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I just got back from Radcon and now all three cats are in my room, sniffing my stuff with incredible excitement, like they'd never been in my room before.

PS Radcon was great.

More Radcon

So Radcon really was great. I met new people and got to know others better. At least one person got moved from the "industry" LJ friends filter to the "know" filter which means I've eaten dinner/gotten drunk/played a game of some sort with you.
I danced to 80s/house remixes and learned that Samuel Delany has a fingernail biting fetish, which adds all new layers of meaning to Dhalgren. My computer temporarily became Spencer's computer. I spent much of the Saturday Small Press party in a heap of (fully clothed!) writers on a bed. Pictures may surface on the internet. I was immobilized against the headboard, and somewhere beyond the barrier of five bodies and a shot and a halr of rum, a bunch of people were snapping pictures left and right. I felt like a porn star or a crime scene.

I had awful food in the hotel restaurant, and yummy truffles in the Small Press party.

anghara lured in new recruits to fandom from the local middle school.

And then, I was going to list the books I bought, but I realized I left the bag o'books in Spencer's car.

The lake

I swear this will be the last con post.

We passed a lake with its own website.