I am included in a few spots in the schedule for SamCon 2013, an imaginary and horrible convention that is the brainchild of Sam Sykes.
My favorite session by far, however, is not mine:
Touch Patrick Rothfuss’ Beard
Seriously, just touch it. Go on, quit being a wuss. Look, tell him it’s for charity or something. Like, just get on up in there and give it a good stroke. I bet you—I fucking bet you—that something will fall out. Something like gold or some shit like that, maybe. Oh god, what if his beard parts and there’s another, five-inch version of Patrick Rothfuss in there and he just leans out and he…he just stares at you?
4:30 PM, Gonzalez