...and YA literature and the Myth of the Intelligent Machine (I'm still working on evidence to disprove the myth of the intelligent human).  Costumes-wise, there were some great ones even beyond the standard Klingons, Trekkers, fairies, and creepy goth kids (although some of those weren't costumes).  I saw Rorschach, Frankenberry, bodypaint where there should have been shirts, and dozens of various Doctors Who.  While hanging around my booth, Preston and I joked around the first day, the second I was situated next to a photographer barking images of scantily clad women, which drew attention even more than the Dr. Fear and Count Gregore across the way.  A lunar colonization society had a table a few down, and I was well impressed with the plausibility and investment returns of their plans.  Very cool.

When it was all over, it was long past time for a big night's sleep.  Monday was busy doing a dozen errands and writing up comic scripts for the rest of the summer.  It was productive indeed, the first in a long time like that.  But, interruptions are always nice, such as Chinese buffets and birthday cake ice cream.