In reference to some of my recent posts:

I was accused, accused I tell you, of not having anything nice to say about SalonCon. and normally, well, people tell me if you don’t have anything nice to say you shouldn’t say anything at all. Those people have never met the Internets, clearly.

But! I shall hereby say nice things about my Saturday!

• In list format!
• I met a new brain that I would like to eat.
• Good room party.
• Good diner food with interesting people.
• Being accused of possibly being an axe murderer.
• Hanging out with folks I don’t get to see often enough.
• Being asked to bring out the Black French story re: Hammerpants.
• Spicy brains, mind you. I belive they were self described as “sparklingly edible” which should show you why one would want to eat them.
• Never actually proving I wasn’t an axe murderer, except in that I didn’t seem to have killed anyone this weekend, with an axe.
• Getting to watch Drunken Cossack Dancing. And the assorted dancing partners.
• A hotel room a/c that pushed my hotel room to 58 degrees, for the fun of it.

But now I fear I must do a much shorter list of issues with the con:

• Having a really shitty migraine on Saturday night.
• Which is why I both left the good room party early and sat there like a dazed and confused rabbit while I was there.
• No that’s about it, really. The rest of my issues are new con problems.
• I did not actually get to eat said “sparklingly edible” brains, though I do have a titanium spork – just in case.