Friday, October 06, 2006
Your Monthly September Post
Kara Wild asked me when the hell I was going to get around to updating the blog. And here I am, during one of those lazy fall days when you just don't feel like doing anything, and that includes graduate school, which can be compared to a five-year long intellectual hazing. (Trust me, karma is a bitch.)
So we've done a few things. The 2006 Daria EIF nominees are immortalized in a link on the left hand side of the page, as well as the 2006 winner, a Mr. Martin Pollard of Michigan. Then again, as Mr. Pollard says that real life often gets in his way of timely updates to Outpost Daria, he should have no resentment that the same thing happened in my case and that it is entirely the interference of school that caused the delay in recognition for his achievements in Daria Fandom, which are numerous. Congratulations from the DFB!
As for this year's voting, we got ten people voting, which is a 300 percent increase from last year, when no one really gave a damn. Getting ten fans to do anything in Daria Fandom is hard, but I suspect the 2007 voting (if I decided to hold another award) will be easier after the older fans are retired from the list and newer ones added.
It looks like there is still interest in giving awards for the 2007 Booties. I thank Richard Lobinske for keeping the fan awards alive. Right now, I'm still in the 'glad to have any awards at all stage'; when I have time to seriously turn to the subject I might subject the process to more criticism.
And a Dariacon is scheduled for 2008. In-fucking-credible. Well, I'll be there, although if you think I'm going to stay near the airport, you're out of your mind. (Although I think the venue site is more than appropriate.) I'll be staying in better digs (hopefully), drinking champagne from a fluted glass and looking down my nose at the poor. It will be the C. Montgomery Burns Hotel.
I might also come masked. If you attend the convention, don't be surprised to find your personal items missing. You might wish to coat them with a fine paste of anthrax, to ward off potential burglars such as myself.