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...oh my sweet something-or-other-deity-type.

I hate moving. I don't think hate is strong enough. Is there something stronger than hate? Loathing? No, still not strong enough.

Whatever it is, I that moving.

Much love to desertwillow and especially her husband for helping us out for a few hours last night.

No love to my aching muscles and joints for deciding to puss out on me.

Even less love to my glasses, which have been missing since Friday night.

So. I registered as press for Comic-Con this year, because it's actually important this year to do so (not that I wouldn't've anyway, but that's neither here nor there). There's some sort of serious delay getting press confirmations out, so I email them and they confirm that Classic-Horror has three registered as press, which is good, because we do, in fact, have three.

Then the exhibitors and panel people start emailing. Except they don't email me. They email midnightfae and airawyn. For a while, I think that they've just singled out the freelancer (airawyn) and the alphabetically superior editor (midnightfae). Except I'm still nervous, so I email them and ask about me specifically. They assure me that I am registered.

They email out the confirmations. Unlike normal registration, you *cannot* get into Con as press without your barcoded confirmation. Guess what? Everybody gets one but me. I even checked the email logs. Nothing arrived for me, not even to the wrong email address.

So I'm thinking that somehow they have the wrong email address for me. I've shot them an email about this, but there's a handy note on the confirmations that says that so close to the Con, they can no longer make alterations to our info or make any corrections. P.S. quantum_gazebo, we thought we'd take the time to delay the press confirmations to the very last minute to screw you over specifically. Take it, monkey boy.

*headdesk* I'll see what the press folks have to say in response to my email, but I'm a little panicked right now.

On Sunday, someone with a great deal of consideration for their fellow man smashed the passenger side window of midnightfae's car in an attempt to get the stereo. Her stereo, being an ornery piece of antiquated equipment, did not budge more than an inch or two. Despite the cost of replacing the window, this failure of basic mission parameters amused both midnightfae and I.

Until today.

Today we realized that the thief did manage to swipe not only midnightfae's CDs, but also my own (I had put my CD binder in her car for additional music choices).

It's just stuff, but it's a bit disconcerting. I have most of my music backed up just in case, but my David Sedaris CD and all of my Monty Python albums were not ripped for posterity. Plus, one of my Stuart Davis albums was signed and I'll never see him perform live again since he never travels this way.

I feel worse for midnightfae, however, as she didn't have any backups made, and she had a nearly complete set of Tori Amos CDs.

We'll be fine. I'm going to reburn my CDs and make my girl some wicked awesome mixes to try to cope for the loss of tunes. I'll have to rebuy the Python and Sedaris, but hey... they're worth the dough.