Nerdi Gras

Yesterday I waited in a 90-minute line to see Admiral Adama talk about when he thought he first got intimate with President Roslin. Then I walked through three hotel lobbies packed with more naked flesh than a beach in LA, and finished the day with a Magic tournament where everyone was drinking buckets—literal buckets—of rum.

I am at DragonCon.

DragonCon, for those who don't know, is the party con of the geek calendar. You go to Worldcon to meet editors and agents and talk about writing; you g...