Worldcon; Day 3 (sort of), Day 4 & Day 5

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So Saturday started out pretty well… and then I got ill. All of a sudden–BANG Headache. Disorientation and fatigue. Did what I always do in cases like this; Went to bed and went to sleep. Blew off the entire day, which was annoying, as it had the panels I really wanted to do: Steampunk, and Webcomics. Goddammit. Luckily, I had Flora and Experiment # 1 here to watch the Dealer’s table.  Slept off and on for the next 18 hours and the next day, I felt fine. According to anecdotal evidence, a significant percentage of the convention attendees experienced something similar. Could’ve been worse.

Sunday. Got a slow start, and missed my panel about “How I Make Art”. I have got to start insisting that I cannot do any panel before noon. For those folks who were disappointed that I wasn’t there; I use a pencil. Found out that Spokane won the worldcon bid for 2015. Yay! In case you missed our earlier posts about it, Spokane is a surprisingly fun little city. I think this will be a fun worldcon, and now is the time to sign up, as it’ll never be cheaper (http://sasquan.org/). They also approached us about writing a play. I won’t give away too many details at this time, but it sounds incredibly cool and different, which is good.

Got a chance to talk to George R.R. Martin. I knew George relatively well back in the 70’s. We played a lot of poker together. He has since moved on, and done quite well for himself, I hear. Anyway, I asked him, after twenty some–odd years of being a respectable mid–list author, what was it like to suddenly become a media celebrity. Not just for his writing, but for being George R.R. Martin. Seriously, you can do a rough drawing of a round guy in suspenders with a big beard and a Greek fisherman’s cap and half the free world knows that it’s supposed to be George R.R. Martin. He said it was weird. He can see his house and his car on YouTube. This has resulted in him washing his car more often.

Sunday was also the night of the Hugo Awards. As always, the voice of the people alternates between divine wisdom and tooth–grinding stupidity (depending on how closely it hews to my own choices) Saga won for best graphic story.  Fair enough, it was my sixth choice in that particular category, but what annoyed the slats off of me was not that they didn’t attend, many people who can’t handle rejection don’t attend, but they didn’t even make the pretense of caring enough to designate someone to pick up the award. Seriously– if you don’t give a fuck about the award, do us a favor, and take your name off the list so that someone who does care can get a shot at it. As you can see, later that night I found their award and stole it. I’ll donate to the science–ficion museum in Seattle. I’m sure they’ll never find it there.

Monday. The final day of the convention. Started off with a Kaffeklatch. This is a thing where anyone who’s interested gets to sit down with me and pretty much ask me anything. It’s different from a formal panel where people can ask me anything, in that we sit in a circle, and I get to drink a very large and very strong coffee while I do it. This makes a surprisingly large difference, and we had a good time. This was my last official program item for the convention, and the remainder of the day was spent trying to sell as much stuff as possible so I didn’t have to schlep it home. There is always going to be some schlepping, but we managed to boil 19 boxes of stuff down to 4, so I think we did pretty good. The most asked question was “Where is Volume 12?” Most people were satisfied with the answer, “It’ll ship out at the end of September.” The people running The worldcon next year in London (http://www.loncon3.org/) asked if we could do a new Girl Genius Radio Play there. Indeed we will. You have been warned.

After we go everything settled, Experiment # 1 and I went out for barbeque. We went to a place called the County Line, which is right on the Riverwalk. Their ‘thing’ was the size of their ribs, and indeed, when they arrived, there was more meat there then you’ll find on my thigh (which, sadly, is a lot). Taste? Not so much. This confirms my hypothesis that the closer a restaurant is to the Riverwalk, the lamer the food. The next time you’re in San Antonio, choose accordingly.