rusty_halo | (no subject)

Saw Common Rotation last night at

psubrat's house. They were excellent, and it was very kind of

psubrat to have everyone over. (Thank you,

psubrat, for having us! And thank you

chenanceou and

jerrymcl89 for bringing me and

soulmate815 along with you.)

It feels very strange (in a good way) to be sitting on someone's living room floor with a bunch of your friends, watching a band play immediately in front of you. Especially when one of those band members played a sociopathic sexbot builder on a show you used to be obsessed with. It's just ... a surreal experience.

Tons of people were there; it was wonderful to see everyone. I miss them all already. I'm very glad to know that, between WriterCon, Vulkon Oakland, DragonCon, and London, I'll be seeing nearly everyone again before the year is over.

(The car ride totally killed me, unfortunately, so I'm sorry if I wasn't great company. I'm especially sorry for ignoring everyone on the car ride back, but I really just had to zone out and pretend I was somewhere else.)

I feel so utterly dead today, but I'm going to try to see Common Ro again tonight anyway. I'm going to guzzle a couple of those energy drinks and then rush from work to catch the LIRR out to this park in Long Island where they're playing free. (Nice thing about the LIRR? Trains usually don't make me motion sick.) I just need an excuse to have road-trip adventure type things, y'know? And Common Ro is as good an excuse as any....

And, off topic, have I mentioned how annoyed I am that my brain insists on Sirius Black as a new obsession? It's really not good. I mean, yes, fascinating character, and wonderful fic, and a large fan community ... but ... I spend the whole time on the verge of tears! And the littlest things are liable to push me over the edge -- like the icon on this post [ETA: the icon on this page, top left, labelled "harry>>death>>unknown"] as I was scanning my friends list. Everyone at work must think I have really bad allergies, as I sit at work with tears periodically streaming down my face throughout the day.

(It's weird, how emotional I get over fictional things. It's not that I can't separate fantasy from reality. It's more like, when I get upset about some sad thing that happened in fiction, I always think about how, given all of human history, similar horrible things have happened to real people. And it's so sad and unfair!!! And so on.)