I fully expect everyone to do full con reports in their blogs. Not necessarily now, as you're tired, but when you have a chance, I know you will.
I don't read your blogs.
Save typing time. Cut and paste your full report here. Please?

I'm going to say this in the most loving way possible:

GMZoe, you. are. such. an. ASS!

I don't read everyones blog.

therefore, request seconded.

Heh, xanga is down anyway! nyah-nyah!

My adventures and what I plan to blog when xanga is up...








These are my pictures of the Fiddlers Green Ball. To bad my cell phone doesn’t take the best pictures. I didn’t really focus my camera well. Plus I didn’t take as many as I planned and didn’t really get many World Enders in my photos.

I had a great time and was thrilled to finally meet people I have been writing to in the Worlds End forum for the past 3 years.
I missed Friday because my ride was very late but I got there on Saturday morning. After getting my nametag and Souvenir book, I watched the screening of his short John Bolton film. It was well done and quite funny.

I then decided to head down stairs to the lower level. Three women noticed me and said, “ Hi Gayle” I think it was Xine, Jenalou, and was it Anna too? I can’t remember my brain is tired and it was a blur. A man got in the elevator and I just knew he had to be a Worlds Ender and I asked, “Who are you?” He replied in a low voice: “Gmzoe.”

All these years I’ve only seen pictures of his feet. When I got downstairs Gmzoe told me where the end of the line was. I didn’t even know which signing the line was for. I can’t say I was very awake yet. I have hardly slept during my past few weeks of (((HELL))).

It ended up being a Neil Gaiman, and Todd Klein signing so I stood in line a very long time and got their sigs. I gave Neil one of my magic cats eye crystals. It was something I always planned to wrap in wire but never got around to it. He seemed to like it. I had him sign my Uncles Cerebus Sandman spoof that already had Dave Sims sig on it.

I got it for my Uncle as an early Christmas gift. Neil also signed my Fiddlers Green book.
I only spent one part of a day at Fiddlers Green and then spent a part of the afternoon/evening with Fiona (who now lives with her Aunt until school ends).

That night I went to the Ball and these are my only photos that somewhat turned out.
Before the Ball, (at my sisters house) I had almost fallen down my sister’s stairs and pulled my arm out of joint a bit. It is quite sore.

I danced for one song before I had a severe allergic reaction to all the perfume. I ended up choking in the bathroom for a while and then got myself some Kahlua on ice to settle my cough. I then realized I could not handle dancing for the rest of the night. The cigarette smoke in the smokers lounge was easier to handle than the perfume. I had to sit amidst the smokers while waiting an hour and a half for my cab. I still had a great time at the Ball. I felt a bit shy and mostly spoke with those who approached me.

Jill Thompson spoke with me a little. I told her about some art Fiona made for her but I had forgotten it in my sister’s car. She had a beautiful black lace dress on. I’d love to make lace for dresses like that. I just wish I had the time. She liked my costume. All in all I am glad I went. I couldn’t go back on Sunday. I had transportation but my arm was in too much pain and I decided to spend the day with Fiona.

As some of you already know Fiona moved a week ago, last Sunday. I had an intuitive feeling that if I didn’t ship her off to her Aunts she would be taken away from me (because the authorities think I can't control her and she refuses to go to the school here.) So I shipped her off to her Aunt's house, and right in the nick of time. (She is now going to a school that she loves.) She has been happier there.

The fallowing Tuesday, two social workers came to the door and inspected my house. A cop had told them my house was a mess. Seamus wasn't allowed to leave his school during the time they were there.

It was actually cleaned up the day the cops had been here, but Fiona knocked, dumped, and broke everything she could think of during a tantrum over having to share French Fries with her brother. She dumped ketchup on the floor, spilled a bag of popcorn on the floor, she spilled garbage, and stomped Halloween candy into the floor.

Before the Social workers came I stayed up all night cleaning and packing for Fiddlers Green. When they decided my house passed inspection they let Seamus come home and I felt a wave of relief but with the knowledge that I will have to keep the house in order even when I am doing so many crafts. I also felt violated. They would have taken Fiona away then, if I hadn't have sent her to her Aunt’s house.

I need an art studio. I have had one before but it was shared and I wasn’t comfortable with the space. I wish I could afford to rent a little space like that.
I am glad I went but I am exhausted now. The house is very quiet without my daughter here but I do think she and my older sister deserve each other for a while. I think they understand each other well.

I remember a time in my life when I would take the twins rainbow and Bear off their mothers hands for a while when they were my children’s ages and their mom would leave them at our farm a good part of the summer. Now those young men are all grown up and one has children (of his own). I guess sometimes, like their mom, I need a break. Fiona will come back here when school is out.

I know the storm isn't quite over yet but I feel solid and am holding up extremely well. I'm just exhausted,
Good Night

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Here's what I've put into my journal, but it's not very succinct, just the things that made me the happiest:


I had the most amazing time and I am sick, sick, sick. It doesn't matter. I was up drinking $70 scotch. I don't even like scotch, but after the first four or five shudderng sips, it started to grow on me. I was awake all night listening to extremely well-told stories about Klingons and Transformers, and matted stuffed animals. I couldn't go to sleep and I couldn't stop laughing. I didn't want to. I wanted to talk and laugh and listen all night. I wanted so much.

And there were nights before which held no sleep either. Someone had a collection of heartbreaking artwork, and was very fashionable and intelligent and interesting to boot. We stayed up rambling at each other until seven, when I collapsed, exhausted and out of opinions. I woke up confused, with his jacket over me like a blanket. Blankets. Later he laughed when he found out my name.

