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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Friday, July 27, 2007

Agenda for Today

Half-day at work.

Drive to Jefferson (county seat) and deliever my petition for re-election, pay $30 fee and become a legitimate candidate a week and a half before deadline. Come November, "Vote for Me!"

Drive to Pittsburgh, get into hotel and get registration picked up before 4pm start of panels (first panel I'm attending is "Dark Fanatasy"). One day I'll be on the other side of the table, but for now I'm audience.

Meet up with old friends (hey Karl) and new friends (hey Tobias and Emily, Joshua B. Palmatier, S. C. Butler, Mary Turzillo, Geoffrey Landis, and everybody else) and have a blast. Find Con Suite and Party Rooms. Lather, rinse and repeat.

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