Complaints That I Don't Dress Like A Slob

The annual picnic of the Ann Arbor Science Fiction Association, of which I am a board member, was as much fun as ever. I took registrations for ConVersation (Only a month left! Preregister now to choose your own honorary ConCom title! Bribe us $5 to be a guest of honor!) and distributed flyers for Penguicon and Youmacon. We got to meet a newcomer named Alex Duncan, who is very cool, and whom you will be seeing more of because we immediately invited him to the ConFusion programming meeting which took place last night, and got him involved in helping to run conventions. We have no shame.

Several people asked me yesterday why I attended the picnic dressed in black. I bought a collarless long-sleeve button-down shirt, dark-dark-grey with faint speckles, at a thrift store for $6. It wasn't hot, because it was very lightweight material. People almost seem to complain when I don't dress like a slob. But as I said in one of my first LJ entries, what's wrong with looking good? I own some t-shirts, but the fabric on which most of them are printed is... black. I wear black because black is the new black.