Yesterday’s script
… is today’s editing and tomorrow’s release. In theory. God I’ve got a lot to do…
FYI: the difference between ‘normal’ and ‘grumpy’
If you should ever meet me, and need to make a split-second decision on whether you need to bother me with that question right now:
Coffee Pictures, Part 5
@ Moksha
Man, that top lip is getting hairy. And look at that spam-head-glare!
MiniCon Day Three: Sunday
Day Three. Three. Three days. I’m telling you, writing this is almost the same as doing it all over again. Well, not quite.
The big difference between the Ultimate Heroic Weekend (MiniCon, same thing) and any other show we do was simply time. At most shows, we spend an entire day on the show floor, but then with a usually audible sigh of relief (or more likely, cheer of elation) we pack up and go out – or go home.
(The one exception is The Show To End All Shows; the Games Convention in Germany. It’s five days long. Proud monuments stand in the aisles of der Leipziger Messegelände, honoring the booth workers who have fallen there.)
At Omega Sektor though, while we did leave the venue, we never really left the show. So by Day Three… it was starting to wear us down a bit.
Three Orange Whips, I guess
No early morning realisations of doom for me on Sunday, but instead just straight down to breakfast when I really would have preferred a lie-in. Generally at shows I try and ‘rally the troops’ a bit at breakfast, get them ready for the day, or just talk… Continue reading
MiniCon Day Two: Saturday
I warn you: this post is long. Like, epic long, Task Force long… long. So grab a drink, maybe some popcorn, sit back, relax… and hear the tale of the 2008 Omega Sektor MiniCon, Day Two: Saturday.
Wake up, Rockjaw
Saturday started bleary-eyed in bed, where I woke up at about 6AM with half a hangover and not enough sleep. Both were my own fault, so I couldn’t complain.
I remember lying there in bed savouring the quiet time before I knew I had to get up, when out of the blue, some part of my semi-awake consciousness asked me a question:
“Hey Stephen; can you remember the PIN number for the credit card machine?”
Instantaneous reply: no.
“But if you don’t know the PIN, how are people going to pay for stock, merchandise and/or make charity donations with their credit (and debit) cards, hmmm?”
My eyes snapped open. A cold sweat broke out. Great start to the day.
I hopped out of bed and sent a text to Chris, who replied immediately – a mistake, because now I knew he was up. After a quick phone call, we agreed that neither of us knew the PIN for certain.… Continue reading
Some days my job is awesome
Quite a few days, actually… but then some days I get things like this in my inbox:
Even being a small part of making that happen… well dang, I feel pretty damn good.
(It’s another image for our sketchbook, by the way, by the amazingly, stupidly talented Andie Tong. Ta Andie!)