I’m blogging this from the passenger seat of the Rondo, as Tern drives us out of Saint Paul towards Madison. With Cavorter’s housesitting and Mmpantsless’s last-minute dog care, we’re off to Wiscon 33. I couldn’t sleep last night, dangit. Too busy comparing Dollhouse to Andrea Dworkin, too busy wondering if we’d left anything vital off of the packing list, too busy wondering why people think Paul Gross is attractive.
You know. Pre-con thoughts.
See many of you there!