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you don't know it, journalers, but you're sad
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.
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
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One thing though: There wasn't a single Sherlock-only vid in the con this year. Maybe next year, I will fix that.