Somehow through an equally magical combination of extreme patience and bitter angst, the hairs on the back of the universe's neck stood on end and felt the need to log-on to the world wide web. In doing so, the universe knew to navigate to that digital playground known as FurAffinity and sought me out where it quickly read my journal calling the universe out on its unfair use of my emotions as personal play things. In so reading, the universe felt a very rare need to withdraw and offered, through celestial intervention, a small window of hope for poor ole' KB and his Anthrocon dream. (The universe also completely ignored the hopes and prayers of the Gulf, Haiti, Korea, Afghanistan and countless war and disease plagued nations to do this.)

Soooooo the afore-lamented Friday job interview that was screwing everything up for me has been changed into a phone-call interview at no doing of my own, which allows me time to plan for AC. Huzzah. That, and Walks schooled KB on how to read a map.

Fate, as they say, is not without a sense of humor however, as the proposed trip to Pittsburgh has evolved into a family vacation for my wife and brood... and mother-in-law.

Ew.

But alas. If this is the Hail Mary Play that the universe has offered up, I will play my part of Oliver Twist and eat my gruel with a dopey grin and ask for more.

This alternative plan still only puts me [potentially] at AC for Friday evening through Saturday (or Saturday evening through Sunday), but beggars can't be choosers. Even if this beggar is paying for the trip.

Ahhh, it's good to be king!

-Kross