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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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[lilithlotr.livejournal.com]

It was great meeting you - don't know how I hadn't managed it sooner. This is Emma, who was lurking in the green room, getting the program books signed.

I only saw a few panels, and got waylaid going to the first slash panel and subsequently missed it, but the second one was an utter joy, and so much more interesting AND enlightening than any I'd attended previously.

[kateorman.livejournal.com]

You guys took such great care of us! The Green Room repeatedly saved my life. :)

The slash panel was really something. Eoghann clearly has a brain the size of a planet. We followed on from some of the ideas he brought up in the sex panel.