There was nothing negative to say. You're beautiful, they told me. You look like you're fourteen, they said. How old are you? This artwork is wonderful, they said. They petted my hair and made me tea and let me sleep. And all the excitement burned in me, like a fever, burning my clothes, heating the pillow. It burned me all up inside, burned everything away, and they exclaimed when they put their palms on me. Poor thing, they said. How pale and sick. How small and sweet.

I smiled.

Then it was time to go. The airplane lifted up and away, and things grew smaller and smaller, fainter and fainter. I watched the city recede and I understood how small we are, and how many, and how everything was going to be all right again. Up in the sky I drifted off to sleep, my fever melting the hotel chocolate in my pocket. I drifted off into a dream, foggy and hot and chaotic, which faded quickly as we came closer and closer to landing.

Home again, and lonely, but I know that you will always be there, in my heart and head.

Back to reality.

And so, Fiddler's Green has come to an end. I don't have any pictures to post just yet, as I got back in last night at 11:00. In the last three days I've gotten about 11 hours of sleep total, but I still feel great. I expected this convention to great, but somehow it managed to exceed my already sky high expectations. It was really like a dream come true.

I managed to sell 18 copies of Dragonfly Heart while I was there, and also gave copies to Neil, Caitlin Kiernan and John M. Ford. I travelled to and from the con with Matt Cable, who was a perfectly wonderful travelling companion.

Umm...what else? My head is spinning right now with so many anecdotes that I don't even know what to write. I know! I'll let you in on a little secret. I got a really super cool Christmas present for J while I was there. A couple of years ago her favorite bedtime storie was Jill Thompson's Little Endless Storybook. I read this book to her every single night until it literally fell apart. As a con exclusive, they released a hardcover edition of the book and I managed to snatch up the last copy yesterday afternoon. I got Jill to sign it for Justine, and I told her that it was one of my daughter's favorite books. Before I left I promised J that I would bring her something back from the con, and I'm going to give her a little freebie (the Dark Horse playing cards). The story book will be a complete surprise.

Jen, though I do have an ass, I truly hope I am greater than the sum of my parts, especially because some of my parts are my ass

This might only be funny to me, but it was nice to know that I have my own weirdo since you all can't live in my closet and play "whee, let's run around" with me every day.

David: Don't fall asleep yet!!! (9:41) I have some stuff I have to show you!!!

Xine: Things?

David: NO. Stuff.

Xine: Things.

David: It's definitely stuff.

Xine: It might be things...

David: But. It's. Stuff!

Xine: *pout*



It's definitely a huge bummer to be home after FG. But, meh, at least I have someone just as dorky as you all to play with at home. I'm writing a few personal emails now, but wanted to thank everyone who was there for enduring me and mostly laughing with me, instead of at me. I'm psyched I don't really have to write any apology letters, lol. I think...

I'm not going to write a second by second account of occurances because I think I only got about 10 hours of sleep the whole time, so that's a lot of awake. But I'm feeling this now. Emphasis is mine:

Half A World Away-REM partial lyrics
This could be the saddest dusk
I’ve ever seen
Turn to a miracle
High alive
My mind is racing
As it always will
My hand is tired my heart aches
And I'm half a world away here
My head sworn
To go it alone
And hold it along
Haul it along
And hold it
Go it alone
Hold it along and hold, hold.

The thing I have been told about my blog by people who know me is that it sounds just like talking to me. And I always think, of course it does, because I just type every word that comes into my head.

And so my FG blog entry sounds exactly like it was written by a tired raging fangirl stoned on cold medicine, which it was.

And it's ridiculously long so I'm just going to link to the entry itself.

Here it is.

I think i've just written the longest blog entry i'll ever write. You can read it here. There's too much to repost here. I could go through and create a selection of things, but that would take forever. It's incredibly detailed and probably very boring, so be warned.

(You always think what you write is boring, Circus, when it's not and next time I see you I will bop you in the head if you say it one more time. Yes, that was a mild threat.)

quote:

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Originally posted by Circus:
I think i've just written the longest blog entry i'll ever write. You can read it http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=CircusMask&nextdate=11%2f16%2f2004+23%3a59%3a59.999. There's too much to repost here. I could go through and create a selection of things, but that would take forever. It's incredibly detailed and probably very boring, so be warned.

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Hah! I have a personal account that's even longer. I still have to write up Sunday. I think I'll post what I have before I leave today.

*cowers from Xine*

Jeff, i'm really looking forward to it. You really had a unique perpsective, stuck in the dealer room all day...

[whisper]psssst. circus, i was at chevy's too[/whisper]

Here's my take on the weekend. There are also a few shorter posts below.

Matt's FG experience

quote:

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Originally posted by GMZoe:
I fully expect everyone to do full con reports in their blogs. Not necessarily now, as you're tired, but when you have a chance, I know you will.
I don't read your blogs.
Save typing time. Cut and paste your full report here. Please?

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*requests GMZoe to reread his own post and consider*

You can find my incredibly long and detailed account here.

*phew*

didn't mean to make you feel bad Jeff. But, hey, had to be honest. The table gives you power. File it away for future info.

quote:

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Originally posted by GMZoe:
didn't mean to make you feel bad Jeff. But, hey, had to be honest. The table gives you power. File it away for future info.

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Really, it's ok! It was a learning experience for me. I'll be selling at another con in January, and I know that I have *THE POWER*.