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Went to a local science fiction convention this weekend. Fun. I stuck mostly to the writer's track, talking to editors and writers and so forth. For a couple of the panels I was more qualified than the people talking, but I kept my mouth shut unless there was a question they couldn't answer.

One of the panelists was Frederick Pohl. I like listening to someone talk who can casually say "Oh, well, one of the things Isaac used to say all the time was..." and he means Isaac fucking Asimov. In spite of my generally revolutionary mindset, I have a deep-seated respect for the forefathers of my genre. Those guys were fucking avatars of a higher truth.

Part of a good con is the room party. You know, free beer, wandering around hotels with strangers, trying to find a bathroom without having to hike seven floors to the lobby, dancing with kids half your age. That sort of thing. Klingons and barbarians and everybody drinking out of a mixing bowl of red bull, mountain dew and vodka. Ah. The con.