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Aug. 14th, 2006 10:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyAfter the adventure mentioned a couple posts ago, D and I drove out to Holyoke to a) visit our friends, and b) attend Pi-Con. God, the luxury of being able to stay with Stass and Heather, literally just five miles up the road from the con...that deserves its own post, but for now I'll just mention that 'Valley of the Dolls' is an awful, scarring movie, and I can't decide whether it got better or worse as the vodka kicked in.
Pi-Con was in its first year, and up against Pennsic, which makes me think they'll have much bigger crowds next year. This time around it was definitely a case of quality over quantity: great guests of honor who were very friendly and outgoing (watching Voltaire be puzzled by a button with '42' on it, and have the entire Douglas Adams phenomenon explained to him, was a gas), an excellent staff...and in two of the three panels I was in the panelists outnumbered the audience.
Which doesn't mean they weren't hellaciously fun, as were the other panels I attended(![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saraphina_marie has the type of personality that would make listening to her read 'Economist' articles from 1971 interesting), and judging from the comments in the Sunday morning con report ("The con would like to thank the hotel for the help it gave the con-goer who got stuck in the pond, first by getting her out, and then by providing her with dry clothes") the fun kept going long after I left.
Jacqueline Carey, I feel the need to note, has a face so familiar that when I first saw her, before I knew who she was, I had one of those "Was I in a class with this person? Did we do a play together? I KNOW her" moments. It bothered me the entire day, and I was driving back to the house before it hit me--she totally looks like the mom on 'Gilmore Girls'. It was very strange.
Also very strange was the wardrobe shift that gradually happened as the time grew closer to the Voltaire concert. By 8pm there were 300 goths, totally in black, filling the entire hallway waiting to be let into the performance--and one dweeb in a white 'Totoro' t-shirt smack dab in the middle of them, feeling about as out of place as a pig at a Purim party. (I only wanted to get to the rest room...)
Pi-Con was in its first year, and up against Pennsic, which makes me think they'll have much bigger crowds next year. This time around it was definitely a case of quality over quantity: great guests of honor who were very friendly and outgoing (watching Voltaire be puzzled by a button with '42' on it, and have the entire Douglas Adams phenomenon explained to him, was a gas), an excellent staff...and in two of the three panels I was in the panelists outnumbered the audience.
Which doesn't mean they weren't hellaciously fun, as were the other panels I attended(
saraphina_marie has the type of personality that would make listening to her read 'Economist' articles from 1971 interesting), and judging from the comments in the Sunday morning con report ("The con would like to thank the hotel for the help it gave the con-goer who got stuck in the pond, first by getting her out, and then by providing her with dry clothes") the fun kept going long after I left.Jacqueline Carey, I feel the need to note, has a face so familiar that when I first saw her, before I knew who she was, I had one of those "Was I in a class with this person? Did we do a play together? I KNOW her" moments. It bothered me the entire day, and I was driving back to the house before it hit me--she totally looks like the mom on 'Gilmore Girls'. It was very strange.
Also very strange was the wardrobe shift that gradually happened as the time grew closer to the Voltaire concert. By 8pm there were 300 goths, totally in black, filling the entire hallway waiting to be let into the performance--and one dweeb in a white 'Totoro' t-shirt smack dab in the middle of them, feeling about as out of place as a pig at a Purim party. (I only wanted to get to the rest room...)
