Eastercon, Part Ducks
So yeah only two panels appealed to me from the day time Saturday program, just one o'those things. He and I wandered and drank mahoosively overpriced coffee in the hotel lounge and somewhat less inflated (southern prices) fizzy pop in the con fan lounge (sounds like a triad boss; "So, Con Fan, we meet again...") Where we met and chatted to nice Aussie lady and sprog and where some *very* busy people stole Ewski's chair whe he'd nipped to the bar, before one had chance to say, "erm...someone is sittin..." Must have been for very important people. Some dutch chap sitting nearby looked even more shocked by the drive-by chair snaffling than I was. For all I knew shockingly bad manners might be the way to go, or maybe it was some re-enactment of the Arsian Uprising on a particularly po po mo ep of Bab V. Anywho. My hubby grabbed one of our dog-sitter's favorite authors (Juliet E McKenna) and asked her to sign John's book for him that I'd brought on the off-chance said might occur, which was ace, as is J McKenna.
The Dealer's Room Tonnes of books and stuff. Sharp -eyed hubby did notice a lot of books that were given away free at Fantasycon were on sale;) but we both bought a good weighty bag o'books each and could very easily have bought more, the room smelled of books, this is gud.
The Art Show Really interesting, some iconic artwork on show by some fantastic artists and some nice masks. If I'd had more than one day 'free' it might have been fun to wheel out some of Antrobus and Grimm's wares, which would have given me something to do between waiting for panels, shopping for books, and drinking pop.
Panel the second 'Combatative Women' Well, naturally I had to go, a feeling of deep dread stirring in my gut. It wasn't that bad, honourable mentions to the chair; a perp called Danacea(?) who fielded some most stimulating questions to the panel. At turns I found myself nodding, snorting, growling, muttering darkly and laughing, nothing different to when I'm waiting for a bus but at least this time it looked like I had a purpose. David Weber: A good commander sends the best perp for the job, ifn they are worried about gender issues more than getting the job done, they aren't a good commander. Is what I should have said when I axed a question but my questi-comment was somewhat rushed and I was conscious of not boning on so made a few mini-points that could have done with being unpacked, but at least I didn't sound like a twat...prolly. Twas a gud discussion not helped towards the end by the early arrival of Dr. Who Fan bois and gurrlz eager to secure their seats for the screening of Dr Who. He and I exited stage left, not pursued by bears. Thence to The Little Owl for most lovely grub and home with our booty. We spent sixty quid to get in, which was a bit painful for one day and given it wasn't a hook-up with friends or to flog anything it was like paying to go to Waterstones, other than the one gud panel discussion. The first panel discussion was ominously interesting (and depressing!) for all that there was some de-railment. But that is a post for after the parteh.
The Dealer's Room Tonnes of books and stuff. Sharp -eyed hubby did notice a lot of books that were given away free at Fantasycon were on sale;) but we both bought a good weighty bag o'books each and could very easily have bought more, the room smelled of books, this is gud.
The Art Show Really interesting, some iconic artwork on show by some fantastic artists and some nice masks. If I'd had more than one day 'free' it might have been fun to wheel out some of Antrobus and Grimm's wares, which would have given me something to do between waiting for panels, shopping for books, and drinking pop.
Panel the second 'Combatative Women' Well, naturally I had to go, a feeling of deep dread stirring in my gut. It wasn't that bad, honourable mentions to the chair; a perp called Danacea(?) who fielded some most stimulating questions to the panel. At turns I found myself nodding, snorting, growling, muttering darkly and laughing, nothing different to when I'm waiting for a bus but at least this time it looked like I had a purpose. David Weber: A good commander sends the best perp for the job, ifn they are worried about gender issues more than getting the job done, they aren't a good commander. Is what I should have said when I axed a question but my questi-comment was somewhat rushed and I was conscious of not boning on so made a few mini-points that could have done with being unpacked, but at least I didn't sound like a twat...prolly. Twas a gud discussion not helped towards the end by the early arrival of Dr. Who Fan bois and gurrlz eager to secure their seats for the screening of Dr Who. He and I exited stage left, not pursued by bears. Thence to The Little Owl for most lovely grub and home with our booty. We spent sixty quid to get in, which was a bit painful for one day and given it wasn't a hook-up with friends or to flog anything it was like paying to go to Waterstones, other than the one gud panel discussion. The first panel discussion was ominously interesting (and depressing!) for all that there was some de-railment. But that is a post for after the parteh.