Mundania

In this way, you could liken mundania unto a sea, whose tides lap onto the beach of fandom. Each flow brings its quota of bright, bubbling neos--still tainted with mundania. Each ebb leaves a hardcore of driftwood, stranded forever in fandom.

This leads us to body language. Our body language is also different from mundanes. We tend to not use eye contact nearly as often; when we do, it often signifies that it's the other person's turn to speak now. This is opposite of everyone else. In mundania, it's *breaking* eye contact that signals turn-taking, not *making* eye contact.

The problem with living so close to a convention finds the call of mundania beckoning one home and thus we spent most of the day, missing the trivia contest that I would have stunk at anyway, and as I understand it, Sandra Bond shellacked the local boys!

Gary Ehrlich stalks the hallways of Northeast conventions and assorted filk conventions. A mild-manner^([sic]) structural engineer in mundania, at cons he can be found on stage or in the filk room offering songs of space flight, lunar colonies and hyperspace hotels.

Verva Malone was from a 1920s world, because I liked the that era's style so much that I sported a bob haircut with bangs during my hours in “mundania,” as larpers occasionally termed real life.