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Apr. 13th, 2003 11:02 pmStayed home Friday afternoon with Mom, who was all coughy from the Pancake Death Cloud (she's fine).
Saturday went to a rubber stamp convention. No I'm not high. It was at the Lancaster County Events Center, which is basically a giant animal shed out on the highway. It was just like an SF convention, but with...yeah. Compere had to consult her notes every time she read an announcement: "Good morning...Lincoln...Nebraska!" Stamping housewives in a dealers room are as vicious as SF fans, but they do smell better. Lots of dealers, with designs from the deeply weird to the Bible-reading teddy bears. No points for guessing which dealers I frequented the most. Also, lots and lots of unmounted stamps for tiny amounts of money. Yayness. Lasted about two hours before the hot dog smell drove me out.
Saturday went to a rubber stamp convention. No I'm not high. It was at the Lancaster County Events Center, which is basically a giant animal shed out on the highway. It was just like an SF convention, but with...yeah. Compere had to consult her notes every time she read an announcement: "Good morning...Lincoln...Nebraska!" Stamping housewives in a dealers room are as vicious as SF fans, but they do smell better. Lots of dealers, with designs from the deeply weird to the Bible-reading teddy bears. No points for guessing which dealers I frequented the most. Also, lots and lots of unmounted stamps for tiny amounts of money. Yayness. Lasted about two hours before the hot dog smell drove me out.
