Writer. Scientist. Thoroughly Disappointing Flesh Muppet.
It’s been a tough couple of weeks. But enough of my whining.
When I was in Sydney back in September, my friend — the up-and-coming superstar of Angry Robot, Jo Anderton — recommended a visit to the Galaxy Bookshop. There I met a cheery and affable bookseller by the name of Mark Timmony. He generously allowed me to deface some stock, and even wanted to know whether I’d be interested in defacing the store’s blog, too.
Well, sure.
Somebody pointed me to this news about a mysterious missile launch that happened off the Los Angeles coast on Monday.
Officially, anyway, and so far, nobody is stepping forward about this. The DoD, Navy, and Air Force claim no knowledge of the object or its origin. The FAA claims no knowledge of the incident. Vandenberg Air Force Base and the Naval Air Station at Point Mugu both deny responsibility.
I’d be worried that it was a test by an Iranian stealth sub, or that the Giant Pacific Octopus has finally made its move, if not for one line in the article that caught my attention:
I wish I didn’t have to wait almost a full year before the World Fantasy Convention rolls around again. I always have a terrific time at WFC. I never manage to make it to much programming, because I’m usually having too much fun catching up with friends, and cramming as much socialization as possible into the weekend.
Egregious name dropping follows below the cut.
Well, I still haven’t written anything about my trip to the Southern Hemisphere. And since then I went to Denver for MileHiCon 42, and then to Columbus for World Fantasy Convention 2010.
More later — it’s getting late — but for now I’ll simply state on the record that WFC is now my favorite convention. I made some awesome new friends and saw lots of people I don’t get to see nearly enough. Even got to see some folks I hadn’t seen in an extremely long time.