My robot can kill your robot with the power of my mind

Single Malt & Song did not put me in a coma, temporary or otherwise, but I had a very nice time nonetheless. I sang "Ten Cents a Dance" by request and "Gentleman-Rankers" (with teenybuffalo) because I love it and I need to learn "Paddy's Lamentation." Why does my life not contain more applejack on a regular basis?

I am leaving shortly for the Boston Science Fiction Film Festival's 'Thon; I do not expect to be online much for the rest of the day and/or tomorrow. I am not liveblogging. I am bringing a backpack with my computer and some books in case I overdose on media and need to curl up somewhere and read for a bit, but I think that's sort of the opposite direction.

I have never tried to watch movies for twenty-four hours straight in my life. I have absolutely no idea how it will work out. (The good news: I don't want to see everything on the list. And I have no compunctions about bailing if it's my health or Re-Animator (1981), although there are films they could show that would make me change my priorities.) It should be fun to find out.