From the Harry Dresden book-before-last:
(Yes,
byrdie, we finally read them ;)
The room wasn't a big one — maybe the size of a large elementary-school classroom. There was a raised platform about a foot high at one end, with chairs on it behind a long table. More chairs faced it in rows. A sign, now discarded on the floor behind the door, declared that the room was scheduled for something called "filking" between noon and five o'clock today. "Filking" sounded suspiciously like it might be an activity somehow related to spawning salmon, or maybe some kind of bizarre mammalian discussion. I decided that it was probably one of those things I was happier not knowing.Harry spends much of this book at a horror con. Somehow I think Jim Butcher knows all about filking ... hence the fun description ;)
(Yes,
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