At Least I Don't Go to Star Trek Conventions

I just took part in a very interesting chat with a few extremely talented bloggers, among whom were the Commissar, Elric of The Asylum, Bloodspite of Technography, Ahr of The Mother of All Blogs, RightWingSparkle of, uh, RightWingSparkle, Digger of Digger's Realm, The Cassandra Page, Chadster from Ubique Patriam Reminisci and a couple of others who I forget (sorry, my memory is like swiss cheese).

It was an entertaining few hours, and I was glad for the opportunity to chat with fellow bloggers. My schedule doesn't usually allow me to kick back with other writers but hey, it's Friday night and I don't have enough money to go out and get wasted. Someone remarked that the city I live sounds like the 9th level of Hell. Sure enough, I just checked my map and next to the word Manchester is a tiny, almost unreadable note that reads 'Sponsored by Dante'. Who'da thunk it?

Anyway, give these guys a visit if you have some time. They're good.