Back from the convention.

All but one of my female bettas is dead. :( The last one is dying, probably be gone by the time I get home tonight. The fry look good, though.

I bought a stuffed dragon at the con. And a mask. And Chris named the dragon for me (Rita). We had many nice conversations about the prevalence of obesity and neuroses in fandom, which I think it what I was getting at with my previous post. The “not quite right” vibe was definitely there. There was one guy Sunday morning who I spoke to while he was setting up. He kept coming closer and closer, and every time he invaded my space, I took a little step back, which only made him come closer. One theme of his rant was how nobody was buying anything this year– um, perhaps because you creep the hell out of everyone who comes to your booth?

*sigh* Anyway. The rest of the con was good, of course, but I’m glad to be home.

Oh, and the big book recommendation of the weekend, the series that everyone is reading is Naomi Novik’s His Majesty’s Dragon (and others in the series), which is supposed to be very good. Of course all the booksellers at the con were sold out, so I have just ordered the whole series from Amazon. I also picked up several books this weekend, including my newest read, Elantris by Brandon Sanderson.