dropping in to say...

Balticon proceeds apace. I have done one panel that was well-attended and quite interesting, I have seen many friends, hooked people on the wonders of the Eee PC, been complimented madly on both career and personal ("I didn't recognize you -- you look ten years younger. How do you DO that?" from Peter Beagle), sold books, signed books, come up with a short story idea and pitched it to an anthology editor, come up with an anthology idea I may actually do, eaten ribs and crabcakes, consumed single malts, and actually gotten some writing done.

Tomorrow there is hot-tubbing,more panels,movie-viewing, and more socializing planned. So far, a lovely little convention.

Oh, and any rumors of ribhenge are totally untrue. Except for the part where pictures were taken.

Jones!

Taking a break from the convention, Patricia Bray and I hijacked Joshua Palmatier from his panel five minutes early ("Joshua, there are women demanding you leave with them...I think they mean business...") and went to see Indy 4. Not as gleeful as the first, not as sheerly joyful as the third, but I think it's safe to say the curse of the even-numbered movies ends with #4. After a slow start (and a few reminders to shut down the analytical part of my brain because, oy) this was solid Indy-style fun.

"Call it a rope!"

I could have lived without ( spoilers )

. And I really want to write "Indiana Jones and the Curse of Shelob," now.