a single problem with either at any time during the convention, even when I was swaying on my feet because I’d pushed myself too far and was getting the narcoleptic’s version of “this system will shut down in 30 seconds”.

Yeah. They’re back.

Let’s just say I do not have much patience or goodwill for those who seem to think that I wasn’t sincere in congratulating the Hugo finalists last week. Sweetheart, just because you can’t lie straight in bed doesn’t mean that other people aren’t capable of honesty.

As for the charming specimen who wants to chase up the ballots of all puppy-aligned voters and throw them out (presumably without refunding memberships – even though every one of those ballots was cast by someone who paid for the privilege, no mention of this little issue was made that I saw (although I freely admit that I could have missed it even if it was in huge flashing neon letters)), mine bears very little resemblance to anyone’s lists, including the Sad Puppies 4 list.

Why? Because SP4 collated a whole lot of people’s preferences. My preferences don’t look like anyone else’s. There might be some overlap here and there, but I’m weird even by geek standards.

So y’all can stop playing your stupid political games with me. I don’t do that shit. What you see is what you get, and if you don’t like it you can go do something improbable with a rusty chainsaw and the part of your anatomy your head is currently lodged in.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to set this up to post, and then I’m going to get an early night so I can spend all day tomorrow testing the Code of Cthulhu. Again.