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I've been having a good Orycon. I've never been, and my usual con-mates (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
plunderpuss, kehrli and mikigarrison) aren't here, so it's a little unfamiliar. But there's still plenty of people I do know and was able to get to know better. I found plenty of people to glom on to. (And thank you all, for letting me cling.) I'm apparently at the point in my life where I'm forgoing panels. I've seen most everything already, and would only go because I wanted to watch a particular panelist. I only went to a few panels, and those were great.
davidlevine beat out Neal Stephenson to win the Endeavor Award on Friday. I like that the Endeavor Award seems to be one that isn't guaranteed to go to the biggest name.
Saturday was marred by the disappearance of my hoodie, aka, the only thing keeping me warm when I go outside. Lost and Found didn't have it, and a search of the room turned up nothing. I hoped that it was someplace stupid, where my things frequently vanish to. And sure enough, I found it this morning, wedged between a chair and the sliding glass door, nicely chilled.
Saturday was also marred by a distinctly bad night of sleep on the previous night. I couldn't get my mind to shut up, and kept waking fully from my half sleep every half hour. So Saturday I was a zombie for much of the day. But a nap and an awesome dinner withnisi_la later, I was up and running.
But otherwise, Saturday (and the other days) was great! I went to the "Jay Lake" reading, where our hospital-bound friend was played by several different people. The whole affair (which consisted of a HUGE room of people ALL OF WHOM wore Hawaiian shirts, each louder than the next) was being recorded, and this was marred (look, it's my favorite word of the post!) by a leak which dropped persistantly behind the readers. At one point, someone (Liz, who may or may not have an LJ) grew so sick of it, she went up to let the drips fall silently on her hands like Loki's wife. She stood there the whole time, her hands changing position when they grew too pruny.cscole came in late and honestly thought she was doing some kind of interpretive dance.
Meanwhile, another leak sprung back by the door. This one grew stronger and stronger, until finally the show ended and we all fled for our lives. I hope this isn't The Leak That Followed Elizabeth, since at World Fantasy, I was the one who discovered the column of water streaming from the second-floor swimming pool. (Maybe I just discovered a secondary leak, since supposedly the leak damaged the dealers room, which I was nowhere near. Suffice to say, I was taking a morning walk round the hotel when I though, "Listen, a fountain! Wait, there's no fountain in the hotel!")
plunderpuss, kehrli and mikigarrison) aren't here, so it's a little unfamiliar. But there's still plenty of people I do know and was able to get to know better. I found plenty of people to glom on to. (And thank you all, for letting me cling.) I'm apparently at the point in my life where I'm forgoing panels. I've seen most everything already, and would only go because I wanted to watch a particular panelist. I only went to a few panels, and those were great.davidlevine beat out Neal Stephenson to win the Endeavor Award on Friday. I like that the Endeavor Award seems to be one that isn't guaranteed to go to the biggest name. Saturday was marred by the disappearance of my hoodie, aka, the only thing keeping me warm when I go outside. Lost and Found didn't have it, and a search of the room turned up nothing. I hoped that it was someplace stupid, where my things frequently vanish to. And sure enough, I found it this morning, wedged between a chair and the sliding glass door, nicely chilled.
Saturday was also marred by a distinctly bad night of sleep on the previous night. I couldn't get my mind to shut up, and kept waking fully from my half sleep every half hour. So Saturday I was a zombie for much of the day. But a nap and an awesome dinner with
nisi_la later, I was up and running.But otherwise, Saturday (and the other days) was great! I went to the "Jay Lake" reading, where our hospital-bound friend was played by several different people. The whole affair (which consisted of a HUGE room of people ALL OF WHOM wore Hawaiian shirts, each louder than the next) was being recorded, and this was marred (look, it's my favorite word of the post!) by a leak which dropped persistantly behind the readers. At one point, someone (Liz, who may or may not have an LJ) grew so sick of it, she went up to let the drips fall silently on her hands like Loki's wife. She stood there the whole time, her hands changing position when they grew too pruny.
cscole came in late and honestly thought she was doing some kind of interpretive dance.Meanwhile, another leak sprung back by the door. This one grew stronger and stronger, until finally the show ended and we all fled for our lives. I hope this isn't The Leak That Followed Elizabeth, since at World Fantasy, I was the one who discovered the column of water streaming from the second-floor swimming pool. (Maybe I just discovered a secondary leak, since supposedly the leak damaged the dealers room, which I was nowhere near. Suffice to say, I was taking a morning walk round the hotel when I though, "Listen, a fountain! Wait, there's no fountain in the hotel!")
