I had two panels, the first of which was awesome and the second which was not bad. Emma Bull thinks I am funny. Or perhaps a smartass. That is a fair assessment. I saw
I gave my reading, then left after the second reader in the group, so they wouldn't be disturbed by my loud snores, even though I really did want to hear them. On the way back to my room, I poked my head into the largest room, out of which noise was pouring. I went in. I have now seen (and heard) karaoke. I think I understand why people enjoy it, but I also think it is probably Not for Me. Jim Minz offered to buy me drinks until it was for me, but I declined. I was too tired to dance, or to stay for long. I took off after a couple of songs, so didn't get to hear
And now it is 6:25 am, and I am awake, hair damp, waiting for the hotel restaurant to open. I am hoping to meet