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[phosfate]

Stayed 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.

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[tacohime.livejournal.com]

You like the rubber stamps? I like the rubber stamps, too!!! I have a smallish collection of fine stampage from Inkadinkadoo; when I was in high school, the stamp love was kind of at the peak (I got to meet the lady who started Inkadinkadoo at a Girl Scout Let's-Empower-High-School-Girls-To-Do-Stuff event). But conventions? I knew no such thing! Cool!

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Oh, man, I used to mail order from them years ago. They're keen.

Also like to carve the stampses.