you don't know it, journalers, but you're sad

[aruan]

We're all sad, really, about something today. The weekend is over, the days are getting shorter again, New York doesn't have anything resembling Chicago's deep-dish pizza, and we have to leave the warm bosom of VividCon and return to our real lives soon. Con-goers are pawning off their half-full bottles of airplane-illegal booze, throwing room parties to clear out leftover food and doing last-minute pimping.

It's been an incredible weekend. I came to the con to learn visual storytelling because my only real experience with that was two undergraduate film analysis classes. I'm leaving VividCon better educated thanks to late-night classics viewing sessions with geekturnedvamp; a more confident technical vidder because of sweetestdrain and heresluck's panels; a more emotionally intelligent vidder thanks to absolutedestiny; and a happier one for every single vidder I approached this weekend who listened with patience, hugs and good humor while I rambled, largely drunkenly, about their work.

One thing though: There wasn't a single Sherlock-only vid in the con this year. Maybe next year, I will fix that.