ICFA is Fun

I could probably stop the post right there, with perfect justification.  But instead:

I have seen the hotel's local crocodile (there's a pond out behind the pool--one can fish there, swimming not permitted or advised) with at least one croc. Rumor has it there are more.

I have had good conversations with a number of excellently smart and funny folk.

I have talked business.

I went to a reading by Kij Johnson, Andy Duncan, and Usman Malik--three entirely different stories, with entirely different feels, but united by a heady lushness of language. Yes, I enjoyed myself.

I went to a panel on satire (Kij and Rachel Swirsky were on it, and it was terrific) and one where papers were read on aspects of the Whedonverse. It's really interesting and satisfying to go do a specifically academic panel; I could feel synapses that had been dozing for a long time suddenly snapping awake.

I have had far too much to eat and drink, and enjoyed it far too much.

Verdict: Good job, Becca, for choosing a college only an hour from Orlando. And today the kid arrives and I get to ICFA and see my daughter. If you near nothing more from me, it is because I have exploded from The Joy.