Sounds of clickingsurrpund me. The convention is a rousing success for me so far on a personal level, although the consensus is that the programming is... in the terms of a congoer not me.... "A dog's breakfast."
I'm having the time of my life, although a little sad that the boy cannot be here.
In any case, I am alive, and extremely well fed. Ahh, Toronto. Land of the magical many good restaurants.
The OWWers and the small press scene have been making the Con for me: This is the first time I've spent alone in three days. (Alone=surrounded by strangers typing in the internet cafe).
Life is good, although my sleep deficit for the last 72 hours is exceeding 60%.
Film at 11.
Also, congratulations to the 2002 Gaylactic Spectrum Short Fiction Award winner.
You know who you are.