Worldcon and Other Sundries
I spent the weekend in Boston at Noreascon, which also happened to be the Worldcon (62 or 63). This was my first con, but here is a quick report.
After a breath-taking, and near stroke-inducing trip to the airport, I made my flight. I spent an hour compressing my shoulders (which are twice as wide as the seats in cattle class). I got to the airport, and exhausted, and a bit nauseous (though not from flying), I spent the next hour and a half trying to track down my Aunt Priscilla. Since she was one of the organizers of this thing, I was led on a merry chase, but I eventually found her.
I spent most of the weekened taking as much as I could in. I went to a bunch of panels, from Fermi's Paradox, to the Lie's Movies Tell Us, to Fantasy Noire (whatever that is supposed to mean, the panelists were unsure of the definition too). I walked through the dealer's room a lot, saw some movies, some people in costumes that should not have been wearing them (though some were good).
The highlights (and the main reason I went), was to see Neil Gaiman. My Aunt, using her powers of organizer tried to set up a quick meeting, but that was not in the cards. I did get to hear him read the first two chapters (and change) of his new (and unfinished book) Anansi Boys, a sequel of sorts to the excellent American Gods. It was quite funny, and I enjoyed it a great deal, though I felt that just a couple of metaphors were belabored (of course, I am not a professional writer, and I might just be snarky).
After the reading, I got a bit mixed up getting out of the room, so I did not see him at the autographing. I went to see Gaiman at a later panel on Monsters in the Maze, which of course had nothing to do with the title or the description but was a laugh riot anyway. Afterwards, I went back to my room for a couple minutes of quietude. I went to head back down for more madness, and Neil Gaiman was standing there in the elevator lobby of the twentieth floor. I was quite happy (after the moment of recognition), and complimenting him on a funny panel. Now, I have never been one to understand celebrity, or all that goes with it, but it definitely made my day to shake his hand. We shared an elevator until he was squished into a corner. He went to the Huge banquet, while I went and walked around the floor some more until the Hugos. The highlight of the Hugo's was probably Robert Silverberg's recounting of the history of the Hugos (which may or may not have a silent H, it was not entirely clear to me).
The next day was more panels, more walking around, and then a trip home. I was sad to go, and for some reason, I had more energy on Sunday than Friday and Saturday combined. I was practically manic. I'll have to get back to write more later.
After a breath-taking, and near stroke-inducing trip to the airport, I made my flight. I spent an hour compressing my shoulders (which are twice as wide as the seats in cattle class). I got to the airport, and exhausted, and a bit nauseous (though not from flying), I spent the next hour and a half trying to track down my Aunt Priscilla. Since she was one of the organizers of this thing, I was led on a merry chase, but I eventually found her.
I spent most of the weekened taking as much as I could in. I went to a bunch of panels, from Fermi's Paradox, to the Lie's Movies Tell Us, to Fantasy Noire (whatever that is supposed to mean, the panelists were unsure of the definition too). I walked through the dealer's room a lot, saw some movies, some people in costumes that should not have been wearing them (though some were good).
The highlights (and the main reason I went), was to see Neil Gaiman. My Aunt, using her powers of organizer tried to set up a quick meeting, but that was not in the cards. I did get to hear him read the first two chapters (and change) of his new (and unfinished book) Anansi Boys, a sequel of sorts to the excellent American Gods. It was quite funny, and I enjoyed it a great deal, though I felt that just a couple of metaphors were belabored (of course, I am not a professional writer, and I might just be snarky).
After the reading, I got a bit mixed up getting out of the room, so I did not see him at the autographing. I went to see Gaiman at a later panel on Monsters in the Maze, which of course had nothing to do with the title or the description but was a laugh riot anyway. Afterwards, I went back to my room for a couple minutes of quietude. I went to head back down for more madness, and Neil Gaiman was standing there in the elevator lobby of the twentieth floor. I was quite happy (after the moment of recognition), and complimenting him on a funny panel. Now, I have never been one to understand celebrity, or all that goes with it, but it definitely made my day to shake his hand. We shared an elevator until he was squished into a corner. He went to the Huge banquet, while I went and walked around the floor some more until the Hugos. The highlight of the Hugo's was probably Robert Silverberg's recounting of the history of the Hugos (which may or may not have a silent H, it was not entirely clear to me).
The next day was more panels, more walking around, and then a trip home. I was sad to go, and for some reason, I had more energy on Sunday than Friday and Saturday combined. I was practically manic. I'll have to get back to write more later.
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