My friend wouldyoueva asked on Facebook what we would do to improve SF conventions. She's probably thinking Worldcons because she's on a bid committee. Here are my ideas so far. Have any great ideas yourself? Comment here and wouldyoueva will see them. Who knows, the ideas might even come to life some day ( Read more... )

I've been having a wonderful time the last couple of days, doing many fannish things, hence the icon. I had my picture taken in the throne from the "Game of Thrones" TV show based on books by George R. R. Martin. I've been prowling the dealer's room, the art show, and sat for an hour that went very fast at the Capclave table. I didn't sell any ( Read more... )

I'm taking a few minutes off from packing to let my back rest. I'm done packing for Worldcon, except for cleaning some silver earrings I want to wear, and taking down my computer and getting it ready to hit the road. I'll have internet access but I don't know how much I'll use it. I'll probably do a daily or every-other-day summary of activities ( Read more... )

A belated happy birthday, Robert Heinlein, wherever you are. In some ficton, you're alive and well, having recovered from your second rejuvenation quite nicely. If you're still hanging around in the Bardo when I get there, I hope we can have a good heart-to-heart about more things than I can list here ( Read more... )

...before they call her a SMOF? In any case, I think I'll just keep my staff position on Capclave and leave it at that. Bjo Trimble said that was okay, but that's another post ( Read more... )

See listings under "2013"! They were around when we were bidding DC in '92.

http://worldcon.org/bids/

I'm tired and I have a headache. The only thing I managed to do today, besides ferry Lydia to and from her one-week psychology class, was to set up a bunch of doctor and dentist appointments. Dentist for Lydia and me (Karl isn't sure if he likes her), GYN nurse practitioner for me, ear-nose-throat doctor for me (to see if I can have an implant to ( Read more... )

To celebrate, Thiotimoline killed a mouse in the garage, brought it inside, and gave it to Karl. St. Pat drove the snakes out of Ireland, and Thio is hell bent on driving the mice out of the garage. Or the house: a couple of months ago, he and Rio went batshit in the family room looking for something only they could sense. After I had gone to bed, ( Read more... )

Karl's Australian friend, Peter, is getting married, in Australia, of course. For months now, the date had been "sometime in August," i.e., could conflict with Worldcon. And of course we would have to go to the wedding. Karl just found out that the nuptials will be in October, although they haven't nailed down that date either. But in any case, all ( Read more... )

We're home after three weeks of being away, although the four days of Worldcon never feel like being away from home because so many of our friends are there. My friend Eva (we go back to college, and she got me into the whole science-fiction convention scene) calls it a family reunion ( Read more... )