At Norwescon

I'm at Norwescon, feeling under the weather. There's a girl running around dressed as the Tenth Doctor. She's so hot, it's unbearable.

Dad and Norwescon

I convinced my dad to buy a day pass to Norwescon. Someday, I want him to attend one of the smaller cons with me (Valhallacon, I'm hoping) but he wasn't doing anything for Easter, and so one of my big guilts of Norwescon (missing Easter with family) was assuaged this way.

We started with a panel I personally was excited about --daily lives of editors with Patrick Swenson and Gordon Van Gelder, and then one on story beginnings and another on endings. They were topics I already knew about, but they're still interesting, and I knew it would be good for my dad to hear.

On our way upstairs after lunch, we ran into a gaggle of giggling, shrieking people in black. Lisa Mantchev and minions, filming her book trailer. I'd volunteered earlier for it, but had forgotten. One of the women looked at me and said, "you need hair." I promptly pulled off my hoody, letting all ten zillion pounds of hair fall out. But she just meant one of the bright fake hairpieces Lisa bought. Mine was fuchia and matched my socks! I played Bertie acting out a couple of play-formatted lines from the book. Then all the women got in front of the camera with our ARCs and squealed. Then, my dad, who had been watching, said, "now the men have to scream!" Well everyone thought that a grand idea, and so they dragged dad in with the other men present, and they all stood stoicly holding their copies of Lisa's book.

I took dad to the last bit of the Fairwood social, and even that went well. Dad's not one for crowds, but we ended up hanging out with Cami Miller in the otherwise empty bedroom, and talked about Worldcon. After an hour chilling in a side hall, we had dinner with Spencer and Chrissy. Everything went as marvelously as I could have hoped.

I keep learning stuff about my dad. He believes in ESP!