Well, Katsucon's over and the parts that I was connected with seemed to go well. For the most part, attendees seemed to have a good time, but we're not going back to that hotel again. Good costumes, good food (huzzah for the Purple Orchid)... yeah, and I got sleep. That in itself was a groovy thing.

Other bits of good news:
* The Elizabeth Playhouse had lots of packed houses for their last production, The Enemy of the People. As Mom told me, "It only took eight years for us to become and overnight sensation." :)
* Madwriter sold another poem, so he must go celebrate with chicken! :)

So, my new filk; the tune is Turn the Page by Bob Seeger:

On a long and lonesome train track, north of Baltimore,
You can hear the train wheels clacking, drumming out its lonesome song.
You can think about the printouts, or the forms you made the night before.
But your thoughts will soon be wandering, the way they always do,
When you've sewn for 16 hours and and you know that you're not through
And you really feel like sleeping, but there's still so much to do...

Say, here I am, on the road again. There I am, behind the stage.
Here I go, working the cons again. There I go, turn the page.

Well you walk into the Con Ops joint, strung out from the road,
And you find your badge is missing and the program books won't fold;
You pretend it doesn't bother you, but you just want to explode.
Sometimes you can hear fans talk about the weekend plan:
All the same old problems and the dealers room gets slammed.
You always feel out-numbered; you just do what you can.

Say, here I am, at the con again. There I am, feeling my age.
Here I go, showing some films again. There I go, turn the page.

After all the panels, you're dealing with Cosplay --
Every inch of cable, you try to hide away.
As the costumers get antsy, it's just all another day.
Early in the morning, when you crawl into your bed,
With the echos from the raver kiddies pounding in your head,
you eat the day's last Pocky stick, remembering what she said.

Say, here I am, on the staff again. There I am, break down the stage.
Here I go, running around again. There I go, turn the page.

Say, here I am, at the con again. There I am, feeling my age.
Here I go, showing the films again. There I go, turn the page.

Say, here I am, on the road again. There I am, behind the stage.
Here I go, working the cons again. There I go...
There I go... turn the page.