Worldcon is over. Alas. Part I: Saturday.

I had a fantastic time, as might be expected, it being a Worldcon and all.

Let's see. . . where to start? Well, I posted about stuff through Friday night, so I guess I'll start at Saturday. We got to the con around 10ish or so, and there were lots of panels I'd wanted to see. There was a panel of the physics of ground transportation for use in science fiction, one on how to build a space elevator, one on science fiction from the third world. The Higgins Armory Sword Guild was doing demos from 10 until 12:30, but I see those every con I go to, so I figured I could skip them this time.

Well, maybe I'd just stick my head in for five minutes, maybe. Just to see if they were doing anything different. And then I'd go to the other panels.

Maybe fifteen minutes.
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A;as, Worldcon is over, Part B, Sunday.

When I finished my last post, I was just telling you about the thing which I had done which defined new levels of stupidity.

I'd decided to drink my way through the Worldcon parties.

On a Saturday night.

Forgetting that I was on medication that increased the effect of alcohol.

Two medications that do so, actually.

And that I was working in the morning.

Nine-thirty in the morning.

As a Hebrew school teacher.
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Worldcon is over. Alas. Part the Third. Monday. And Tuesday, which is Today.

We showed up at Worldcon around eleven on Monday.
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Problem solving, involving cats.

LIS: There's a big moth in the bedroom, please get rid of it.
IAN: Where?
LIS: It's on the wall above the humidifier on your bureau.
IAN: It's too high up; I can't reach it.
LIS: Can the cat?
IAN: What?
LIS: Can you have the cat get the moth?
IAN: Which cat?
LIS: OUR cat.
IAN: Okay, I'll try. Where is the Boop?
LIS: Last I saw, she was in the bathroom.

[IAN goes into the bathroom, picks up the cat -- who, incidentally, had a vaguely guilty look on her face, that's not a good sign -- carries her too the bedroom, and puts her on the bureau next to the humidifier.]

IAN: Cat, look there. No, there. Up, cat. Above you.
LIS: Does she see it?
IAN: She's facing the wrong way.

[IAN turns cat around. Cat looks at some random piece of fluff on the dresser.]

IAN: Look UP, cat. There's a moth there. You LIKE eating moths.

[IAN takes cat's head in his hands and points head directly at the moth. Boopsie suddenly perks up, stretches out her neck.]

IAN: Okay, she sees it.

[CAT whacks moth, which falls down behind dresser.]

IAN: That didn't take long. . .

[CAT looks mournfully down behind dresser. . . ]

After my last post, I had a realization.

I understand why lions and tigers are becoming endangered. It's the destruction of indigenous cultures. You no longer have tribes of people who go around to the lions and tigers, and take their heads in their hands and point them in a direction, saying, "Look! An ibex! Go get it! THERE. No, right THERE! Go get the ibex. . . "