Reading Connie Willis' GoH speech from the most recent LA Worldcon, which was reprinted in the program book and is full of win, awesome, and inspiration.
Okay things: The "How to write Military SF" panel, which featured Steve White and a bunch of folks whose names I didn't recognize...one of whom had an excuse since his first novel is coming out in a few days. Anyhow, it was adequate and didn't make me wish I'd spent the time watching the first volume of The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya instead. Didn't learn anything, but that's the way it goes sometimes.
Crappy things: Finding out that Yang the Nauseating and Paul Parsons (a Washington-area fan Mark and I know) had died. I realize I'm getting older, time is passing, and people who were adults in their prime in the 1970s are starting to die off, but when it's people I know, it bothers me some. Yang, along with Kelly Freas and Gordy Dickson, was one of the folks who sat up all Sunday night/Monday morning at Discon II singing "the old songs". (It was years before I realized "Tomorrow Belongs To Me" was from Cabaret and not some Great Dark Horde hymnal.) So, that really hurts. Paul, as I recall, was one of the founders of PRSFS (pronounced "Prissy-fish"), the Potomac River Science Fiction Society. PRSFS was founded by people who got tired of going to WSFA meetings, where nobody actually talked about SF. This will no doubt sound familiar to some people...
And now it is half an hour since I planned to go to bed, so I think I'll wrap this up and crash.