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It's that time of year.
I'm prepping to attend Swancon, Perth's annual science fiction convention, and my one real social event of the year. This is it
swancon50.sf.org.au/
if anyone wants to check it out. I've been attending for a very long time, hmm, I got my 42 badge at the con before last, I think. These are 'how many Swancons you've attended.' The first one was for 20, which I think was just a nice round number. The second was for 33, the hobbit age of maturity and the last was 42, the answer to life, the universe and everything.
This is my tribe. I discovered it when I was 17. I managed to get up the nerve to attend Swancon 6, not knowing any of the community or much about it. Someone had put a story/ad in the newspaper. I came home that night and told my mum I was just here to get some stuff, and some people I had never met before today were dropping by soon to pick me up and take me back to the con for the rest of the long weekend, I'd see her on Monday. I had never done anything like that in my life. :-)
I'm still kind of introverted and as I get older, it feels more difficult to get out and do things. I think it's okay not to, by the way, I don't agree with the pushy types who think you should force yourself. So getting ready for the con has felt quite intensive. I've also been preparing to leave my rats to be rat-sat by my friend and landlord Marian, who lives two floors up from me. I've rat-sat her rats when she had them, and I know she'll look after them, but it's very hard!
I'm not sure if it's particularly a rat owner thing, but when this happens, we like to get daily updates on how our precious little fuzzies are doing and if anybody sneezed. So that'll happen through the con for my peace of mind. What about my mum? She'll be fiiiine. I'm sure somebody will tell me if I'm needed! [Seriously, I'm doing my usual parental wrangling before I go and M can use a phone, just doesn't like having to bother].
On the same weekend as the con, we're set to receive what's been described as the most severe storm to hit Perth in five years, because of course we are!
swancon50.sf.org.au/
if anyone wants to check it out. I've been attending for a very long time, hmm, I got my 42 badge at the con before last, I think. These are 'how many Swancons you've attended.' The first one was for 20, which I think was just a nice round number. The second was for 33, the hobbit age of maturity and the last was 42, the answer to life, the universe and everything.
This is my tribe. I discovered it when I was 17. I managed to get up the nerve to attend Swancon 6, not knowing any of the community or much about it. Someone had put a story/ad in the newspaper. I came home that night and told my mum I was just here to get some stuff, and some people I had never met before today were dropping by soon to pick me up and take me back to the con for the rest of the long weekend, I'd see her on Monday. I had never done anything like that in my life. :-)
I'm still kind of introverted and as I get older, it feels more difficult to get out and do things. I think it's okay not to, by the way, I don't agree with the pushy types who think you should force yourself. So getting ready for the con has felt quite intensive. I've also been preparing to leave my rats to be rat-sat by my friend and landlord Marian, who lives two floors up from me. I've rat-sat her rats when she had them, and I know she'll look after them, but it's very hard!
I'm not sure if it's particularly a rat owner thing, but when this happens, we like to get daily updates on how our precious little fuzzies are doing and if anybody sneezed. So that'll happen through the con for my peace of mind. What about my mum? She'll be fiiiine. I'm sure somebody will tell me if I'm needed! [Seriously, I'm doing my usual parental wrangling before I go and M can use a phone, just doesn't like having to bother].
On the same weekend as the con, we're set to receive what's been described as the most severe storm to hit Perth in five years, because of course we are!
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