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In the week since Connexions, I've been pummelled with work, and hence never did get around to doing any kind of con report whatsoever. The traditional pleasure of Connexions, for me, is the opportunity it provides to meet up with a group of my long-time east-coast dS buddies, but this year there was the added bonus of meeting (far too briefly) a whole raft of new folks, whom I think of collectively as "the #discourse people," and witnessing their delight at hooking up with each other and experiencing what was for some of them their first con. I'll admit I felt a little elderly and outsiderish at times, watching them, but I don't mean that in a self-pitying way--just that they know each other a whole lot better from chat than I know any of them, and so they were sharing that particular zingy energy-vibe of finally meeting in the flesh people whom you already know really well on-line.

I do chastise myself for not having spent more time actively seeking out and talking with people new to me. Just my usual con social neurosis kicking in, I guess--I don't know how I come across to others, but I can tell you that most of the time at cons I feel like I'm flipping back and forth between It's so great to see you! I love you guys! Hughughug, babblebabblebabble!! and OMG my social ineptness and general dorkitude are mind-boggling and I shall now go hide in the bathroom for a while.

Anyway, over the past week I've been greatly enjoying others' con reports, and all the antic foolery that the #discourse folks are getting up to. I've also been reading with the utmost pleasure the entries( in ds_discourse and on her own LJ) by butterfly, someone heretofore completely unknown to me, whose large and acutely-perceiving brain I salute with the greatest respect. (Hey! She's got some really hot fiction going on too--check it out!).

NowI am off to gather up the laptop and hie myself to a quiet place, far from internet access, where I shall (wincingly) open up crap-in-progress and poke it with a sharp bony finger.

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p.s. to last entry --

Crap, I just realized it's effin' Easter, everything's closed, and hence there is no quiet place far from internet access to which I can hie myself and laptop. Dammit.

Maybe instead I'll do that "Ten Books that Bent My Twigs" meme. Hmmm.

wholly random thought

Has anyone ever done a Mulder vid to Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues?" If not, why not?

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As the twig is bent ... ( ten books that have been important and/or influential in my life. )