In other news, I met Peter Beagle today, very briefly. He was extremely gracious, and I managed not to burst into tears of joy and awe when he shook my hand. Barely.
So far, much convention enjoyment has been had by all. (I also managed to speak with Jeff Smith and Brian and Wendy Froud, very kind people of the sort of past acquaintance where I remember them quite clearly, while I blend into the background noise of fangirls for them.)
Th first part of Worldwired looks less badly broken than I feared. Film at 11.