P-Con Wrap

P-Con should have been well and truly dead-dogged by now. There might still be a few people in the Porterhouse, but as the dead dog started at lunch time anyone who is left will be pretty horizontal by now, I think.

It sounds like Nick had a wonderful time, which makes me very happy, because it was partly my fault that he was there.

For my own part I have learned something very valuable: if you are going to record an audio report from a convention, make sure you have very good notes to hand, because once the recording goes live you won’t be able to remember anything about the convention. Proof of this fact can now be found here. I shall try to do better next time, Tony.

Because I will probably have forgotten by next year, here’s a reminder about the wi-fi in the Central. It does work, and it is free. The problem is activating it. With most hotel wi-fi you just connect, launch your browser and sign in. Eirecom, however, have managed to create a system where the sign-in process only works in Internet Explorer. The stupidity of this should be obvious to all, and now you have all been warned about just how dumb ISPs can be.

I wasn’t at the dead dog as I had to get back to Somerset and re-pack ready to head out to California. However, I did spend Sunday evening at the convention. Diane Duane and Peter Moorwood turned up, which was very nice, and a whole bunch of us headed out to dinner at a nearby Japanese restaurant. Good eating was had by all, despite the sad lack of unagi on the menu.

There was also some obscure tweetage and, because Irish people were present, discussion of religion. Ireland has, apparently, come a long way in the last 40+ years. I am reliably informed that back in the 1960s it was considered deeply shocking for a bishop to actually see a lady’s nightie. Obviously this was true if the lady was in it, but also the mere sight of such a risqué garment was liable to cause undue stress for episcopal persons. Sadly this proved far too much of a temptation to some dreadful sinners.

The things you learn at conventions…