It took more hours packing than an armed US invasion of a small peaceful country, but we’re finally off to Swancon. I’ll be out of blogging range until at least Tuesday.

In the intervening period I’ll get married, perform on about a billion panels, the Alternative History Game Show will go off like a rocket in a heavy metal guitarist’s underpants, I’ll win a Tin Duck, The Prisoner panel will result in multitudes of people wandering the con dragging their own personal Rover behind them, Lyn will win a Tin Duck, John Howard and George Bush will announce their love with a successfully concluded mutual suicide pact…. Hey, while I’m wishing for perfection I might as well do the world some good….

Have fun, y’all. I will be 🙂