Now to tell you all about it. I realize the one place-holding “post” I did on the subject was just that, a place-holder. There was no need for the slightly acid comment telling me so.
I think I’ll do it in parts, and not necessarily in chronological order. So I think I’ll start with Sunday, with late Sunday morning. I did a panel with Maryam and D. J. Grothe, moderated (and also participated in by [yes you can end a clause with not one but two prepositions]) Paula Kirby. It was both fun and interesting. When it was over people drifted up to the table to talk, and among them was my good friend whom I had never met, Author of Jesus and Mo. I was expecting him, because we’d talked about it beforehand, but I naturally couldn’t mention it publicly beforehand. Paula took us out to lunch along with Rhys and Paul Morgan. (Alas Maryam had disappeared, no doubt to prepare for her talk in a post-lunch slot.) I felt a bit self-pinchy the whole time. I spent most of January blogging about J and M and much of that time blogging about Rhys-and-JandM.
(You know, FTB is about to add a very exciting blogger. No no not Author, not Rhys, not Paula – not anyone I’ve mentioned. But very exciting. Now is not a good time for you to wander far. Stay tuned.)
Author and I went to Maryam’s talk, which was great (as I knew it would be). One of her illustrations was the latest J and M, which Author was surprised to see; he took a picture with his phone. That was another self-pinchy moment – here’s me and Author at Maryam’s talk and there are J and M on the screen and here’s Author taking a picture of his own strip and Maryam talking about it.
Chris Mooney!
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Spare us this atrocity.
Self-pinchy moments are a good thing, a really good thing.
About the fresh new blogger, one can only hope that by the time the new blogger is added, FTB’s front page will be redesigned so that the new blogger doesn’t find herself or himself constantly hidden under the line up of other FTB bloggers.
They are. Sunday was pretty much just one long self-pinchy moment.
Rhys just did an amusing tweet apologizing for being unable to do something or other because he was having a meal with Paula and Author and me, #namedropping. No no, other way around, I’ve been namedropping Rhys!
Dan Dennett? Ayaan Hirsi Ali? Ricky Gervais? Taslima Nasrin? Steven Pinker? Salman Rushdie? Julia Sweeney? Steven Weinberg? Molleen Matsumura? Jessica Ahlquist? Joss Whedon? Jodie Foster? Ted Turner? Susan Blackmore? Ibn Warraq? Sean Faircloth? Wendy Kaminer? Cristina Rad?
(I figure if I keep this up long enough, I’m reasonably likely to get it right.)
Heh. You did.
Ooh-get me!
I am positively green with envy.
Trust me, Ophelia. It was an honour to meet you – I was definitely the one namedropping!
Sounds like watching American Splendor with Harvey Pekar and his family, and getting to the scene in the movie where the Pekar family is watching the theatre play about themselves. Or maybe reading the comic book version of this. ^_^