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[dreamer_easy]

Chicago TARDIS is utterly splendid - efficiently run and a ton of fun - and the organisers are taking excellent care of us. Laughing with other fans is the cure to that blinkered view of fandom that the Intersplat gives you: it's not all about bile and repetition, after all. The slash and sex panels were full of fresh ideas, and there was further thought provokage at the novels retrospective (plus Paul and Gary being hilarious and witty as usual) and the "look back at the RTD era" thing (Simon Guerrier makes me lol so much). Only thing that's gone off the rails a bit so far was "how to write better fanfic", which I fear was consumed by me ranting about the unimportance of punctuation. Next year I think we ought to do it as a jelly-wrestling contest.

It's snowing a bit.

ETA: I made Lars Pearson literally fall on the floor laughing by doing an impression of the Master shagging the Doctor with the help of the chair I was sitting in. Result!

ETA 2020: I was literally out of mind at this convention: hypomanic, agitated, irritable, and generally out of control. It's one of my great regrets.

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[jblum.livejournal.com]

It's close enough! We're going into the city itself on Monday, to visit Kate's sister till we fly out Tuesday night. We'd love to catch up with you -- only reason we haven't called you is that my address book disappeared some time last week. I sent you emails asking about getting together ages ago, but they probably got lost in the shuffle!

Call us at the hotel -- (630) 719-8000 , room 308. Only reason we haven't called you is that my address book seems to have been lost in a completely different shuffle...