This time, there is - of course - Harlan-gate, which is still ongoing and getting nastier as far as I can tell.
And there's also an enormous wad of stinking poo being thrown about how the masquerade was won.
Fortunately, even though I complain about being con-burnt-out at the moment, I still have a lot of fun at conventions, generally-speaking. And I am very sure that once I get a stretch of time away from doing con after con after con in a row, I'll continue to enjoy conventions.
But sometimes, I just think...what the bleeding hell?
Why is it that the DRAMAH factor is always so high?
To everybody wrapped up in both scenarios...*hugs*
I'm going to look at pretty pictures and play Galaxies for a while.