Poor Tom Bozzo has consumed his popcorn waiting for me to recover from my traumatically boring conference experience. The highlight, for your delectation, was the exceptionally hip all-blue recycled vending cup pencil provided in the conference pack, followed closely by the miniature doughnuts served with coffee. When I came home I had seven pencils inside my suitcase and several dozen micro-doughnuts inside me. Which isn't a bad return on conference investment, in my experience.
Family of fiddleheads
4 years ago
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Why do I find it hard to believe that you did anything less than wow the conference-goers with your brilliance?
Well, gee shucks, Scriv! *blush*
The talk went fine. I don't think it set the discipline on fire or anything, but it seemed to be well-received. As far as I could tell from the frozen affectless faces of the robo-philosophers ...uh, my contemporaries in the audience, that is.
I've seen enough sleeping academics to think that "frozen" and "affectless" is tantamount to having them hold up lighters in the darkened conference room.
Mmm, donuts.
A stagedive may have stirred things up.
Jeez, where's that laptop already? I don't wanna mess up the 33 comments on the previous post, so I'm putting this here.
I wuz here: 12/17/2006.
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