We both went to bed at a reasonable time last night, since we were both tired and datacat had work this morning. I had a bit of a second wind after digesting, so I got to bed a little later, and in the meantime coordinated with mmsword and sixteenbynine and chatted a little with Heather, who may or may not be collecting Vladimir today before she heads home to Arizona tomorrow. sixteenbynine will be arriving at the convention about a half-hour earlier than me, and mmsword should be arriving at Times Square sometime between 7:30 and 8:00 p.m., after which we will be grouping with a couple of datacat's friends and heading to Risotteria for dinner.
While my own laptop's battery has been dead for sometime, possibly due to spending too much time plugged into the wall, datacat has a laptop she's not using today, so I have something I can use to take notes at the panels. The first thing on my list is "Manga as an Extension of Young Adult Literature: Are You There, God? It's Me, Manga," which doesn't seem particularly interesting to me, but it's the only anime or manga related panel before Vertical Publishing at 6:00 p.m., after which is an interesting panel I may or may not attend depending how dinner plans go, "Words and Pictures: The Language of Comics." The Web site describes it thus:
The budding social scientist in me goes squee, alongside the person with an interest in sequential arts, but I can skip it if food becomes more important. The Vertical panel both sixteenbynine and I plan on attending ends at 7:00 p.m., and if mmsword arrives around 7:30, I'll probably skip this one; if not, however, I'd like to be there.
In the meantime, I shall peruse Project Gutenberg, call momma to keep in touch, and maybe read one of the books I have with me (The Difference by Scott Page and Appleseed by John Clute) to pass the two hours before diving into the cold depths of the New York City transportation system; most notably, the part that involves walking a few blocks outside in the dead of winter.