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ellen_datlow ([personal profile] ellen_datlow) wrote2008-07-21 01:19 pm

A bit more on Readercon

Just catching up to lj friend posts and realized I need to at least say a bit more about Readercon (there WILL be pix)...I had a wonderful time but also realized after the fact (and even a little during) that I missed saying hello (or interacting more than saying hello to a few people I know from online groups--I apologize. I either didn't recognize you until too late or kept seeing you enroute to somewhere else that I was running late. Also, there were people I would have liked to have seen that I didn't (even though it's a very small space). Finally, I didn't say goodbye to many folks I would have liked to.

My panels went ok, although I wasn't totally delighted with any of them. They kept getting sidetracked off the center of the topic or avoided the topic completely. No one at fault, just a confluence of panel members, possibly differing agendas, or a misunderstanding of what the panel was supposed to cover.

I attended the 40 minutes movie of Tom Disch reading his 33 poems just after Charlie Naylor's death. He read well. It was "nice" to "see" him one last time. I wasn't as emotionally affected as I worried I'd be. I didn't stay for the discussion afterwards.

I drank too much and slept too little. I had panels at 10 am twice --couldn't use my laptop to fetch email because the hotel wanted to charge $10 a computer per day. I just used the free biz center downstairs to read and respond to the most important emails.

I have to put the photos up before Wed because that's when the Jackson Award fundraiser at KGB is and I'll be taking more photos there!

[identity profile] txtriffidranch.livejournal.com 2008-07-21 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, then we've got a plan for next year. Is it okay if, as part of the act, I bounce off a wall, take you down with a well-placed kick to the chest, and then bury a machete in your skull before you can start firing into the crowd? (Don't worry: they'll be props, complete with blood that goes SPEEEEEEERT in slow motion. The convention has a ban on costumes; it doesn't have a ban on theatrical makeup effects.)

[identity profile] scottedelman.livejournal.com 2008-07-22 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Go for it!

Of course, they'll then need to find a new con hotel for 2010, but it will be worth it for the spectacle.

[identity profile] txtriffidranch.livejournal.com 2008-07-22 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Any convention that doesn't resemble the last ten minutes of a Sam Peckinpah or George Romero film at least once during the weekend isn't worth attending.

[identity profile] scottedelman.livejournal.com 2008-07-23 03:07 pm (UTC)(link)
That reminds me of Sleaze Con, which was held in the '70s in a Wilmington, Delaware hotel about to be demolished. Attendees were invited to trash their rooms. Edie the Egg Lady from Pink Flamingos was a guest of honor.

Since my memory of this con is vague, I googled it, and this was all I could find, a mention in Mark Jacobson's book Teenage Hipster in the Modern World: From the Birth of Punk to the Land of Bush: Thirty Years of Apocalyptic Journalism:

Legs and I were in Wilmington, Delaware for the First Annual Sleaze Convention. Legs was the Con Special Guest Star. This owed to his then-inflating reputation for doing nothing much but drinking, eating in McDonald's, watching television, and reading comic books. Those days Leg's professed only goal in life was to sing the theme song from Eva Gabor's TV show Green Acres before a packed house at Madison Square Garden. He had also been known to take an elevator to the top of the Empire State Building, look out on a perfectly clear night, and say, "Wow, you can see Nathan's from here."


I'll bet you've already read this book. I feel a sudden urge to rush off and buy it now.

His stuff sounds like something you might have written.

[identity profile] ellen-datlow.livejournal.com 2008-07-23 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I know Legs (unless it's a different one)-I'm blanking on his last name, but he was friends with some of my OMNI colleagues.

[identity profile] scottedelman.livejournal.com 2008-07-23 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
The Legs referred to in the book is Legs McNeil.

Same Legs?

[identity profile] ellen-datlow.livejournal.com 2008-07-23 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
That's him!

[identity profile] txtriffidranch.livejournal.com 2008-07-23 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Boy howdy, this sounds like one of the Dallas Fantasy Fairs. The difference is that nobody involved with the Flimsy Fairs had anything approximating this sense of humor (save for wags noting the number of incredibly attractive women surrounding the convention chairman, especially when said women would leave him right after he'd paid for their breast implants), most of the guests did little other than eat at McDonald's and read comic books if they weren't trying to drink themselves to death, and the attendees most enthusiastic about trashing the hotel rooms were all members of convention security. I nearly got stomped in the elevator at one of these when I was asked by three hipsters "So what is it that you do that rates you a guest badge?" and they discovered that I worked for Film Threat Video Guide at the time: they apparently were still holding grudges for the first issue containing a "When Great Directors Start To SUCK" feature on David Lynch and Tim Burton, and never mind that I wasn't even a contributor when it was written.