(no subject)
Sep. 7th, 2004 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tanaiseOkay, let's see. Thursday I already wrote about, didn't I? Yeah. Okay.
So, I finished work and milled over to there. And I don't at all remember how I found people--oh, that's right. I'd planned ahead and told hannah where to meet me. Which was in the dealer's room. I didn't actually spend as much time in the dealers room as I wanted to, but seeing as I managed to spend as much money as i could spare, it was a sucess, right? So I found her there, and she came with me to get food for lunch. Oh, and we saw Scott Janssens and Erin Cashier Denton at the food line as well, and chatted briefly. And...after that, I can't remember what we did for a while. hmm. I may be back later. Oh! Wheatland press party. Briefly, Thursday, we'd noticed and tried to read the name tag of the really cute boy near Jay's Posse in the bar at night. I noticed the Radiohead sticker on the cover of what turned out to be his laptop, but what I'd thought was a notebook, Hannah noticed the Modest Mouse t-shirt. Cute boy with excellent taste in music. So friday, at the Wheatland Press party, I finally read the name, thought, "damn. I know that name," and texted Jer to see if we'd bought anything from him. Nuclear easter bunny boy. go me! I also got ignored by people (we now know it's called the 'lame hover,' where you linger on the edge of the crowd, hoping someone will let you in to the conversation.). I did make Jay nearly choke to death on his soda, and then Hannah nearly killed him in turn, and it was really time for us to be heading out.
We decided to go to Pho Pasteur for dinner, and called Ryan, cause we knew he'd gotten in at some point. He came along, and it was lovely. I had Pad Thai, which I realize is odd given it was a vietnamese restaurant. Hannah did too. He had something more authentic. He told us about his kitten who sounds awwww cute, if rather impractical for a boy who wears all black. The food was really good, and while I don't remember what all we talked about, I know it was fun. :)
We did the party circuits, starting with Frank Wu's, which was preceeded by me introducing myself to Kenneth Brady in the lobby by saying, "Hi. We've published you.", and then proceeding out to other floors, mostly getting scared by fen (and Tron parties in general). The tor party was initially scary, but then it turned out to be quite nice, and it had cider, which is most of what I ask for from a party. We left the party after a bit, wandered down stairs, stopping at Frank's party again, and then the rest of the way downstairs, collapsed tiredly on chairs in the bar, and were talking quietly for a while, very nice and all for a while. Then barbarian hordes invaded, and we gave up fairly directly and went to bed.
Saturday I woke up at 7-freaking-30, showered and was out of the room by 8:30. And I'm currently missing most of the day. Um. There was a kelly reading, but it was a revision of Some Zombie Contingency Plans, so I'd already heard most of it (I'm not actually sure what was revised about it.) Oh, Andrea and Arend showed up around lunch, maybe? which we had at the food court. They went off and got smuggled into the dealers room and art show, I went to...Kelly's reading. And then a panel about giving up writing. Hannah rocked back and forth adn chanted "spork" for sections of it, but we all loved Gavin's contributions. And then a Lyrical Language pannel, but I got called midway through it by a bitchwhore who was tired of the artshow or some such. I don't remember what happened after that one. I think maybe Rudi joined us, and we went for greek food and it was *horrible* blech. should have gone for Cafe Jaffa.
Saturday night, we tried parties, I think, but got scared off easily. So we went down to the sheraton bar and stood around talking. We got JJA in our group, go us, he brought over Toby and David Barr Kirtley. I imediately accused David of stalking me. I like to start conversations with arguements. THis is why I can't ever be introduced to Neil Gaiman, as I fear I'd have to argue about the worldbuilding in American Gods and Neverwhere. He insisted that it wasn't stalking, as he'd only seen me 50 or so times in the past two days. "uh-huh," I said. "And how many does it take to count as stalking?" "10." Yeah. Thought so. I ended up talking to him for a bit, hopefully not, you know, making him think I was a total freak--I seem to have remembered his name from the Asimov's Award list, for no good reason, and did actually recognize him from past cons though I think this was the first time I'd talked to him, other than the comments in the check in line on thursday. I did actually remember one of his stories, the one about the evil girlfriend from ROF. I think it was the same issue as the Silverberg and the Troy story that I do actually like--a very good issue, if I"m remembering correctly. I gave up and went to bed when I stopped making even a little sense, even to me.
And that's as much as I'm going to get written tonight/now. Incidentally, I totally want a shirt that says, "this shirt would look better on your floor than it does on me."
