The laundry has piled disproportionately to length of time I’ve
been out of the house. I’ve forgotten how the oven works. The dog doesn’t
recognize me. Side effects of con-going. Worth it.
I owe a huge debt of gratitude to Matthew Johnson, who
always takes me under his wing at cons and introduces me to nice people. That’s
right, I DO know where he lives, but he doesn’t have to be so damn
accommodating. I bought your book, Matthew. I’ll have to get you to sign it.
I had to keep dipping out of Can-Con proceedings (and
ridiculously good panels) to actually write. And not completely fun writing,
either. Work-related writing. The entire museum universe has decided, all at
once, that I must produce text. By Monday. So be it.
Even so, I managed to sneak in a couple of panels, a beer
(thanks Chizine!), a quickly eaten meal at the con suite, and some great
conversations “on the margin” (as I was taught to say at International Branch).
Ups
·
Perfectly awesome panel on blog tours. I learned
so much. Thanks, Linda Poitevin.
·
Meeting a wonderful young man in the con suite,
who told me about his musician half-brother, what it was like to be 15 years
old, and how the mean kids from last year weren’t at school this year.
·
Panel on spirit possession/influence, in many
permutations. Insightful dialogue between panelists Kate Heartfield, DerekNewman-Stille, and Sean Moreland. Why you go to these things in the first
place.
·
Discussing feminism with Violette Malan. The
only thing that would have made it better was more coffee.
Downs
·
Missing Marie Bilodeau’s paper airplane
extravaganza. I had a cold, and it caught up with me. That’s not really an
excuse, because I know vodka would have straightened a great many things out.
·
Work interfering with life.
·
My bio didn’t make it to the panelist list on
the website. This makes me sad.
Thanks, con organizers. It’s a shit ton of work, so I hope
you (all) got to enjoy it.
