Yarg

It was a weekend.

People planning events need to learn a thing or twelve about something that, in technical support, we call "setting proper expectations". Oh yeah, and not just brushing people off whr

I really don't think that I'll be going next year.

More later, after the browser gets restarted and I feel like typing as much as I'm thinking, because, well, damn.

And they will be getting a copy- I already told them to expect a detailed log of my thoughts because during the conference, they only want feedback in two-second sound bites.

Of course, anytime anyone had anything less-than-favorable to say, the answer was to tell the person making the comment to sign up for the planning committee. I did that last year and they lost the sign-up list.

Stupid browser needs relaunching.

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I was talking to Caryn on Friday night, and she repeatedly told me "Renee, you're not pagan. You're Apollonian. You're a priestess of Apollo."

Apparently though, this actually came originally from Will.

Caryn also said that she hadn't thought of it before, but after reading my journal, it occurred to her that she didn't see me as clergy.