...WFC goes

Nov. 5th, 2007 05:20 pm
tmcg: (cherry coke)
So, World Fantasy.

brief encounters not so briefly enumerated )

eating and drinking and pitting and a smidgen of partygoing )

programming )

and the inevitable little bit about travel to and from )

ETS (edit to substitute) the LJ names of people who had LJs unbeknownst to me when I posted or who've acquired LJs since WFC, and to increase this entry's AB (abbreviation count).

tmcg: (creepy book)
I'm heading up to World Fantasy with [livejournal.com profile] stevendj tomorrow. I know I'll see at least one of you there; I'm looking forward. :)

Oh, and Happy Halloween!


Oct. 7th, 2005 09:27 am
tmcg: (cherry coke)
I'll be at Albacon Saturday and Sunday. I don't think anyone from here will be up there, but here's my schedule just in case )

It turned out to be a very nice con. Highlights were the drives up and back with Diane Brown, being one of Travis Tea for the weekend, the company and conversation at the banquet on Saturday night, and the panels--one of which I swear I do not remember suggesting, but if I didn't suggest then someone telepathically synched with me did, because it covered exactly the same ground as this post I made over in [livejournal.com profile] eidenmyr. My buddy Phil Merkel videotaped the panel; maybe I can score a copy from him at some point.

tmcg: (cherry coke)
Back from Readercon, where a very good time was had. [livejournal.com profile] akaspeedo has a report up already. I'm watching [livejournal.com profile] merlinpole's and (check) [livejournal.com profile] stevendj's (check) space.

We cracked today and hauled the fans and air-conditioner up from the basement. Actually, my SO cracked, so he did the hauling of the AC. I would have just kept sitting in my own thermal deliquescence. I've gotta hand it to Hotpoint; that little room unit dates back to my bedroom in my parents' house, and it's still working after many, many moves. My best estimate of its DOB is 1982, maybe 1983.

Meanwhile, the electronic vortex of doom continues to plague this house. This week's casualty: my NEC monitor. The problem seems not to be the power cord but the connection between the power cord and the monitor, which is no longer jiggable with random objects. (Nonrandom objects don't work either.) This issue comes up with monitors a lot, doesn't it? Is it something easily fixed, worth fixing? Something that would be a crime to abandon an otherwise perfectly good monitor because of? (I have a spare in its place now.)

tmcg: (quill)
I'm heading to Readercon this weekend.

Here's my programming schedule. )

In honor of the Poetry Slan to be held in celebration of the Rhysling Award, here's "Awakenings: Cryogenic Dream #2," a poem by the wonderful Roger Dutcher featured on the Star*Line Website till the next issue comes out. Roger and Mike Allen coedited The Alchemy of Stars: The Rhysling Award Winners Showcase, which will debut at the con. Yay SFPA. :)


Mar. 18th, 2005 11:21 am
tmcg: (cherry coke)
I'll be at Lunacon tonight and for a little while tomorrow morning.

my programming schedule )

Hunks on the one hand, villains on the other, and lots of candy. Hmm.

Update: [livejournal.com profile] ferragus has posted pictures.


Oct. 27th, 2004 07:53 pm
tmcg: (quill)
I'm off to the World Fantasy Convention tomorrow morning. I know I'll see a few people from here down there. Looking forward!

Back Sunday late afternoon, when I will see a few other people from here. :)

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I have no idea how the subject came around to this, but at my kaffeeklatsch this past Worldcon I found myself describing how I used to be in love with the voice of this one particular announcer at New York's Penn Station. I have no idea where he sat. I never saw him in the flesh. I don't know if he actually had flesh. All he did was read off the track assignments, the station stops, and the last calls of the Long Island Rail Road commuter trains. But I just adored that voice.

I was catching up on communities, and I saw that [livejournal.com profile] unclephil2k had posted this in [livejournal.com profile] blakes7:

(The Onion)
Monday, July 19, 2004

The unrequited nature of area nerd June Manzo's crush on actor Peter Tuddenham, who provides the voice of piloting computer Slave on Blake's 7, is only slightly more agonizing than the process of explanation she must put herself through every time her media obsession is discussed. "He has this slightly sinister but dynamic way of speaking on the show, particularly in the 'Headhunter' episode," Manzo said, painstakingly describing Tuddenham to fellow science-fiction fan Bradley Preakniss. "When I hear his voice congratulating Avon on his 'consummate skill,' I just get shivers... Doesn't that ring a bell? No? Not at all?" Manzo's crush is surpassed in geekiness and obscurity only by that of Denver's Demitri Ostrow, who has a long-harbored passion for author Neil Gaiman's "fabulous" assistant Lorraine.

