wandering the convention halls late at night, after everyone has either gone home or retired to drink in the room parties, one hears the strumming of instruments and the melancholy ballads of distant worlds and lonely astronauts.

filking can only make sense after midnight.

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The final Blashke vest.



The final loiter at the tables outside the dealer's room.



The final tumble-spin of a boy who refused to take a nap at home and so was brought to hotel so he could "pet robots" in the dealer room.

Posted By: Steve Wilson

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"That sentence makes no sense. [filk] that sentence!"

And then he got back to the story.

Posted By: Steve Wilson

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Yes, time to leave:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjVrvScgvD8

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Yes, and we knew more than ever that it was time to leave ...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAQm89I1rsc

Posted By: Steve Wilson

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