Ellen Kushner led me to try on lots of free clothes at The Swap and foisted several pieces on me. I am sleep-deprived and thus suggestible. I met Tacit Hydra and we decided to form an emo cover band named Arduous Penguin. My analogies tend to make Jed Hartman laugh. A Madison historical society that had been billed as having a big zine archive had closed stacks spread across multiple buildings, bah, but some Russian scifi editors came on the outing, and I discovered that there are two "Bob's Copy Shop"s on University Avenue, with no corporate relation between them.

When a vegetarian views a menu at a vegetarian restaurant, she's momentarily disoriented by the scope of choice. I could eat...ANY of this. I am feeling a similar disorientation at the world's leading feminist science fiction convention.