stephbg | Swancon Monday

On the final stretch now: the last day of Swancon. I wanted to see "A physicist's guide to the afterlife", but that extra hour of precious sleep won.

I caught the tail end of "Celebrating bad movies" by which time it had apparently become "Celebrating bad theatre", then moved on to the "Homework for Swancon 2010" session to learn more about Scott Sigler. I learned that I knew far more than the people doing the presentation, so fled and dropped in for the rest of "Sexuality in speculative fiction". No great surprises there, but I did find out why the ABC seemed so obsessed by it all, and the origin of the Klingon Condom comment.

Enjoyed "Apollo 11 turns 40 (but did it happen at all?)".

krjalk was a Dude as always and had an interesting presentation. I learned things, which is Good.

"Blade Attraction 4.0" put the quality back into swordfighting demonstrations, so all was well there. I had no trouble hearing, although visibility would still have been an issue only a few rows back.

Husband and I had planned to rendezvous at "Swancon QI" on the understanding that Husband was likely to be pulled out of the audience as a contestant. He was late, so I allowed myself (again) to be recruited by

harveystoat whereupon I demonstrated minimal knowledge of the history of print, but otherwise survived the experience intactish. I wasn't particularly keen, but nor was I afraid. Too tired, and not many people in the room. I was also under the impression that I was in a team :-)

I'm starting to have flashbacks to 1991; hang around comedians long enough and they make you do it too. I fear it's happening again *shudder*. Oh well, I should be safe for another year.

Then the closing ceremony. There is a technique to announcing and presenting awards; unfortunately I realised this after the event. Next time I'll remember to look up, say congratulations, smile, that sort of thing. Not firing on many cylinders at this point, but still, could have been better. I was afraid I'd give the wrong one to the wrong person.

And then, it was over. I captured my last stray bit of art show business, managed to squeeze in farewells to the guests, and hugs to (ex!-)committee and started the process of packing up. Had to pass on the final dinner, but it was a sensible decision.

From my rather skewed perspective it was the best con I'd ever been to. By the end I felt a little over-exposed but if I can keep out of

harveystoat's way I should be safe. He's very persuasive.

mynxii, you are pure evil.