I’m still wiped from North American Discworld Convention. Terry Pratchett fans are a special kind of crazy. All who consider attempting to keep up with their consumption of scumble better be prepared for an epic hangover. (Which I didn’t experience because I may be crazy, but I’m no Bloody Stupid Johnson.)
The one brilliant thing they did though was they brought in two awesome therapists to offer massages for $1 per minute in the dealer’s room. ALL CONS ON EARTH SHOULD STEAL THIS BRILLIANCE AND COPY IT POST HASTE. Because having someone work the knots out of my loweerback after a whole day of walking and being a programming gopher is not just wicked awesome, it is BEYOND wicked awesome.
I will likely write a more detailed review later. In the mean time, I had a post on Faora, one of the most bad-ass Superman villains ever, go live on Searching for Super Women yesterday. If you haven’t had a chance to read it, please DO go check it out.
The only other thing I have to report is that I successfully wrote every day during the con. I wound up writing at 1 AM twice whilst still recuperating from drinks at the bar, so there’s a higher than average chance I’ll be throwing a good chunk of those words out. As long as they don’t breed like fruit flies in my trash can, I’m totally fine with that.
Okay, that’s all I got. Carry on with your business folks. Carry on.