Back from Notacon

Notacon is over, and I had a blast. Got home at around 8:30 PM on Sunday night, and I remember sitting on the couch with my iBook. Sometime around midnight, I must have set it down because the next thing I remember it was 7:22 AM and I had woken up tired and on the couch like I usually do.

I went to bed and was woken again at around 8:40 by two combined messages: my colon was saying "Hey. Time to get up." And the jackass DJ on the radio was belting out an off-key parody of "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" called "It's the One Hundred and First Day of the Year". I hit snooze, try to convince my body that it's not ready to get up yet for a few minutes, and then grudgingly head off to the bathroom.

Erica is leaving for work, and I know — I mean I know — that the snooze alarm is going to go off again. Soon. Real soon. I'm in the bathroom. Erica is leaving. Not one full second after she walks out of the front door, I hear it.

It's the one hundred and first day of the year....

I listen to it helplessly for a few more minutes and then finally get around to turning it off with an angry poke at the necessary buttons.

I kind of want another day off after Notacon to decompress before I go back to work. I may still get it: everyone here at the science center is very mellow today. The chaos was last week, so I can actually feel the tranquility flowing through the atmosphere. Over the weekend, someone stole my garbage can.

A more complete Notacon write-up may or may not ensue, depending on time constraints and whether or not I feel it would satisfy me. Executive summary: it wasn't all good, it wasn't all bad, and next year the Midnight Mixer party is not going to be outsourced.