Ellen has now taken off the chicken head, and is contending with chants from the money-waving crowd to "Take it off!" I'm not sure mere words can capture the emotional impact of this scene. The chicken, judging by her shrieks, just got goosed.
Now the room is exploding into cheers for Karen Joy Fowler, who is a founding mother of the Tiptree award, and whose book The Jane Austen Book Club has risen to #10 on the NYT Bestseller list. They are now passing the decapitated chicken costume head for donations to buy Karen a club... made of a copy of Sense and Sensibility and a popsicle stick. *g* (Actually, of course, donations to the Tiptree fund.)
Ellen, after a near-fatal mishap involving her microphone, has been rescued by the timely intervention of Space Babe and the audience chanting "I do believe in dykes!"
Bidding for the Space Babe
And Ellen has been successfully divested of her chicken suit.
Utter madness continues; now, don't you wish you were here?
Meanwhile, I must get ready for my panel. Wheee!
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