My Pix of the (Alternative) RT Convention

You might not know about this con, but it's specifically for flat-broke writers with friends in low places.

Now, on with the show!
Although I was greeted with a tackle hug and squee at the Izaboutshittin Super 8 Motel (I guess that's how they greet every attendee), you can't see me in this photo. I am on the ground, beneath the butt of the guy on the left, picking grass and a substance I couldn't identify out of my teeth. But, hey, it's the thought that counts.

After freshening up in my room...