I'm about to hit the sack, but I couldn't let another day slip by without commenting on the big party I attended last weekend. The words will come in another post, so this entry will serve as a photolog of my Green Bay adventure.

And now you have seen the one and only photograph I took the whole damn weekend.

It's my damn (cute) name tag sitting on the damn desk in my damn hotel room. There's not a Weet or a Pie to be seen. Not snow or cheese curds or Bad Bar Boone's Farm.

It's my first Con and I've just proved myself to be the lamest Conner ever, taking a picture of the one damn (cute) thing that I brought home with me. I couldn't bring a Mare home with me, but do I have a picture of her? No, no I do not. Because I suck.

But the other Conners? Are righteous and smart and lovely and own small pocket-sized digital cameras. Check out the fun in pictures here.