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Arisia 2005 Con Report
All in all, a great con. But first, a little background for those who haven't read my 15 previous Arisia reports.
Background:
The first Arisia was the first con I ever went to, and I have never missed one since...that's since 1990, which means that this is the 16th Arisia I've been to. My old friend Lois (she's not currently on LJ, unfortunately) brought me to that first one; I was nervous, but obviously I liked it. Even that first year we were program participants, of a sort. We had an amateur video for the amateur video contest. Won an award, as I recall.
We went on with amateur videos for several years, encountering various degrees of cooperation and difficulty from the staff. In the most memorable year, we had been promised that there would be some sort of contest or at least a show, but it was never scheduled. The guy who'd promised us a show was also hosting the Masquerade that year.
When the Masquerade half-time started Lois said "Come on!", grabbed my hand, and we ran down the side of the hall. In through the hotel's kitchen (the kitchen staff stared in amazement), found our way somehow to the entrance to the backstage area, through the large door marked STAGE - DO NOT ENTER in big red letters, past the people who tried to stop us, the stage lights dazzling us, the audience visible past the host standing at the podium...
...and Lois came up behind the host like an avenging angel.
No, she didn't kill him.
But she did grab him and hiss in the most intense way I've ever heard that he had better keep his promise.
It seemed to shake him, because he immediately announced a time for the amateur video competition to the audience and apologized for not having done so earlier. (He actually apologized several more times throughout the con, and even the next year. He really wasn't a bad guy at all, just overworked like most Arisia staff.)
A few years later I got involved in doing panels. My primary areas of expertise were amateur press, amateur video, and roleplaying games, of course. But despite initial fears I soon found that I really enjoyed public speaking, and that what's more, I was pretty good at it; I could come up with funny ad-libs and get an audience to laugh. And since I'm a bibliophile and polymath with a trick memory, I was able to do panels on a wide variety of subjects.
Before long Arisia was the high point of my year. I even dream about the con regularly, strange as that might sound.
Okay, just in case this is anyone's first encounter with me: I do have a life. I'm happily married, have a three-year-old red-headed son that is the pride of my life, and have many other interests. It's just that...at the con, I can wear white tie and tails, and look great. I can get audiences to laugh, to ask questions, to get excited. I wear a ribbon, and I'm a VIP (although unlike some, I'm not an asshole about it). For those 48 hours or so I'm a minor celebrity, and I like it.
Nor do I think that's anything to be ashamed of.
Anyway, for the past three years there were...problems. For various reasons I missed large chunks of Arisia, could not wear fancy dress or go dancing, had to deal with unexpected disasters, etc. I won't go into why, but the situation was quite unfair. I was upset, friends were upset...it was a bad situation.
Mind you, in all that time I only missed ONE panel, and I was able to give Programming substantial warning on that one. But I didn't get to do a lot of the things I enjoyed, see the friends that I only got to see once a year...I just can't tell you how much it all sucked.
So this year, things had to be different. But there were already problems: for the first time in a decade I was too poor to afford a hotel room (thank you, George W. Bush - nice to know that the richest 1% have their tax cut). I could sleep at my parents' place in Brookline, but it sucks to not be in the hotel. It also sucks to not be able to afford food, or to go shopping at the con, or do the breakfast buffets with my friends (a longstanding Arisia tradition for us), etc.
Teri (my wife) was committed to volunteering at an animal shelter on Saturday, and would not be able to come. She's not really a member of that curious subculture which falls under the heading of "fan", though, so she wasn't too disappointed. On the other hand...well, no point in complicating things further. She wouldn't be coming up to sleep in Brookline.
Another complication was taking care of my son, Sebastian. If I had my choice he and Teri would both be at the con with me, and Sebastian would be in a cool costume that Teri made for him: here's a photo from two years ago.
It was all very complicated, and not at all promising. Read previous entries in my journal if you're insane enough to want more details.
Okay, hold it. This report is going to be pretty huge. There are a bunch of pictures and lots and lots of my patented babbling. So here's an lj-cut.
Pre-Con:
There was one pre-con disappointment. I'd been fairly active on the Programming email list, suggesting panels: to my amazement, most of my ideas were used. But the most amazing of all was the RuneQuest panel, something I'd suggested for years but that was never accepted.
Until now, that is.
But there had been some glitch (there's always a glitch when it comes to me), and for some reason I'd been left off of all the panels I'd suggested and requested except one, fan website design. My RuneQuest site has been #1 on Google for more than two years now, so being left off the RuneQuest panel was really bizarre!
The problem was soon fixed, though. I emailed Programming, and was put back on four panels, including the RQ one. Stoked, I put a couple of announcements out on RQ-related mailing lists. I also wrote to Chaosium, asking them if there was anything they'd like me to include in the panel about their new Deluxe Roleplaying System, which is RuneQuest in everything but name.
