The official kick-off of the Melbourne Global Atheist convention is tonight, but we’re starting without the the officials.
I met Bride of Shrek (who is not green) and Rorschach (who wasn’t wearing the cool shifting pattern mask) for dinner last night. I can’t say I was exactly lively company — I was coming off something like 25 hours of total travel time with no sleep at all, and was feeling like I was staggering towards a brick wall of total unconsciousness — but I survived, mostly. Got a very good night’s sleep last night, too.
It’s now morning in Australia. I’m heading off to an atheist blogger/podcaster breakfast meetup, just to get my day started. If I can find the place. If not, I’ll be wandering the streets of Melbourne, somewhere down by the river.
At noon, I’m off to the Freethought University Alliance for a free lunch. I have to say a few words, too, but I aim to brief, because I am an old geezer and these are the Youth of Australia Who Will Change the Future. They should be doing most of the talking. They can run circles around me, too, which is why there is a rumor that I may have to fortify myself with some Jesus during the talk, just to keep up.
Then around 3ish, we’re having a Pharyngufest with a mob of foaming-at-the-mouth, militant, crude, rude, angry internet atheists and Pharyngulators at the Young and Jackson Hotel. Bride of Shrek tells me that we have the privilege of sharing the pub with Chloe, which, with the prospects of my first Australian beer, will probably help soothe the horrifying horde. A little bit.
Finally, at 6, after we’ve already had a full day to work ourselves up to a shrieking fever pitch, the official events begin. It should be fabulous. I’ll be looking for you all.