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Saturday, May 13th, 2006

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Flipping My Wig
Although I got away from work an hour later than I wanted to and missed the BART train by 30 seconds, every other transit connection along the way went smoothly. I got out at Powell and walked up to Geary (buying a day pass along the way), and a 38L (limited stop) bus was just pulling up as I got to the bus stop. That got me fairly quickly up to the hotel, where I dumped my bags and cherylmorgan and I headed out. Walking down to the corner of Van Ness and O'Farrell, I saw a 49 bus one block away from us; we got on that and rode it down to Market, then went down into Muni and it was less than two minutes before a Mission Bay (Ballpark) train came along. So we got to the ballpark around 6 PM, and there were still wigs available. Yes, it was Orange Wig night; the wigs are actually orange with a black stripe down the middle. I understand that they ran out about 20 minutes later or so. Dave Gallaher took pictures. I'm going to have to upgrade to a paid account so I can add the icon pictures to my collection.

The game was not good. Giants lost to the hated Dodgers 6-1, and Barry did not hit the milestone home run. The Cha-Cha Bowl we had for dinner and the garlic fries were good, though.

Getting back to the hotel was easy. After making our way out of the park, we queued up for a Muni streetcar, which delivered us to Embarcadero. Coming out to street level, we were at the California cable car terminal, and a car rolled up just as we arrived, so we were able to get out of the cold and ride the car over the hill to the other terminal and the Holiday Inn Golden Gateway.

Eventually, we found the parties, and even though we'd left our badges in our hotel room, they let us in anyway because they recognized us. People reacted to us in our orange-and-black wigs with some shock. We said, "It's a horror convention, isn't it? At least I think we look horrible." They replied, "That's not exactly what we had in mind."

We hung around for an hour or so, but being orange, we needed to turn into pumpkins, and we headed back to our hotel. I needed to power up my computer to enter my expenditures into Quicken before I forgot them. I idly checked the available wireless networks. At least one of them is an open link not charging fees the way the hotel one is charging. On the down side, the signal strength is low to very low and it keeps dropping out, so I'd better hurry up and finish posting this before I lose the connection again. Besides, I need sleep!

Update, Saturday 14:25: Now with my new appropriate user pic, thankes to dave_gallaher

Current Mood: tired
I Have Seen the Future...
...of SF conventions and fandom, and it frightens me. Any of you who think I'm a lunatic for trying to do anything I can to drive down the cost of Worldcons and that $200 is a bargain for what it provides (I know it is, but how do you prove that to anyone who isn't already an insider), go look at this Journal and this one for a glimpse of what people really want.

Among the tidbits: regarding the local 400-person SF con, currently costing (Canadian)$50 at the door, one person in particular said that the most s/he would consider reasonable for an SF convention of that size would be $15, tops. Maybe $7.50 for a single day.

Here's another particularly depressing post:
Basing a convention around bringing people together to chat won't work anymore. It was fine in the eighties, but we have the Internet now. I can get together to "share my fandom" with people in Panama, Poughkeepsie, or Paraguay for, essentially, free.

I'm not sure where the "potluck" analogy came from, but I don't care for it. Not because it's not an apt simile for Con-Version's vision, because it is. Rather, because potlucks only succeed when every attendee does an equal amount of work. I don't want to do work in order to go to a con. If I wanted to do work, I would join the concom. I pay $50 to have work done FOR me. I give you money; you show me things.
I hate to sound like I'm grousing about the younger generation, but if this is really what the next generation of would-be fandom thinks, We Are Doomed.

Current Mood: depressed
Oh, the Horror!
My goodness, that ball game last night was so bad, our hair caught fire!

Current Mood: amused
WHC Saturday
I'm back in my hotel room in the Cathedral Hill Hotel where the wireless internet connection is wonky -- not the hotel's fault, as I'm leeching off what I can pick up from my third-floor room rather than paying $10/day for what the hotel provides. (Service is free and solid if not that fast from the Holiday Inn; yet another reason I wish I'd remembered to book early before the room block filled up.)

Anyway, I did enjoy myself a lot today at the WHC, despite having little interest in the program. I spent a good chunk of today sitting on the couch in the lobby chatting with people. I was happy to talk with Kim Newman for a few minutes and congratulate him in person for his Hugo Award nomination for Prix Victor Hugo. I saw the Art Show and Dealers Room, and bought a book of Kim's from Cargo Cult.

So the socializing has been good, and I haven't had to work that hard. But we turned in early because we must actually set an alarm tomorrow on account of having to check out of the hotel and be back at the Holiday Inn for the 10 AM WHC Board Meeting, where I'll be presenting Winnipeg's bid to host a future WHC.

Current Mood: happy

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