Deirdre Saoirse Moen

Sounds Like Weird

Loscon, the Arrival

25 November 2005

We arrived just before midnight Thursday at the LAX Airport Marriott, only to find the lobby unusually devoid of the typical hangers-on.

Friday, I spent most of the day at the fan table. Because I’d changed my hair color and glasses since most of them had last seen me, a surprising percentage of people I’ve known for years and years and years and years didn’t recognize me. Disguise is such a wonderful thing.

Fannish coincidences being what they are, I wound up sitting next to the person I’d heard about on Sunday, a female software engineer in San Diego looking for a job.

I didn’t actually get to any panels Friday, but I did manage to get to the tail end of the ice cream social, where I saw Writer Guest of Honor Steven Brust wearing an “Oh so Steven Brust” t-shirt: “I’m out of bed, I’m dressed, what more do you want?”

Other t-shirts spotted included Steve Savitzky’s Cthulhu t-shirt, which reminded me of Nate’s true calling, and a friend’s “Morale will decline until the floggings improve” shirt.

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