A bit more on Readercon

[ellen_datlow]

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!

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[txtriffidranch.livejournal.com]

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.