Meanwhile, the dealer room applications for AnthroCon opened yesterday. In years past, the frighteningly efficient mammallamadevil would have been all over it like piranha on one of Dr. No's henchmen, but she is pursuing other things at the moment and so I'm flying solo.
It's important to note here, that I am a crap businessman; I like numbers, but they don't like me, and bureaucracy and I only manage to peacefully coexist as long as neither of us encounter the other. However, those PA tax forms aren't going to fill out themselves (the bastards), and AnthroCon won't let you in without one. So, even though it pained me to do so, I put in the PA vendor ID application and hope I didn't screw it up completely. It was all done online, so hopefully I'll hear back by tomorrow and there's still be a slot open — the current plan is to split a table with sirfox, since I won't have much besides a couple of buttons, the new edition of Childproof the Unicorns, and my drawin' hand. (THIS JUST IN: unclekage informs me that it's more likely to be a week or more. Oops.) If all else fails, maybe I'll just go for the Artist Alley. We'll see.
(Incoming rant! What is up with cons any more? I remember when you could decide two months out to go to Dragon*Con and still get a hotel room! Now you have to have your "con year" planned out nine months in advance! It's nuts!)
Anyway! I see that it's snowing here. Good weather for the office "Holiday" party — not so hot for driving home in a Prius. Oh well, at least it'll make life an adventure!