Archive for August 24th, 2011

Worldcon Report (General Edition)

Here’s what I have learned in the last year: casual is okay. Mellow is okay.

My first convention was 2010’s Readercon (July). Then came Boskone in February 2011. Worldcon was my third. First, I recommend the experience. Caveat: you have to be into the genre (duh!) and you might want to spend time reviewing the program events before walking in the door to make sure you can screen for interesting topics & panels that you want to listen to.

Walking through the airport on arrival and seeing all of the banners up (these happened to be in the baggage claim area) was quite cool, and different from past airport adventures. Since I was going to be presenting (my first “professional” type talk, no less), I felt a little more excitement than if I were just going. There were butterflies, and a sense of pride, and a sense of relief at having finally made it (after being up since about 4am EST for flights… more on that later).

The space itself (in the convention center) was huge – the space used for the dealer’s room was almost big enough to match the entirety of the space for Readercon. Seats for one hundred people in a room was common, with twice that for some of the larger panel spaces. The Con Suite was set up across a sky bridge in the Atlantis, while the Hugo’s and Writer’s Workshops were being held up the street at the Peppermill (both facilities were considered “Host Hotels” with room blocks for the convention).

Walking through the halls, it was nice to be able to look around and mentally (or, to MC if she asked) identify speakers from some past conventions, or to sit in on a panel and be able to put a face with a name I’ve seen on a book cover.

Another thing I’ve picked up from conventions is that I am more likely to follow somebody (read their blogs, seek out their books, etc.) if I’ve been able to get a sense of them as a person. To me, just being mellow and honest to who you are is the ultimate way for a writer to pimp their work. It’s an association and reference thing, I guess.

As for the hotels. Not quite like Vegas.

The Atlantis was okay, and spatially felt a little better than the Peppermill if you had to walk through the casino (which you had to, if you wanted to look for the restaurants). Atlantis felt like was an old school Vegas hotel, or one that is situated off the strip. The Peppermill casino had too much neon and too many mirrors, which made it easy to get turned around and side-tracked (a far cry from the spacious layout of several casino floors along the Vegas strip).

But the room… oh, the hotel room. We were in the Tuscan Tower of the Peppermill, and (to borrow from Ferris Bueller, “It’s so choice. If you have the means…”) I would suggest it. The room was easily comparable to what amenities we’ve experienced in Vegas: double sink, separate water closet, dual head shower. After a long day of walking around the convention center, it was nice to return to the room, sink into the king bed, and recover sleep. The restaurants were generally great as well (we recommend the Monte Cristo if you eat at Biscotti’s in the Peppermill; the Steak House in Atlantis was worth the little bit extra, too), but we were both severely underwhelmed by the Breakfast Buffet at the Peppermill.

Would I go back? To Worldcon? Definitely. I hear they do it yearly and can definitely see myself at them in the future. To Reno? Maybe, but probably only for other conferences and professional gigs. I’m not knocking Reno, the scenic views were awesome to wake up to, but I didn’t get the same kind of “I want to go explore” vibe that I’ve gotten from places like Boston or “I want to see shows” like in New York and Las Vegas.

Which leads me to some of my highlights: Attending the Hugos. Seeing the presentation of Whatnot but Other Hand Productions. Actually meeting Scalzi (side story to follow), and being able to listen to those that have already walked the publishing path, which further helps to remove the veil of mystery and awe that’s surrounded writer’s since I was kid.

That is all (for now).

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Thoughts about Worldcon (Hugo Edition)

First off, I will echo Scalzi on this point, and suggest you go check out the video for yourself… congratulations to all of the Hugo winners.

I’m not sure what I was expecting, to be honest. It was a rather informal formal event. After years of Military Balls in college, I was initially a little nervous (as was MC) that we would be underdressed for the event. That was not the case – we were about middle of the pack. We also got to the ballroom about fifteen minutes before the ceremony was due to start, so we were also in the back third of the room.

That was also part of things I wasn’t expecting: chairs. Just chairs. No tables, only chairs. Yes, I’ve seen awards shows on television. Rows upon rows of people seated (in a theater space). I have also seen some where there were tables set up. Again, harkening back to my college days, those mil-balls where my reference images for formal events. Of course, food was served when the tables were used, and I didn’t expect food at the event.

Not bad expectations to vary from, and not a bad implementation for the event. It’s an experience you just have to experience. I recommend it. I hear they’re doing it again next year. In Chicago. You should look into it.

 

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One Year Gone…

Just over one year ago (the 13th), MC and I drove to the Outer Banks for her younger brother’s wedding. Yes, it was Friday the 13th, and we were out there for the weekend.  On the 15th we were driving back when we got a phone call. “One of your cats got out. Snoopy.” Both cats had slipped into the back yard while the dogs were sent out for their business, and were doing whatever cats do while outside. It was something that had happened dozens of times before, but on that day, Snoopy had other ideas.

He found a small crawl-hole in the fence (smaller than him, btw) and when the person who was animal sitting wasn’t looking, he squeezed himself through the hole into the neighbor’s yard. By the time she noticed the last of his black tail sliding under the fence her was bounding across the neighbor’s back yard. By the time she got through the house and out front, her was squeezing himself under the neighbor’s fence and was out in the neighborhood. And he bolted.

Normally, if he were running Snoopy would go a few yards, then stop, drop and roll (the “Rub my belly,” exposure). This time, though, he didn’t. He disappeared into an unmowed fields (lots that are still waiting to be built on. When we got home and into the house, we started canvasing the neighborhood. I walked around with a container of cat treats, rattling it as I went. MC drove around, looking. The next night some of our friends (a couple) came over and we did it all again (this time, with posters, and the ladies went door to door, and the other guy went with me to walk the fields again.

Nothing.

A few calls trickled in about possible sightings over the next week, but he was gone. I had had Snoopy since he was a kitten, only about two months old. He was the only black and white kitten in a litter of white when I got him from the pet store, a few days before Christmas in 2000. He was a few months shy of his 10th birthday when he left.

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