Tuesday, August 29, 2006


All Cons are One Con

I'm home. Got in late last night after many, many hours spent in the Orange County airport yesterday (alternatively Santa Ana and John Wayne Airport, too, confusingly). Tried to read, gave up, and ended up staring into the middle distance for about ten hours, trying not to drool on myself. Which, in the final analysis, indicates I had a pretty good convention. But as I told anyone who asked in the final hours of the dead dog on Sunday night, I've come to the realization that All Cons Are One Con, and that I really can't even distinguish one from another. The cast of players changes slightly, from show to show, but the same conversations just roll on and on. Looking forward to the next iteration at World Fantasy Convention in Austin already.

Oh, and if you're like me and check out the blogs of people you've been hanging out with at conventions, hoping to see if you rate a mention in their convention posts or wrapups, then this is my special message for you: "Drinking/talking/eating/arguing with you was the highlight of the convention." And it was, too.

Special congratulations to John Scalzi on his Campbell win. In particular because I had money riding on him to win, and ended the evening with ten bucks of Garth Nix's money in my pocket.

Now I'm off to the grocery store, as the cupboards are bare, and I'm eager to eat something that isn't the Oasis Burger at the Hilton bar. Nine of them at nine meals in a row was just dandy, but I need a little variety in my diet.

Oh, man. I spent more time with you than with anyone at the con, and I just realized I never mentioned you in my con report at all.

Con fugue. Damn.
Dude, I thought you DID have some variety in your diet over there.

Newcastle beer, overpriced bottled tea, Newcastle beer, overpriced bottled tea, etc....with the occasional changeup pitch of mondo popcorn shrimp with mystery mashed potatoes....

I think that's the first meal where I've seen mashed potatoes used as an all-purpose adhesive...
Thanks, Chris. If you swing by the site, you'll note I'm giving you and Sarah Monette a special shoutout.
No sweat, Deanna. Sometimes I forget I was there, too...
Picacio, as I said at the time, just because something is edible, doesn't mean you should eat it. Hell, brother, I'm pretty sure that Elmer's glue is technically edible, but you don't see me squirting it on my cornflakes. Glue is glue.

My favorite aspect of the whole weekend was the fact that they refused to serve me regular old brewed iced tea, insisting that they only had these overpriced Republic of Tea numbers with the fruity flavors. Then, come Sunday, they tell me apologetically that I've drunk their entire stock of the stuff, and that they'll have to start serving me regular old brewed tea instead.

Hey, John (S.), thanks for the plug! And I'm ready and willing to take up the Campbell Diadem, in the event that you fall in the line of duty (and if Sarah who, you know, actually came in second, should decline the burden).
I'm never going to eat burger again. They cured me of that.
Hunting for free-range nicotine on Friday night across many (of the same) courtyards at the Hilton remains one of my fave con convos. It was great to meet you!
Tara, it was a pleasure to have you along on the Good Beer & Any Cigarette Will Do Expedition. Without you, I might have given up hope and stuck with Miller Genuine Draft and Milwaukee's Beast! Good luck with Jemcon, by the way. I expect to hear a full convention report when I run into you next.
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