Me and the legendary David G. Hartwell. Note: No one actually vomited on his shirt. It just normally looks like that.
I had to beg John Scalzi NOT to do jazz hands. The pained expression on my face comes from my soul being stolen as the picture is taken.
On the YA literature panel. I had more to say than I thought. In general, on all the panels, I discovered I had more to say than I thought. Which means, I am a windbag.