Did I say sixteen of me? I'm sorry, we're only one

[sovay]

Punch line: not only did it not rain on the potluck or even as I was making my way there, after an initial access of Tiny Wittgenstein I had a really nice time. My jaw is rather unhappy with me, and my body overall is reminding me that we cannot run all social interactions on cortisol forever, but I had some very nice conversations and pistachio-flour pastries. It was the kind of crowd where my high school slime mold science project counted as a party piece. I only had to bring half a lemon cake home with me.

I should also mention that I have joined the ensemble of the 29th First Annual Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony; I will be singing in the mini-opera Creatures of Habit. Please come hear me and various other talented people musically incarnate various bad habits in September. I am looking forward immensely.

I'm going to see what happens if I fall over on the couch now.

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[nineweaving]

Huzzah for the Ig Nobels! Tickets are going fast, folks. Just a spattering of seats left that aren't for the King of Sweden or behind pillars. Be there or be heptagonal.

Nine

[sovay]

Be there or be heptagonal.

Are you coming? (Gary Dryfoos says hi. I got a ride home with him and he turned out to be part of the Buttery crowd as well as a regular at the Ig Nobel dramatic readings and the man who played the theremin in 2002; we have a stupid number of acquaintances in common and never seem to have met outside of Arisia before.)