,i>I am amused by reading accounts of the Convergence that include detailed descriptions of what the poster was wearing. I imagine this is a matter of import to the femmes in the world, but it is just so completely outside my sphere of concern as to be funny. (Me? I wore black. And something with pockets.)

And a purple mohawk.

What I find most amusing is not that I wasn't paying attention to what I wore, but that I have very little conception of what anyone *else* wore (beyond 200 varieties of black), and I hope they don't mind.