ChamBanaCon So Far
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filkertomThe story of the con, for me so far, has been lack of communication.
No, no, not what you're thinking at all. I'll explain.
The drive down was lovely -- overcast but no rain, not much traffic once I got past Chicago, nothing I couldn't handle before Chicago. Lovely. So was Thanksgiving Dinner at the Trupinskis'. (I never get enough of their glorious little girl Lily -- really, an adorable kid.) Everybody was gracious and pleasant, and they had Pepsi Throwback for me, and the turkey was particularly moist and tasty and I should've grabbed leftover to take with, and on Friday Tom brought me pieces of the pie I was too stuffed to eat Thursday, and yeah. Hung out for a few hours, got hugs from Lady Cheron and Barbara, Tom and I talked a lot of Skyrim.
The hotel was only four miles away, and so I went there Thursday night. Very nice. And I basically settled in. The only real problem is that the hotel's internet is... fussy. So I couldn't get online much either.
Anyway. Late Friday afternoon. Found Stevie Mac and Katy and Margaret out in the hallway -- fantastic. Big Bang Theory panel, except I haven't seen much of the show. We tried singing the theme without knowing the words, which got silly. Opening ceremonies 'n' stuff, some lovely con suite time with people I don't see much. Went back to the room for a bit, and got distracted and I actually missed the starting time of the poetry reading. But I got down there in time to [a] participate and [b] hear some lovely words by Author GOHs Drs. Geoffrey A. Landis and Mary Turzillo. Wonderful folks. I read "The Thing In The Crib" and "Hellraiser" and did "Hyperspace Cryogenic Insomnia Blues" and the Carmina Burana pun. All went well.
Then came the open filk, and that was a lovely couple of hours hanging out there, with Brenda and Bill and Phil and and and. I dragged out a few things I hadn't done in awhile, including a couple I rediscovered on the iPod while I was sitting there. Went to bed happy.
Woke up exhausted. 9:30 kaffeeklatsch breakfast after late night filk. After, I went back to the room, found that the internet was finally somewhat less fussy, and I lay down for an hour or so. Next thing I knew, it was 2:00, and housekeeping was knocking on the door. So I didn't surface yesterday until 3:00-ish, and I went straight to the business center to print off some lyrics for my set, which I had already determined would be Something Different.
Went down to the Dealer's Room, set up briefly, hung out with folks, very nice. Got packed up for my 5:00 concert, and who should be there but Moonwolf! He and Ann did a drive-by of the con. Yay!
I bobbled a few times during the set, but the energy was definitely there, and the crowd, and and and. Did LOTS of things I just don't do, including a couple of songs none of them had heard, such as "Hong Kong Denver" (which is what I decided to title the first parody on this page. Finished with "Shoggoth" and "307 Ale" and "Rocket Ride", and yeah.
Unfortunately, right after that my legs and back started to act up. I was just draggin'. I went to the room for the banquet, lugged myself up to the GOH table, and waited as folks filtered in. Stevie Mac showed me a brilliant lyric management program for your iThings called OnSong; I showed him Puzzle Quest and Dungeon Raid and Silene and ThumbJam.
The banquet itself was good, and I sat next to Ray Van Tilburg, whom I have known for years but don't know, y'know? So that was nice. And everybody did little speeches, except Ray who did a slideshow of his various works and designs -- great stuff. Dr. Mary paid tribute to Anne McCaffrey, and Dr. Geoffrey explained how to become a writer (by dropping the hobby of model rocketry) and we got goodie bags from the con (I have two huge mugs, a T-shirt, a number of rubber ducks engaged in cosplay, an inflatable squeaky hammer, and some Writer's Remedy fridge magnets [a cure for Writer's Block]).
After that I went back to the room, and I didn't feel good. Decided to lie down for a bit before the open filk.
And then it was 1:00. And I could barely move.
And then it was 3:00. And I had to move, my bladder insisted.
And now it's 8:30-ish. And, even though the con has been memorable and fun and I've seen a number of people I haven't seen in years, I feel as if I've been unintentionally hiding for most of the weekend. My hypothesis is that the fairly early breakfast following the Friday filk threw me off so badly that it basically ate Saturday.
I will not let it eat Sunday. There's more connin' to do. And my only priority for the day is to hang out, be visible, see people, and have fun. We're having a great time, and we wish you were here.
How's your weekend progressing?
No, no, not what you're thinking at all. I'll explain.
The drive down was lovely -- overcast but no rain, not much traffic once I got past Chicago, nothing I couldn't handle before Chicago. Lovely. So was Thanksgiving Dinner at the Trupinskis'. (I never get enough of their glorious little girl Lily -- really, an adorable kid.) Everybody was gracious and pleasant, and they had Pepsi Throwback for me, and the turkey was particularly moist and tasty and I should've grabbed leftover to take with, and on Friday Tom brought me pieces of the pie I was too stuffed to eat Thursday, and yeah. Hung out for a few hours, got hugs from Lady Cheron and Barbara, Tom and I talked a lot of Skyrim.
The hotel was only four miles away, and so I went there Thursday night. Very nice. And I basically settled in. The only real problem is that the hotel's internet is... fussy. So I couldn't get online much either.
