BronyCon: The Final Frontier

I'm not going! Woo!

Not really woo. I'm actually achingly disappointed in myself for not being able to make it this year* for the final journey and inevitably cry with everyone when this song comes on during closing ceremonies, hopefully performed by Nicole Oliver herself while wearing sparkling ivory and gold regalia. It's a combination of BC being later than usual and work starting earlier than usual, on top of my having spent all my savings on a car. Got a great deal and it's a load off for my family having a vehicle that isn't a junker, so it's... like... worth it, I guess? Loyalty and responsibility or something, I dunno.

I wonder sometimes if I don't tell myself "this is the responsible decision" isn't just my way of codifying my fear of change and general cowardice, but that's a different LSD-fueled introspective blog post.

Anyway. All you folks going—especially my WriteOff crew—be safe and know that I love you. I'll be with you in spirit (and maybe Discord video chat depending on how things go.)

*technically I could have sold my bike and quit my job and made it, but those didn't seem like good long-term choices.