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.
The final Blashke vest. The final loiter at the tables outside the dealer's room. The…
"That sentence makes no sense. Fuck that sentence!" And then he got back to the…
Yes, time to leave: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjVrvScgvD8
Yes, and we knew more than ever that it was time to leave ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAQm89I1rsc
if you must bring your hideously deformed child to a con, be sure to keep…
what you see here are panelists in the middle of a waking nightmare. they have…