-watching Selby the Talking Dog get stopped at the registration table because he wasn't registered for the conference
-reading the words 'a French danish pastry'. (that one might be just me)
-wagging the saturday morning session to go to Buddha's birthday party at the Chinese Garden in Darling Harbour
-hearing an author who will remain nameless introduce herself to someone thusly: 'Hi, I'm XXX, I'm a famous author.' Only to have the other person reply. 'Hi. I'm your publisher.'
-creating dirty rumours about other delegates, because there wasn't enough gossip
-sneaking into the cocktail party and smuggling out drinks for the other expo people, who were all shivering outside a la peasants outside the Winter Palace in the Russian Revolution
i swear, you could make the best satirical comedy (The Office-style) about this industry...