It’s Too Soon To Have Short-Timer’s Syndrome

What I was supposed to do today vis-a-vis attending the CCSC:SE Conference:

  • Drive up to Furman University
  • Attend a digital forensics workshop
  • Network with other presenters over lunch
  • Sit through a keynote address
  • Attend two paper/panel/workshop sessions
  • Have dinner with colleagues at the banquet and enjoy the featured speaker

What I REALLY did today:

  • Drove up to Furman University
  • Attended the digital forensics workshop
  • Returned to my car and found Dee
  • Went ahead & checked in at the motel
  • Drove all over the Greenville area visiting
  • one closed yarn shop out in the ┬ácountry (at least it was a nice drive)
  • one bead shop (nice but spendy, though I bought a cat & a dog metal stamp for CDD)
  • one yarn shop (nice but no one needed anything)
  • Mast General Store (always fun, always a place to find stuff)
  • various other shops downtown and on Augusta Road, including the local Ten Thousand Villages, where I found a headband to tame my overgrown locks, thank goodness!
  • Earth Fare, the nom-alicious MUST VISIT of the trip
  • Ate dinner from the hot bar at Earth Fare
  • Returned to the motel and collapsed on the beds, spending the next three hours watching TV, knitting, and checking email.
  • So which sounds like more fun? What I should have done, or what I actually did? Ten years ago I would probably have done what I was scheduled to do. But with Dee retired and me quite “over it” with computer science conferences, well, “should do” went out the window.

    Tomorrow I will actually do what I am supposed to, which is get the programming teams situated and put my two pesos’ worth in on our panel┬ápresentation. I will try to avoid the conference chair, since I am clearly, and deservedly, on his shit list (and, I must add, don’t really care). I will try to keep my students more or less in line (HA!!). Then after I find out how the programming teams did I will hop in my trusty little vehicle and flee down the highway towards my lair, thankful to return to it.