For the record, Peter Tuddenham also voiced the characters Zen and Orac, two other computer intelligences.

I'd go more for Zen, myself.

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I'm off to Worldcon in a few hours. Back sometime Monday night.

tmcg: (Default)
Has anyone yet come out with a diet cola soft drink made with sucralose rather than aspartame?

At a very nice con in Little Rock, Arkansas, a couple of years ago, I found something called Diet Big Red in the consuite bathtub. Being very much a Northerner (though I was made an honorary Bubba at a Birmingham DeepSouthCon), I had never heard of this beverage. I saw sucralose in the list of ingredients. Oh yay! I thought. Splenda soda! A strange silence fell over the group I was chatting with as I popped the can and took a sip. It was like a college initiation, or a practical joke. This drink tasted like stale beer and Robitussin. There being no spittoons, I quickly returned the liquid to the plumbing portion of the bathroom from whence it came.

I'm hoping some beverage company somewhere will do better than this. Anyone run across anything?

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Information here and leaflets here.

My SO's niece is getting married later that day, but if there's any way for me to get over to 49th and First at noon on Saturday--and I'm driving to Boston the next morning to do five hours of convention programming before driving down to Katonah NY for an evening gig, so I am insane enough to try--then I'll be there.
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All the things I would get done if I didn't have to go to this convention! Grumble grumble raggit fraggit bitch moan.

This is the thought that dominates the week preceding a business trip for me. I would get stuff done, some it fairly important. But it will get done anyway. And by going to a convention I am getting stuff done: cons aren't just social events, they're work, and they're important, too. Plus, I always have a great time at conventions. So why do I always approach them with this stubborn resistance? Not to mention going into denial about preparing for them (which includes procrastinating by writing LJ entries like this one) so that everything becomes a mad last-minute rush. My friends seem to think about nothing but the con for weeks beforehand. I seem to do everything I can to pretend I'm not going to the con until there's just no getting around it.


How am I going to get everything done before I have to leave??

This is the thought that dominates the two days before I go. Everything always gets done somehow. But I get inordinately cranky about it.


The plane's going to crash and I'm going to die with my series of books uncompleted!

This is the thought that dominates the night before I leave for the airport. I've heard other writers mention something similar--the fear that Something Will Happen to Them before they finish their current work-in-progress. Only natural, I suppose. At least I've shaken the conviction that the fear is a premonition. Empirical data (I go to a lot of cons; I'm still alive) tends to have that effect. And I'm not afraid of flying; I love flying--once I'm on the plane. But the fear of not finishing persists. Sometimes I think that it will subside once I've got more books in print and feel more strongly that I've proven what I can do. But from what those other writers have said...nope, it won't. That fear is always there.


On the bright side: At least for the time being I'm more worried about this stuff than about the yellow-belt test tonight!
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So I'm at the World Science Fiction Convention in San Jose, California. A tradition of Worldcons is the wee-hours fire alarm that rousts everyone out onto the street in their pajamas. It can be almost fun, in a weird camaraderie-of-the-trenches way, to be rousted out onto the street in your pajamas with all the shining lights of your literary genre and a goodly number of one-liner-proficient fen. But in my experience it has never coincided with another tradition of Worldcons, which is the all-nighter. This time, however, I happened to be (still) up, even fairly conscious, in the lobby of the hotel when the alarm went off. Ah-hah! A jump on all those pajamaed, groggy, rousted pros and fen! For once I could enjoy the camaraderie of the rousted without skulking in potentially embarrassing pajamatude and inevitably embarrassing groggitude.

Alas, it was not to be. The only person who emerged from the hotel to where I was standing after seeing someone off into an airport-bound taxi was the convention ops manager who was on duty, vociferously expressing the hope that there was not, in fact, a fire on his watch.

A cute fireman did wave to me through the glass doors in back as he came through, though.

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