My friend Peggy Rae died.
I just got the news last night. I got home from the mountains super late, and I couldn’t really process it until today.
The first con I ever went to (Capclave) is one of the cons Peggy was always heavily involved in. Capclave set the bar high (it still does), and I have compared every con I have attended to that standard. Every con I went to that had Peggy Rae working behind the scenes met that bar, or set it higher.
Over the past few weeks, I have been largely absent from the world because I have achieved a new level of busy. Some of it was my doing. Some of it was life pummeling me with lemons faster than I can make lemonade.
I’m not even that big of a lemonade fan.
I went to Capclave last weekend and one of the items for sale in the Silent Auction was an inflatable unicorn horn for cats. This item is one that could only come from the dastardly minds of Archie McPhee, the same folks who brought you cocktail squids, yodeling bacon, and the avenging unicorn playset.
So after giving two bucks to charity, I became the proud owner of the latest and greatest cat torture device. As you can see by the pictures below, it was well worth the money. Or at least I thought is was. Disco and Zura had different opinions.
Two days until Capclave!
Capclave will always have a special place in my heart because it was my first con. It opened my eyes to the con world and showed me that yes, people exist who are just as obsessed with fantasy and scifi as you–and they’re organized.
