- I completely failed to learn how to make balloon animals. (Seriously, Paul Cornell said my dragon looked like the herpes virus);
- I went to a bunch of panels and the closing ceremonies
- The Dead Dog party was a lot of fun
- I drank a very foul substance which turned out to be Austrian "rum"
- My friend Capucine gave me beautiful henna tattoos:
Capucine did the other arm, too, but I can't find the picture. For those of you in the Montreal area, her website is here. She does wonderful work.
In short: WorldCon was awesome, and I was very sad when it was over. My only complaints were that the panels were often badly scheduled, the dealer's room was rather sparse (and why didn't they have a comics distributor? There were about half a dozen comics artists on the guest list, including the guest of honour himself!) and the con could have used a dedicated media room for movie screenings and general slothfulness. But other than those tiny issues, it was a fantastic experience, and I'd love to do it again!
Although I've been posting comments around the series of tubes, I haven't quite had the energy to write a full entry about the goings-on chez moi. In September, I started a second part-time job teaching English as a Second Language. Around the same time, I also started taking a French class. It's on Monday and Wednesday evenings from 6:30-9:30. Plus, I'm still working at the literacy organization. My schedule is so complicated that I have a whiteboard calendar on the fridge to keep track of it all.
Luckily, it's not all work. The weekend before last was
Somewhere in all that, I also managed to cut my hair short and turn 34. It's been busy, is what I'm saying!