It's finally over...
Mar. 10th, 2003 01:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doyleThe past weekend was spent at a small sci-fi convention that I was (technically) helping to organise. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
marymac, connorbeast and I were allegedly in charge of publications, which lead to many tantrums, screaming fits and smackdowns delivered to other committee members over the last couple of months. Still, aside from being gophers we didn't have much to do at the event itself, so we had time to enjoy ourselves.
Now, the tiny problem with that in my case:
1) it's a literary convention - guest of honour was Peter F. Hamilton.
2) I don't read sci-fi or fantasy, except the likes of Pratchett or Gaiman.
So the majority of the weekend was spent commandeering the video room and showing people the latest Buffy and Angel episodes. It's so much fun to watch the reaction of the unspoiled to the end of Calvary, and Storyteller seemed universally popular.
I did find the time to get to a few panels, and ended up co-chairing "Whose Bloodline is It Anyway", the vampires panel. Now, I was wearing my Buffy-and-Spike-in-a-heart t-shirt, which my two friends had already commented on.
Marymac: Nice shirt.
Connorbeast: Your breasts look enormous in that.
So naturally, it was wall to wall breast jokes for the rest of the weekend. Anyway, the guest on the vampire panel was a comic artist called Paul Holden (who's funny as hell), and the topic got onto vampire romances. We'd already been talking a bit about Buffy, and I made the slightly unfortunate statement "obviously I'd like these two together" re: my t-shirt. The Connorbeast started sniggering quietly, at which point Paul started in on the breast jokes too ("that Spike - he's a right tit"). Oh, and it turns out his fiancee is a Spuffy and redemptionista, so the panel more or less turned into The Spike Topic. It was fun.
The Connorbeast spent his time either pretending to have public sex with everyone - including guests, though Peter F escaped. Marymac had too much sugar and regressed to the age of four, a scary experience for everyone. Before the sugar was consumed, she managed my favourite statement of the con when Peter F Hamilton made the mistake of asking if he should bother seeing the movie Adaptation and she asked "do you really want to see Nicholas Cage masturbating?" Since we've never read any of his books, our single question for him was "what does the F stand for?" (It's Frazier. We can die happy with that knowledge.)
I need sleep.
marymac, connorbeast and I were allegedly in charge of publications, which lead to many tantrums, screaming fits and smackdowns delivered to other committee members over the last couple of months. Still, aside from being gophers we didn't have much to do at the event itself, so we had time to enjoy ourselves.Now, the tiny problem with that in my case:
1) it's a literary convention - guest of honour was Peter F. Hamilton.
2) I don't read sci-fi or fantasy, except the likes of Pratchett or Gaiman.
So the majority of the weekend was spent commandeering the video room and showing people the latest Buffy and Angel episodes. It's so much fun to watch the reaction of the unspoiled to the end of Calvary, and Storyteller seemed universally popular.
I did find the time to get to a few panels, and ended up co-chairing "Whose Bloodline is It Anyway", the vampires panel. Now, I was wearing my Buffy-and-Spike-in-a-heart t-shirt, which my two friends had already commented on.
Marymac: Nice shirt.
Connorbeast: Your breasts look enormous in that.
So naturally, it was wall to wall breast jokes for the rest of the weekend. Anyway, the guest on the vampire panel was a comic artist called Paul Holden (who's funny as hell), and the topic got onto vampire romances. We'd already been talking a bit about Buffy, and I made the slightly unfortunate statement "obviously I'd like these two together" re: my t-shirt. The Connorbeast started sniggering quietly, at which point Paul started in on the breast jokes too ("that Spike - he's a right tit"). Oh, and it turns out his fiancee is a Spuffy and redemptionista, so the panel more or less turned into The Spike Topic. It was fun.
The Connorbeast spent his time either pretending to have public sex with everyone - including guests, though Peter F escaped. Marymac had too much sugar and regressed to the age of four, a scary experience for everyone. Before the sugar was consumed, she managed my favourite statement of the con when Peter F Hamilton made the mistake of asking if he should bother seeing the movie Adaptation and she asked "do you really want to see Nicholas Cage masturbating?" Since we've never read any of his books, our single question for him was "what does the F stand for?" (It's Frazier. We can die happy with that knowledge.)
I need sleep.
