Have you seen it?

Have you seen it?
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I was all set to do a con report, but then we went to see Pirates after I landed, and now all I'm good for is humming the theme song and lusting after Naomie Harris. Guh. Maybe I can finish "Fathom" this year.

So instead I give you my best Wiscon souvenir. Saturday was self-mutilation day, or rather, induce someone to mutilate you day. I took this picture on Sunday, showing you the amazing healing powers granted me by the King. We'll see what happens when Aldebaran rises this year. The list of "things that hurt more than tattoos" contains but is not limited to: ear piercings, pelvic exams, giving blood, bee stings, and skinning one's knees.

Now I'm sleepy, and the cats want to lay on my feet, so I'm going to bed.

This are serious con post

I have returned to the land of Spare Oom and six cats. It's enough to make me turn around and go back to the con, even if I was sleeping with Bad Touch Bear. At least at the con I never woke up to matociquala and cristalia wrestling on my feet.

(Dear Penthouse,

I can hardly believe what happened to me this weekend. I went to a feminist science fiction convention...)

The con was awesome, in the continuing Wiscon tradition. I went to one panel and one reading, and both of them were good. The Baba Yaga panel jump-started an idea I've had for a while, moving it to the category of "I are serious novel". It can learn to queue with the others. Unfortunately, I never found out about fighting or appropriate touching. Or slash. Except the part where G.I. Joes stand around naked in boxes. (When Snake Eyes and Storm Shadow love each other very much...) I did, however, learn about the existence of slash-cons, which are apparently cons slashers attend as an excuse to make out. This seems like a lot of organizational effort to go to for some illicit girl-smoochies.

Maybe next year I'll make it to all the educational panels, and learn how to properly comport myself. Also on the list of things to do before next year--get a corset in which I can sit down.

And now a cat is informing me that monkeys-in-bed time is over, so I shall leave off my very serious con reporting and go take a shower. Perhaps today the water will finally be turned on in the new house, and I can leave the land of Spare Oom.