Frozen Death from Above.

I'm not talking about the ZyzzlCon delegation. I'm talking about this stuff falling from the sky here in Boston.

Luckily, at elainetyger's suggestion I got a better pair of gloves from La Verde's. (And when I say I got them, I mean I tricked someone into getting them for me because he wanted coffee.) Of course, I'm still wearing them inside. I think it's colder indoors at MIT than it's been outside my house all weekend.

I've been sleeping well, but only by Hunt standards, which means I'm still a little bit loopy. That's why I suddenly have filk parodies in my head to write.

How to Run a Con.

A special look into the headquarters of ZyzzlCon 3009.



A little rumpled, and a little unshaven, but I think I look pretty good there. I'm enjoying this funky new sweatshirty thingy.