This one's coming at you from San Francisco International Airport where I'm awaiting a flight home, exactly 24 hours after I got here. Just a business-type trip. The airport seems quite uncrowded since, I suppose, all of America is off watching pre-game shows.
Going through security, I had a brief encounter with a man whose uniform had gone to his head. He had insisted on patting me down because, he said, the full body scanner showed "something made of metal" in my pocket. I showed him what was in that pocket — a piece of paper — and he replied, "Well, sometimes paper reads as metal on the scanner."
I asked him, "Does metal ever read as paper?" He thought a second and said, "I don't know. If something reads as paper, we wouldn't check it." Gives you confidence, don't it?
I love San Francisco though I despair of ever mastering its geography. I can usually find my way around a strange town but the more I visit this one, the more bewildered I become. The one thing I know is that no matter where you go, no matter what direction you're facing, the next street over is always Polk. And in the grand tradition of M.C. Escher, if you walk somewhere and then walk back the same way, it's uphill in both directions. Still a great place to visit and I'm sorry WonderCon will be elsewhere this year.