Rustycon.

Can't believe it's in just a little over a week. I really dropped the ball on this one -- I received an invitation to be a guest, maybe do a reading or some panels, and I dropped the email into my "Yeah, yeah, whatever, I'm writing a goddamn book here, I'll answer this later" folder and forgot about it. Now it's a wee bit too late.

Oh, well -- I still want to go on Friday, at least to go to retcon's dance:

I'm thrilled he's finally getting decent gigs at cons, after years of kickin' out da mad tunez at Merchants of Deva parties and generally making most con DJs look sick, tired and old. If you go to cons and you think you hate con dances -- come to this one.

Blue.

What idiot in marketing thought blue Saran Wrap was a good idea -- ? Every time I open the refrigerator, I keep glancing down at a bowl of leftovers that is a shade way beyond moldy and think to myself, "Screaming Jesus! I thought I just cleaned out the refrigerator -- !"