This is the first year we haven’t attended DragonCon in any way for a long time. The first one I went to was 1994 and pretty much went every year since 1998. That generally puts the number of times I’ve been in the 20-25 range. Some years were great, some sucked and there was lot of everything in between.
I don’t regret skipping it. Neither one of us had any energy or desire to deal with the crowds and its money we didn’t need to spend. For now, it feels to me more of the past than the future. Maybe this will change, but I’m happy leave that question be until 2019.
I don’t plan to go to DragonCon, but some of my work will be there in the vintage arcade. Our business partner Brian needed some help with redoing a couple of his control panels. I’m pretty happy with the way they turned out.
He plans to replace the green trackball with a standard white one, once he gets them back.
Some Sunday reading for the “fuck your feelings” crowd.
“It no longer matters — if it ever did — if these people think they’re just innocently “trolling.” If they wanted only their precious lulz. They don’t get their motherfucking lulz anymore. They are adults, they are responsible for their words and actions, and no one cares if they only said they wanted to see journalists murdered or curb-stomped, or repeated Nazi propaganda, because they just wanted to “own the libs.” They can fuck right off with that. Don’t say you want to see journalists murdered unless you actually want to see journalists murdered. Don’t say you want to see journalists murdered and then clutch your pearls and go “How dare you say I really meant that! I just wanted my lulz! I’m politically incorrect! That means I get to say what I want and no one gets to hold me responsible for it! Teehee!”
Meanwhile, they continue to be very upset at our “incivility.”
Fuck their lulz. Fuck their trolling. Fuck their “political incorrectness.” Fuck their false equivalencies. People are dead, it’s time for this shit to end.”