Go right on over to meet your doom

[sovay]

I am at Readercon. It is not the only reason I would be awake at this hour, but it's quite a good one. I just need to hope that my first two panels really are the kind I can do in my sleep . . .

(So far, though, so good. I wandered around Davis and Porter Squares with rushthatspeaks and gaudior before catching most of the Naked City reading at Porter Square Books; I have a copy of Michael Cisco's The Great Lover (2010) and the new English translation of Verlaine's Poèmes saturniens (1866) by Karl Kirchwey; I am scheduled across from greygirlbeast's reading in an hour, but I heard her read the chapter anyway last night. Saw hans_the_bold in person for the first time in far too long. Currently drinking cinnamon tea, because it turns out you can do that with the coffeemakers in the rooms. Wish me luck.)

Back to the Army again, sergeant,
    Back to the Army again.
Rather too free with my fancies? Wot—me?
    I'm back to the Army again!

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[sovay]

Kick ass, take names, drink tea?

You'd have to ask third parties if I was accomplishing the first, but the third is definitely happening.

. . . actually, people are saying nice things to me about my panels and my readings (including the reading that wasn't technically mine), so something of the first two is probably occurring as well. I am enjoying myself.

[strange-selkie.livejournal.com]

Huzzah for enjoying yourself! And I will request more details later on all readings. I took a slightly ill advised but definitely emotionally recalibrating writing break to watch 20-year-old footage of Jim Henson's memorial service. This is not to say it wasn't extremely excellent and necessary.

And now, back to the Regency mines.

Don't buy too many books. I know! I'm sorry.