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Mar. 12th, 2012

What more does a Monday morning need than grungy Pacific-northwest rock-n-roll, beer, and gratuitous LARP humor? Here it is, all together in the video for Red Fang's "Prehistoric Dog":

Hey, the FOGcon programming schedule is up! Go check it out! I think we have a great slate of panels this year.

There are two items I'd like to particularly call your attention to. First, the panel that I will be appearing on:

Saturday 1:30 to 2:45 p.m.

Did Everyone Fail High School Biology or What?

From stupid stunts with DNA to implausible ecologies, lots of science fiction just gets biology wrong. Why is this? What are examples of books, movies, or TV that gets it right?
Moderator: Theresa Mecklenborg
Panelists: Tari, Wendy Shaffer, Cassie Alexander, Pat Murphy

Second, at 3:00 p.m. our FOGcon student writing contest winner, Ivy Blaine, will be reading along with Madeleine Robins and Greer Woodward. Come and support some new writing talent!
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Decluttering, Dragonborn style. Terra has some awkward souvenirs to explain to Lydia.

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The problem with being an adventurer is that you collect a lot of crap. You find stuff, and people give you stuff, and you tuck it away thinking that it might be useful some day. And then one day you look around and think, "Why do I have six magic war axes when I prefer swords, anyway?"

So, one Sundas afternoon, Lydia volunteers to help me sort through it all. "Right," I say. "We'll make three piles. Keep, sell, donate."

Lydia holds up an axe. "How about this for the sell pile?"

"Um, I dunno. That kind of has sentimental value. That's the Axe of Whiterun. Jarl Balgruuf gave me that after I killed the first dragon that attacked Whiterun."

Lydia raises an eyebrow. "I'm sure that our former Jarl Balgruuf feels very sentimental about that since you deposed him in favor Ulfric's puppet Vignar, my Thane."

"Right. Sell pile."

Next up is a suit of red and black leather armor. Lydia's eyebrow attains new heights. "My Thane?"

"Yes?"

"This is Dark Brotherhood armor, is it not?"

"Yes."
In which I explain how I joined the assassin's guild by accident... )