...I was at home, doing this: "Story Time: Live-Blogging 'Taken By the Gay Unicorn Biker.'"
Bitter Empire has promised me business cards that say: "Reading weird erotica, so you don't have to."
Seriously, a very important conference is happening in town right now, the AWP (Association of Writers & Writing Programs) is happening. I will tell you that I looked at their off-site events schedule (here's today's) and I know none of the people doing readings. I don't think they invited the spec fic community, though I might be wrong about that.
So, yeah, I stayed home and read unicorn porn, out loud (rather: on-line) instead.
Also, after yesterday (wherein I got a surprising amount of attention for what I thought was a very 101 Hugo's post), I feel the need to post this:
For the most part, I have to say, I remain lucky. If people are saying vile things about me because I compared the puppies to Nazis (possibly an unwise hyperbole, though the fascist stuff is very much connected to the rabid pups and I linked to my source in the article), I'm not really hearing it to my face. I had one troll come on my FB feed to say "How many lies can you print in one article?" to which I have to confess my first response was going to be "ALL OF THEM" (but I feared I might be taken seriously or out of context), so instead I asked for clarification, got it, and refuted it.
I also pointed out that the blog was not an article, but an opinion piece, which had been clearly labeled as such.
Kittens and unicorn sex. The only antidote, IMHO.