Weekend Report

Well, after all the sound and fury, I had a really good time at OVFF. I think all that letting off a little steam beforehand helped, so thank you, dear readers, for your patience! But it seems that everybody had a better time than they'd expected. Maybe I'm not the only one who's been a bit stressed by recent conventions. Almost everybody seemed in the mood to hang out and chat about anything but politics, to which I say YAY!

As expected, my song didn't win for "Best Space Opera Song". How to describe the equivalent? Hmm. How's about being up against Carmen, Norma, Madame Butterfly, and Tosca? Not exactly a big surprise not to win, is what I'm saying. Heck, I didn't vote for me.

(I really couldn't, since it's not really a "space opera song". Okay, so it takes place in space and sounds sorta kinda like a lied, but that's not the same thing.... Also, given the competition....)

All the same, I enjoyed the chance to be broadcast on "filk radio" and to go to the banquet. I am deeply grateful for the support of all the voters, and very humbled, too.

The final jam was, as always, nifty. I was also visited by the sudden realization that all cowboy songs could easily be turned into surfer songs simply by the application of the correct riffs. Others concurred, and the name "Emperor Norton and His Imperial Surf Rangers" was invented. Spiked helmets and baggies.

The only dim spot on the weekend was that Greyhound didn't get me home in time to go to Mass. Sigh. Honestly, I need a car. If I had a car, I could just stay up until dawn and then go to Mass. Also, car seats are a lot wider than bus seats. Of course, first I have to get my license. And learn to drive on the highway without killing anyone.

All nice ideas. Too bad I still have no hand-eye coordination to speak of.