Who Wants To Go To World Fantasy? Who Wants To Go To The Clouds?
I have in my hands a ticket to the World Fantasy Convention in Toronto next weekend. For $150, you get not only some of the best barconning in the world with your favorite authors, but they literally give you a bag full of books. Good books. Last year, I got the 10th anniversary hardback issue of American Gods, among many others.
They tell me it’s easy to sell off World Fantasy Memberships, and I’ve seen others do it, but damn if this thing ain’t sticking to me like napalm. I’ll sell it for cost, if anyone wants to go. Please email me at my usual digs at theferrett@theferrett.com. If I cannot sell it, I will be forced to conclude that I have cooties.
Speaking of cooties, my cootie-generating wife Gini will be out of the house tonight, and I would like to see Cloud Atlas with someone local. If that someone local is you, please get in touch. Otherwise, I will be forced to sit alone in a blackened room and reflect upon all my sins. Which may be preferably to the Wachowski siblings’ latest experiment, but still. I’d like to see.