To Worldcon or not to Worldcon?

I've been going back and forth on that for months now.

There's one panel that seems like it was conceived just for me, so I'm thinking of swallowing the $75 one day attendance fee and just getting my butt the hell down there. It's not like it's really money. Uncle Plastic and the Sparkly Plastic Elves are going to pay for it. And my friend who threatens me when I pass up Professional Opportunities out of morbid bashfulness or whatever has threatened me with bodily harm if I don't go. So...one day of driving to and fro to Anaheim might not be so bad. Nothing against the city, per se, it's just one of my least favorite traffic corridors. But that's a pretty wimpy-whiny reason not to attend.

Note to Self: Get. Over. Yourself.

Oh! And one amusing thing. A fellow who used to work here and who I was friendly with is apparently going to be on one of the non-literary panels. Why I should find that amusing is difficult to say. He's a nice guy. Just hard to translate Someone Who Worked Here as being on a panel. Quirky brain syndrome, you know.

Maybe I can go incognito as JP Thompson or something. Nobody would see through that clever disguise, I'm sure.


Quote of the day:

"Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee, and just as hard to sleep after."

—Anne Morrow Lindbergh