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Live from TorCon!
Posting from a Linux machine (ooh! Linux! The guy in the starfleet shirt is explaining why they're better, too, it's very neat) in the Internet Lounge at Torcon. Have yet to see ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fairestcat or marnan or anybody other than iuliamentis, actually. Well, and I spotted Connie Willis in the dealer's room.
Have acquired an assortment of badges (didn't bring anything particularly fannish to wear, and I was feeling naked, so I had to buy something that would make people walk up to me and read my shoulders/chest...) including "Sam Will Kill Him if He Tries Anything," which turns out to be hard to explain, even to fen. Also "Never Follow a Rule Off a Cliff," because, yes, and some politicalish ones. And, in bright orange, "I was born weird. This terrible compulsion to behave normally is the result of childhood trauma."
Also have acquired a hot pink volunteer's ribbon, and spent an hour monitoring an entrance to be sure that everyone was wearing a Torcon badge. Unless of course they worked in the building. No one really told me *what* to do, and I felt like one of Dogberry's men in Much Ado About Nothing, asking how to execute the duties of the watch - He tells them to bid anyone stop in the prince's name, and Verges says [okay, fucking hell, the Linux machine is so clever I can't copy and paste] that if they will not stand when bidden, they are none of the prince's subjects, and the prince's watch should not trifle with them. So pretty much anybody who didn't have a badge was just presumed to be not a fan, not going to the con. But, hey, I might get a t-shirt out of the deal, if I keep it up!
This is my first time going to a con and not staying at a con hotel (just too broke, this year) and, wow. The hostel is pretty, um. Dismal? Interesting, would be the polite term.iuliamentis and I are sharing a double bed with plywood under the mattress and plastic under the sheets. The bathroom is thisbig, with no hooks or useful horizontal surfaces, and steps up to the teeny shower stall (steps! inside the bathroom! they're tiled, and wet by the time you're done showering! wheee!) and no soap at the sink. It is, officially, a funky adventure. Next time I think we're staying at the Holiday Inn.
Despite that, we're having a lovely time in Toronto - everyone seems very friendly (but especially Adrian at the Roots store, though our waiter Ashly at Everest would not be far behind) and applying to the U of T for grad school is sounding like a better idea all the time. Iulia's crazy people magnet is apparently turned up to 11 (the lady at Everest wants her to leave Bill alone! and some guy at some truck stop McDonald's was telling her about the vagaries of getting a driver's license in Ontario, a subject in which she has never expressed any interest...) but so far it's all been harmless craziness, of which we will probably see lots more this weekend.
Oddly enough, I'm getting some writing done, in the last 24 hours or so, and I'm looking very much forward to the 'dying is easy, humor is hard' panel, because that is so, so true. Maybe I can pick up some useful tips (though I suspect that Terry Pratchett is one of those people who's just funny, just because he is - but I'm happy to listen to him try to explain it.) And, hey, d'you think I should go to the 'I Want My Queer TV' panel? I'm not sure whether 'I sort of make my own' is a pov that's going to be represented...
fairestcat or marnan or anybody other than iuliamentis, actually. Well, and I spotted Connie Willis in the dealer's room.Have acquired an assortment of badges (didn't bring anything particularly fannish to wear, and I was feeling naked, so I had to buy something that would make people walk up to me and read my shoulders/chest...) including "Sam Will Kill Him if He Tries Anything," which turns out to be hard to explain, even to fen. Also "Never Follow a Rule Off a Cliff," because, yes, and some politicalish ones. And, in bright orange, "I was born weird. This terrible compulsion to behave normally is the result of childhood trauma."
Also have acquired a hot pink volunteer's ribbon, and spent an hour monitoring an entrance to be sure that everyone was wearing a Torcon badge. Unless of course they worked in the building. No one really told me *what* to do, and I felt like one of Dogberry's men in Much Ado About Nothing, asking how to execute the duties of the watch - He tells them to bid anyone stop in the prince's name, and Verges says [okay, fucking hell, the Linux machine is so clever I can't copy and paste] that if they will not stand when bidden, they are none of the prince's subjects, and the prince's watch should not trifle with them. So pretty much anybody who didn't have a badge was just presumed to be not a fan, not going to the con. But, hey, I might get a t-shirt out of the deal, if I keep it up!
This is my first time going to a con and not staying at a con hotel (just too broke, this year) and, wow. The hostel is pretty, um. Dismal? Interesting, would be the polite term.
iuliamentis and I are sharing a double bed with plywood under the mattress and plastic under the sheets. The bathroom is thisbig, with no hooks or useful horizontal surfaces, and steps up to the teeny shower stall (steps! inside the bathroom! they're tiled, and wet by the time you're done showering! wheee!) and no soap at the sink. It is, officially, a funky adventure. Next time I think we're staying at the Holiday Inn.Despite that, we're having a lovely time in Toronto - everyone seems very friendly (but especially Adrian at the Roots store, though our waiter Ashly at Everest would not be far behind) and applying to the U of T for grad school is sounding like a better idea all the time. Iulia's crazy people magnet is apparently turned up to 11 (the lady at Everest wants her to leave Bill alone! and some guy at some truck stop McDonald's was telling her about the vagaries of getting a driver's license in Ontario, a subject in which she has never expressed any interest...) but so far it's all been harmless craziness, of which we will probably see lots more this weekend.
Oddly enough, I'm getting some writing done, in the last 24 hours or so, and I'm looking very much forward to the 'dying is easy, humor is hard' panel, because that is so, so true. Maybe I can pick up some useful tips (though I suspect that Terry Pratchett is one of those people who's just funny, just because he is - but I'm happy to listen to him try to explain it.) And, hey, d'you think I should go to the 'I Want My Queer TV' panel? I'm not sure whether 'I sort of make my own' is a pov that's going to be represented...