Anyway. Late Friday afternoon. Found Stevie Mac and Katy and Margaret out in the hallway -- fantastic. Big Bang Theory panel, except I haven't seen much of the show. We tried singing the theme without knowing the words, which got silly. Opening ceremonies 'n' stuff, some lovely con suite time with people I don't see much. Went back to the room for a bit, and got distracted and I actually missed the starting time of the poetry reading. But I got down there in time to [a] participate and [b] hear some lovely words by Author GOHs Drs. Geoffrey A. Landis and Mary Turzillo. Wonderful folks. I read "The Thing In The Crib" and "Hellraiser" and did "Hyperspace Cryogenic Insomnia Blues" and the Carmina Burana pun. All went well.
Then came the open filk, and that was a lovely couple of hours hanging out there, with Brenda and Bill and Phil and and and. I dragged out a few things I hadn't done in awhile, including a couple I rediscovered on the iPod while I was sitting there. Went to bed happy.
Woke up exhausted. 9:30 kaffeeklatsch breakfast after late night filk. After, I went back to the room, found that the internet was finally somewhat less fussy, and I lay down for an hour or so. Next thing I knew, it was 2:00, and housekeeping was knocking on the door. So I didn't surface yesterday until 3:00-ish, and I went straight to the business center to print off some lyrics for my set, which I had already determined would be Something Different.
Went down to the Dealer's Room, set up briefly, hung out with folks, very nice. Got packed up for my 5:00 concert, and who should be there but Moonwolf! He and Ann did a drive-by of the con. Yay!
I bobbled a few times during the set, but the energy was definitely there, and the crowd, and and and. Did LOTS of things I just don't do, including a couple of songs none of them had heard, such as "Hong Kong Denver" (which is what I decided to title the first parody on this page. Finished with "Shoggoth" and "307 Ale" and "Rocket Ride", and yeah.
Unfortunately, right after that my legs and back started to act up. I was just draggin'. I went to the room for the banquet, lugged myself up to the GOH table, and waited as folks filtered in. Stevie Mac showed me a brilliant lyric management program for your iThings called OnSong; I showed him Puzzle Quest and Dungeon Raid and Silene and ThumbJam.
The banquet itself was good, and I sat next to Ray Van Tilburg, whom I have known for years but don't know, y'know? So that was nice. And everybody did little speeches, except Ray who did a slideshow of his various works and designs -- great stuff. Dr. Mary paid tribute to Anne McCaffrey, and Dr. Geoffrey explained how to become a writer (by dropping the hobby of model rocketry) and we got goodie bags from the con (I have two huge mugs, a T-shirt, a number of rubber ducks engaged in cosplay, an inflatable squeaky hammer, and some Writer's Remedy fridge magnets [a cure for Writer's Block]).
After that I went back to the room, and I didn't feel good. Decided to lie down for a bit before the open filk.
And then it was 1:00. And I could barely move.
And then it was 3:00. And I had to move, my bladder insisted.
And now it's 8:30-ish. And, even though the con has been memorable and fun and I've seen a number of people I haven't seen in years, I feel as if I've been unintentionally hiding for most of the weekend. My hypothesis is that the fairly early breakfast following the Friday filk threw me off so badly that it basically ate Saturday.
I will not let it eat Sunday. There's more connin' to do. And my only priority for the day is to hang out, be visible, see people, and have fun. We're having a great time, and we wish you were here.
How's your weekend progressing?
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Date: 2011-11-27 02:50 pm (UTC)I don't want to go to work tomorrow.
dropping the hobby of model rocketry
Date: 2011-11-27 03:10 pm (UTC)On another note:
Generally a good laid back holiday in Otsego, Michigan.
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Date: 2011-11-27 03:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-11-27 04:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-11-27 04:53 pm (UTC)On Friday I wandered the lanes for a couple of hours at Texas Ren Fest w/a friend & her daughter. Hey, any excuse to put on a long skirt, a corset, and get lots of hugs from handsome men.
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Date: 2011-11-27 05:13 pm (UTC)Glad the convention is going well for you.
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Date: 2011-11-27 05:41 pm (UTC)Now, I'm writing this and eating breakfast and it's solidly before noon, so I'll see you soon.
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Date: 2011-11-27 08:29 pm (UTC)Oddly, my entire career as an author revolved around model rocketry. and I essentially stopped being a writer when I (mostly) gave up the hobby of model rocketry.
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Date: 2011-11-27 08:46 pm (UTC)I've had a very good weekend getting to see some family I don't see enough of and getting back to my routine that Thanksgiving sort of jumbled up.
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Date: 2011-11-27 10:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-11-28 02:31 am (UTC)...Hi.
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Date: 2011-11-28 02:55 am (UTC)Strolling slowly 'round the con....
Sorry, couldn't help myself.
Tom Trumpinski
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Date: 2011-11-28 03:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-11-28 04:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-11-28 03:34 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-11-28 02:38 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-11-28 03:46 am (UTC)Work the rest of the weekend, busy despite the damp weather.
Monday is our day off together, so we're going to the Christkindlmarket in Daley Plaza to do a little shopping for family.
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Date: 2011-11-28 04:51 am (UTC)Great con
Date: 2011-11-29 04:49 am (UTC)Re: Great con
Date: 2011-11-30 07:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2011-11-30 07:17 pm (UTC)