pornographic fireworks made out of cheese

[robling_t]

My cat isn't speaking to me, my plants are dead, and my bra smells like well-aged gouda, but I am home safely from WisCon, which I would have posted about in a more timely fashion but for the detail that my DSL's been out until just now, dammit. I am pleased to be able to report that Operation "...Gee, I Had A Sweater When I Came In, Didn't I?" has finally borne fruit, ultimately having managed to leave the damned thing lying on a chair in the hotel room while we gathered up luggage and then "forgotten" to make one final check back for further items. Fingers now crossed that the hotel will have been too overworked with the departure of the conventioneers to think to mail it back to our room's original reservation-holder...