I think if you look directly into the soft underbelly of a cat, you will immediately forget the last three minutes of your life - especially if it had to do with finding and scolding the animal for ruining your life in some way that only cats are capable of.
OH RIGHT CONVENTION.
SO. That's this weekend coming up, in Dallas, holy cow, I'm freaking out a little bit. So many things this year have just kind of suddenly happened. Now it's down to making sure the last of it doesn't mess up... but you know what, if it does, I'll still be there with a pad of paper at the very least. *wildly determined. and nervous.*
It'd be nice if packages could arrive through email!
Anyhow, come and see me on the second floor of the Artist's Alley if you happen to be by! I won't be in costume this time, sadly, no obvious marker there. But if you walk around yelling "SHIRO", I will yell "WHAT" and that's about how that'll go.
This is the way of the future. I'ma go finish on the new stock like a madwoman.