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Back from Worldcon
Home again. I'm only beginning to catch up on sleep; the idiots doing construction near my house made a horrible crashy thump a bit before 7:30 this morning that my earplugs weren't enough to block.
It was a fun convention.
My concert went okay. I had less voice control than I should have; I really need to do more singing to keep in shape. The starting notes that I'd carefully worked out beforehand to make sure that everything was in a good range... didn't work at all.
My children's programming adventure, helping kids to make sock puppets, was mostly a waste of my time. We almost always had more adults than children there, and I generally felt that I wasn't getting into things -- I didn't have any strong inclination to interact with these completely unknown-to-me kids. My greatest contribution came when one child burned himself with a glue gun ("I know how to use a glue gun. I'm from London, we're all about glue guns there.") and after I got tired of him running around and yelling about it, I decided that I was going to make an ice pack for him and repeatedly nagged the "panel moderator" until she okayed it.
I was too tired for my Saturday-evening open filk, and abdicated from my "moderator" position a bit after midnight.
Only half of the panelists showed up for the Sunday-morning "Realism in SF" panel. We all agreed that though realism in SF was important, it was hard to define, and that the suggestion in the program-guide description (that SF had a "duty" to do realistic portrayals of things like global warming) was silly. Once we got that out of the way, we had a good discussion.
The Monday-noon workshop on filk song writing went well enough despite everyone seeming to be running out of steam.
A few pictures:
Googly-eyed brownies for the Making Lumiere party
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cadhla giving safe shelter to a couple of baby plush giant squid
My Winslow-cultist plush giant squid
Someone else's picture of me with the squid and its hat
It was a fun convention.
My concert went okay. I had less voice control than I should have; I really need to do more singing to keep in shape. The starting notes that I'd carefully worked out beforehand to make sure that everything was in a good range... didn't work at all.
My children's programming adventure, helping kids to make sock puppets, was mostly a waste of my time. We almost always had more adults than children there, and I generally felt that I wasn't getting into things -- I didn't have any strong inclination to interact with these completely unknown-to-me kids. My greatest contribution came when one child burned himself with a glue gun ("I know how to use a glue gun. I'm from London, we're all about glue guns there.") and after I got tired of him running around and yelling about it, I decided that I was going to make an ice pack for him and repeatedly nagged the "panel moderator" until she okayed it.
I was too tired for my Saturday-evening open filk, and abdicated from my "moderator" position a bit after midnight.
Only half of the panelists showed up for the Sunday-morning "Realism in SF" panel. We all agreed that though realism in SF was important, it was hard to define, and that the suggestion in the program-guide description (that SF had a "duty" to do realistic portrayals of things like global warming) was silly. Once we got that out of the way, we had a good discussion.
The Monday-noon workshop on filk song writing went well enough despite everyone seeming to be running out of steam.
A few pictures:
Googly-eyed brownies for the Making Lumiere party
cadhla giving safe shelter to a couple of baby plush giant squidMy Winslow-cultist plush giant squid
Someone else's picture of me with the squid and its hat
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