So, a conference proposal I submitted in a late-night bout with insomnia got unexpectedly accepted. Happy, excited, and weirded out that people would want to listen to me talk about the synergies1 between martial arts and writing and technology. Yeah, all those things describe me right about now.
Sure it’s not for the full 30 minutes2. A 15 minute talk is still a great amount of time, right? More than a lightning talk, less than … well, less than the potential to bore someone stupid, I suppose.
It looks like this is really gonna happen. I gotta go meditate.
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Oh god did I really use that word? Please don’t think I’m a douchebag. ↩
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Good lord I had 45 minutes worth of material already trying to be cut down. I’m so screwed. ↩