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Well, the expo is over. It was a good final day -- lots of slow wandering, looking at things, meeting people. I had a really good hot dog! I got a book bag that reads "The adventures of fanboy and goth girl" which I would treasure more if it weren't pink.

The strangest point of the whole expo was the following exchange. In the PBS videos booth, a man from the booth next door was chatting and I came up to have a look at the display. He turned to me suddenly and looked startled.

Man: Where do I know you from? Do I know you?
Me: *startled* Um, I doubt it...
Man: Have we met? Where have we met?
Me: I...don't think we have? I'm only in town for the weekend, for the BEA.
Man: So who are you with? *checks my ID tag* Oh, right, Anonymous Press*. But you've been in the book industry for a while? I mean, I'm not trying to pick you up or anything.
Me: (You totally are.) No, this is my first BEA. I'm an author with Anonymous.**
Man: But you've always been a writer?
Me: (Yes, I was born with a pen in my hand.) I'm uh. I'm new?
Man: You look so familiar!
Me: Well, I'm Sam. Nice to meet you.
Man: Likewise, I'm Greg. Well, I'll...see you around, I guess.
Me: *FLEE*

* Not its real name.
** Not strictly true, don't get all excited.

More later, as the combination of naproxen, beer, and sleepiness are making me vaguely incoherent.