|Your humble author, on a not-so-humble day.|
Now, just because I have a nifty, tailored schedule doesn’t mean that I’m going to follow the damned thing. This is a weekend for Admiral Karen and I to relax and have fun – there’s no way in Heaven that we’re going to be able – or even willing! – to see ALL of these rituals and seminars. We’d be catatonic basket cases by Saturday afternoon.
Plus I love to play ‘seminar divination’ during the day. I’ll be on my way to some room or another, but I’ll keep an inner eye out for other enticements on the way. I’ve been sucked into all sorts of wonderful workshops in this manner - one’s that I normally would not have circled.
And, if I can swing it, I love to give tarot readings in the vendor room, but the slots are usually taken by the grown-ups who are selling their books. But I'll try!
Finally, I am a world class napper. So there’s that too.
But, in a pie-in-the-sky scenario, with a camelbak full of Redbull and a well oiled Time Turner at my disposal, here’s how Pantheacon 2012 will shake down for me:
|This is often my desktop picture at work.|
|I adore the spacious lecterns at the Doubletree.|