I Am Not Going On Vacation...
May. 22nd, 2012 04:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
And I couldn't be happier!
Yes - that is true.
You see, amongst other things in my life, I collect a very specific type of porcelain (I've talked about it before), and for well over a decade, I was very active in the collectors' group. I've gone to most of the conventions (last year was the first one I missed in a decade). Held most officer positions, ran several conventions and for the last four years, I've been responsible for writing and publishing the quarterly journal.
This year's convention was scheduled for Memorial Day weekend in Orlando, Florida - probably one of the most expensive travel weekends of the year. I booked my flight, the hotel, the car and even a reservation for parking. And I've been miserable about going.
The quarterly journal is very late - like by 2 months. I have nothing to say about the stuff anymore. And most of my own stuff is packed away - has been since I put the house on the market. I am uninterested in buying anymore pieces - at least right now - and there is a definite level of unpleasant tension between me and a lot of people. It's always been there - and I've ignored it for the most part, but of late, it's gotten worse.
So, I am talking with
coffeethyme4me, and she's like "dude - you're making yourself miserable. Just Don't Go."
And I'm like ... yeah. Don't go. It's not like work isn't TOTALLY INSANE, right? Perfect excuse.
So, I decided to cancel. Yeah, I'm losing my registration fee - I'll consider it a donation to the club. And it cost me $100 with JetBlue to cancel my reservation, but other than that, totally worth it.
From an economic point of view, going on this trip would cost about ten times what it cost to cancel.
The emotional cost would have been incalculable.
So here's to me! I'm not going on vacation.
---
And other stuff:
1 - Has anyone seen the new commercial for this huge Samsung refridgerator? It uses Peter Gabriel's song "Big Time." I guess the ad execs who put this one together didn't realize that the lyrics were meant to be an ironic take on consumerism and the need to show off all our unnecessary large and unnecessarily pointless stuff. Peter Gabriel must be laughing all the way to the bank.
2 - MMOM is eating my brain. I'm having fun writing for the challenge (and I'm still two days behind), but all I seem to be able to write is wank!fic. I have some serious H/C that needs to be written. I have a big bang. An exchange fic, too. And several other stalled projects. I am getting a little tired of choking the chicken, you know.
3 - Would you read a story knowing that it's not going to have a happy ending?
4 - I need to start house hunting. I am terrified, you know. Simply terrified. Don't know why. But I am.
5 - Have resolved a weird RL social situation. Just decided to tell my bff what "new friend" said about her, and we both decided that "new friend" was just too toxic for either of us. Problem resolved. Until "new friend" wants to know why I don't want to see/talk to her any more.
Sigh - 47 years old and now I get to play those stupid high school games NOW?
6 - There were other things I wanted to talk about here. But I can't remember. Signs of my creeping decrepitude, maybe?
And now that you've made it to the end, how about a bonus Bomer?

Yes - that is true.
You see, amongst other things in my life, I collect a very specific type of porcelain (I've talked about it before), and for well over a decade, I was very active in the collectors' group. I've gone to most of the conventions (last year was the first one I missed in a decade). Held most officer positions, ran several conventions and for the last four years, I've been responsible for writing and publishing the quarterly journal.
This year's convention was scheduled for Memorial Day weekend in Orlando, Florida - probably one of the most expensive travel weekends of the year. I booked my flight, the hotel, the car and even a reservation for parking. And I've been miserable about going.
The quarterly journal is very late - like by 2 months. I have nothing to say about the stuff anymore. And most of my own stuff is packed away - has been since I put the house on the market. I am uninterested in buying anymore pieces - at least right now - and there is a definite level of unpleasant tension between me and a lot of people. It's always been there - and I've ignored it for the most part, but of late, it's gotten worse.
So, I am talking with
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
And I'm like ... yeah. Don't go. It's not like work isn't TOTALLY INSANE, right? Perfect excuse.
So, I decided to cancel. Yeah, I'm losing my registration fee - I'll consider it a donation to the club. And it cost me $100 with JetBlue to cancel my reservation, but other than that, totally worth it.
From an economic point of view, going on this trip would cost about ten times what it cost to cancel.
The emotional cost would have been incalculable.
So here's to me! I'm not going on vacation.
---
And other stuff:
1 - Has anyone seen the new commercial for this huge Samsung refridgerator? It uses Peter Gabriel's song "Big Time." I guess the ad execs who put this one together didn't realize that the lyrics were meant to be an ironic take on consumerism and the need to show off all our unnecessary large and unnecessarily pointless stuff. Peter Gabriel must be laughing all the way to the bank.
2 - MMOM is eating my brain. I'm having fun writing for the challenge (and I'm still two days behind), but all I seem to be able to write is wank!fic. I have some serious H/C that needs to be written. I have a big bang. An exchange fic, too. And several other stalled projects. I am getting a little tired of choking the chicken, you know.
3 - Would you read a story knowing that it's not going to have a happy ending?
4 - I need to start house hunting. I am terrified, you know. Simply terrified. Don't know why. But I am.
5 - Have resolved a weird RL social situation. Just decided to tell my bff what "new friend" said about her, and we both decided that "new friend" was just too toxic for either of us. Problem resolved. Until "new friend" wants to know why I don't want to see/talk to her any more.
Sigh - 47 years old and now I get to play those stupid high school games NOW?
6 - There were other things I wanted to talk about here. But I can't remember. Signs of my creeping decrepitude, maybe?
And now that you've made it to the end, how about a bonus Bomer?
