I'm back from Torcon 3. It was fun. Might have been more fun if I hadn't been sick all weekend, but I managed to do an impressive job of forgetting that most of the time. [the unhappy flip side of that was that when I had to talk about being sick, like when I called my boss to let her know I probably wasn't going to be to work Tuesday, I found it really really upsetting to talk about and acknowledge. Even this evening, home with Bill, I got teary-eyed talking to Bill about the sleepless headachey Friday night experience... I slept some Saturday and Sunday nights, but not enough sleep is still affecting me I guess.]
The program ops crew all had a fun time putting out a spoof newsletter Sunday of the con, but I just found out from blogs that Neil Gaiman left in the middle of the day on sunday and therefore missed the bit I put in about him. I wonder if it would be considered poor form to mail him a copy?
Maybe someone will mention it to him. I thought it was the funniest part of my personal contribution to the hoax newsletter, but there were lots of other funny parts, and it was enjoyable to walk around the parties handing them out on Sunday night, listening to people chortle in our wake.