choices, choices, choices.

this weekend, i could either go to minicon, where most of my friends who are fannish and also, simultaneously, do not have a tractor up their butt about the state of minneapolis fandom will be, or else i could go to a party that i have been invited to where the invitations specify that people must wear clothes and must avoid each other strenuously instead of getting into fights.

oh, the dilemma.

i think i'm going to minicon.

(in re: tractors. you can either decide i'm not talking about you, or you can email me and ask. your call.)