My con report:

So there’s this kid, and he’s surrounded by candy, all his favorite kinds of candy. The kid is not eating the candy. Instead the kid is crying. The kid is crying because if he eats any one piece of candy, that means that at that moment, he’s not eating all the other pieces of candy.

In case there’s anyone I didn’t tell this to already, that was my weekend.

Also: I just dreamed that we all met up for a sort of PartyAtMyHouseCon in, I think it was supposed to be Kinshasa? And not a good neighborhood in Kinshasa. And even though it wasn’t the real Kinshasa, and even though I really want to see all you guys again, it didn’t seem like a very good idea. So, somewhere else, okay?

Plane to Dallas in four hours. Plane to Zürich forty minutes after it lands in Dallas. Ugh. Condolences to everyone who had plane trouble yesterday; I’ll try to get my fair share in today.

I’d settle for either a rocket car or a zeppelin, you know?

Missing you already —

— David aka Scary Editor Moles

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* Named for a Terry Pratchett character in, mm, think it was The Wee Free Men.