My brain is cooler than yours.

I'm sure half of everyone dreams about being at conventions sometimes, but.

Do your convention dreams come with full masquerade, including a reenactment of a Tamora Pierce trilogy by acrobats, a horde of people in white cardboard hats spoofing March of the Penguins as a migration of used Chinese food containers*, and Yves Meynard dancing in formation and singing a fight song about bra strength with five of his closest friends?**

Yup. Sorry. Mine's cooler. *g*


*My comment at the time: "Are they the Klan?" To which sarcasm_hime replied "They're Cantonese (food)." And then I said "Oh. Klantonese," and took the picture.

**Explained after the sketch by one of the women as having originated at her sprinters' camp one summer, where she was the only athlete above a C cup. I am not sure I believe that Dream!Yves Meynard didn't have a bigger hand in that.***

***And really, it was the way he intoned it in that deep and serious voice that killed me.

Mammoth

Have arrived at work today to find -- well, that the keyboard wasn't working, which resulted in thirty minutes of swearing and grubbing with wires and one tech support call to msagara -- but, more pertinently, that The Mammoth Book of Extreme Fantasy is out in Canada. Because it is here.

(Confidential to monkeyman: this means your special order is aside.)

Read! Enjoy! Marvel at the rendering of Robert Smith on the cover!*

*Elric of Melnibone is having you for dinner tonight.