So, I finished work and milled over to there. And I don't at all remember how I found people--oh, that's right. I'd planned ahead and told hannah where to meet me. Which was in the dealer's room. I didn't actually spend as much time in the dealers room as I wanted to, but seeing as I managed to spend as much money as i could spare, it was a sucess, right? So I found her there, and she came with me to get food for lunch. Oh, and we saw Scott Janssens and Erin Cashier Denton at the food line as well, and chatted briefly. And...after that, I can't remember what we did for a while. hmm. I may be back later. Oh! Wheatland press party. Briefly, Thursday, we'd noticed and tried to read the name tag of the really cute boy near Jay's Posse in the bar at night. I noticed the Radiohead sticker on the cover of what turned out to be his laptop, but what I'd thought was a notebook, Hannah noticed the Modest Mouse t-shirt. Cute boy with excellent taste in music. So friday, at the Wheatland Press party, I finally read the name, thought, "damn. I know that name," and texted Jer to see if we'd bought anything from him. Nuclear easter bunny boy. go me! I also got ignored by people (we now know it's called the 'lame hover,' where you linger on the edge of the crowd, hoping someone will let you in to the conversation.). I did make Jay nearly choke to death on his soda, and then Hannah nearly killed him in turn, and it was really time for us to be heading out.
We decided to go to Pho Pasteur for dinner, and called Ryan, cause we knew he'd gotten in at some point. He came along, and it was lovely. I had Pad Thai, which I realize is odd given it was a vietnamese restaurant. Hannah did too. He had something more authentic. He told us about his kitten who sounds awwww cute, if rather impractical for a boy who wears all black. The food was really good, and while I don't remember what all we talked about, I know it was fun. :)
We did the party circuits, starting with Frank Wu's, which was preceeded by me introducing myself to Kenneth Brady in the lobby by saying, "Hi. We've published you.", and then proceeding out to other floors, mostly getting scared by fen (and Tron parties in general). The tor party was initially scary, but then it turned out to be quite nice, and it had cider, which is most of what I ask for from a party. We left the party after a bit, wandered down stairs, stopping at Frank's party again, and then the rest of the way downstairs, collapsed tiredly on chairs in the bar, and were talking quietly for a while, very nice and all for a while. Then barbarian hordes invaded, and we gave up fairly directly and went to bed.
Saturday I woke up at 7-freaking-30, showered and was out of the room by 8:30. And I'm currently missing most of the day. Um. There was a kelly reading, but it was a revision of Some Zombie Contingency Plans, so I'd already heard most of it (I'm not actually sure what was revised about it.) Oh, Andrea and Arend showed up around lunch, maybe? which we had at the food court. They went off and got smuggled into the dealers room and art show, I went to...Kelly's reading. And then a panel about giving up writing. Hannah rocked back and forth adn chanted "spork" for sections of it, but we all loved Gavin's contributions. And then a Lyrical Language pannel, but I got called midway through it by a bitchwhore who was tired of the artshow or some such. I don't remember what happened after that one. I think maybe Rudi joined us, and we went for greek food and it was *horrible* blech. should have gone for Cafe Jaffa.
Saturday night, we tried parties, I think, but got scared off easily. So we went down to the sheraton bar and stood around talking. We got JJA in our group, go us, he brought over Toby and David Barr Kirtley. I imediately accused David of stalking me. I like to start conversations with arguements. THis is why I can't ever be introduced to Neil Gaiman, as I fear I'd have to argue about the worldbuilding in American Gods and Neverwhere. He insisted that it wasn't stalking, as he'd only seen me 50 or so times in the past two days. "uh-huh," I said. "And how many does it take to count as stalking?" "10." Yeah. Thought so. I ended up talking to him for a bit, hopefully not, you know, making him think I was a total freak--I seem to have remembered his name from the Asimov's Award list, for no good reason, and did actually recognize him from past cons though I think this was the first time I'd talked to him, other than the comments in the check in line on thursday. I did actually remember one of his stories, the one about the evil girlfriend from ROF. I think it was the same issue as the Silverberg and the Troy story that I do actually like--a very good issue, if I"m remembering correctly. I gave up and went to bed when I stopped making even a little sense, even to me.
And that's as much as I'm going to get written tonight/now. Incidentally, I totally want a shirt that says, "this shirt would look better on your floor than it does on me."
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
ooops
Date: 2004-09-07 07:37 pm (UTC)...time warping of my memory is already beginning. Annoying.
-tobias s buckell
no subject
Date: 2004-09-08 10:16 am (UTC)