It was therefore inevitable that the RuneQuest panel be cancelled shortly thereafter, I guess. A lack of space was the reason I was given, but I did notice that there were quite a few panel rooms empty during regular panel hours throughout the con. Perhaps there was a legal or contractual issue with the hotel, but it was a little hard to take - particularly since there were less than half as many gaming-related panels this year compared to past Arisias.
Friday:
The con started Friday, and was supposed to go through Sunday afternoon. Wednesday I started feeling sick. Thursday I was in hell; a vicious head cold, with sinus pain like you wouldn't believe. Friday morning Teri gave me Tylenol sinus allergy pills, and I stayed in bed for an extra three hours; by the time I woke up, I felt human. At which point I talked things over with Teri, and realized that taking the 5:27 PM train would be risky. But the only alternative was to pack in ten minutes and take the 10:53AM train instead.
Which I did. I'm a fast packer.
I made it into the hotel before 1pm; that's quite early, and there weren't many people around. So I hung around for a while and scouted out the territory.
Registration
Years ago there were sometimes problems at Registration. Not so this year, possibly because I was there so early. Programming Ops wasn't open yet. Later, I ran into Rich Staats (aka Dr. Games) at Registration; we only had a few minutes, but it was great to see him.
Later I ran into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unquietsoul5 and his wife Kiralee, and had dinner with them; it felt so good to talk with members of the clan! To clarify, by "clan" in this case I mean science fiction/fantasy people. If I were a decade or two older and spoke Fannish regularly, I'd say that I'd been FAFIAted for years.
Friday, 9PM Panel: Fredric Brown, Forgotten Great
My 9pm panel was about the science fiction/mystery author Fredric Brown. The panel had been suggested by me, as were a surprising number of the panels this year; I was mildly shocked to see how many panels this year had been suggested by me (they even used the descriptions I’d written up). There were ten at a minimum, although looking back there are others that might also have been mine; I'm not sure.
I'm always a little nervous about author panels. For one thing, I'm usually the least qualified person on the panel. And what are we supposed to say? "X was a great writer, go try him/her"...and then what? Plus, often the audience have all already read that author, and are fans. So what can I say that will interest them?
Fortunately I have a couple of arrows in my quiver: my odd memory, and my ability to research. There have been times when I've winged panels, and they often go quite well, but I'm much happier if I get a chance to research the topic, print up some notes, perhaps even a handout for the audience. At the least, I'd like a chance to sit for half an hour or so to think about the subject, and make notes of talking points. That can be a lifesaver.
But I tend to underestimate myself, or something. I know stories and facts about authors, and I always figure that everyone who's interested already knows them. But often they don't! And at the Fredric Brown: Forgotten Great panel that turned out to be the case once again. I was lucky to have two steady, skilled co-panelists, both of whom were published authors, and that was a big help too. We had 8 people in the audience, which was respectable and maybe even surprising for a Friday night panel on an obscure subject.
It helped that Lois was in the audience. In several cases she helped the panel by feeding us useful questions. I've noticed that there are two kinds of questions from the audience in panels: one kind is an excuse for the questioner to tell a story about themselves, and the other is, well, a real question.
Which brings me to the first of my quotes from the con, whispered to Lois during a different panel. An audience member was demonstrating a Type A question; she was going on and on about her own opinions and experiences, and wasn't anywhere NEAR a question for the panelists.
The panel done, I headed out for my parents' place. I would need to wake up early, drive down to Rhode Island, pick up Sebastian before 9:30am, and come back up the same morning. I needed sleep!
Saturday
Up in the morning, down to Rhode Island, a quick shower at home, and back up with Sebastian. The news was that a nor'easter or blizzard was coming, but it might be pushed out to sea; if not, we could be looking at 14-18 inches of snow. Fortunately the schedule was such that Sebastian and I were safely in Boston by then.
I hung out with Sebastian for a while at my parents' place, and then hopped on the Green line to get to the con. For the next few hours I did as much as I could without money; hung out with friends, spent time in the Green Room (outstanding food this year once again), and sat in on a panel or two. My two panels were scheduled for 5 and 6pm that afternoon; I was quite looking forward to them. After that, I wasn't sure what to do; the news reports indicated that the storm was going to be worse than expected.
(I should mention that I was using saline, taking Tylenol Sinus, and sucking on vitamin C drops throughout the con. The worst of my symptoms were gone by Friday, though.)
Back at the con, I hooked up again with Lois. We walked around a bit, looked in on the Green Room…it was kind of like the old days. I mentioned that I didn’t know what I would do after my last panel ended at 7pm, so Lois suggested that I help her with her entry for the Masquerade. I was kind of nervous about the thought of going into the Masquerade Green Room, though, so I left that tentative.
Saturday, 5PM panel: Party Origin Stories
The 5pm panel was one that I was really looking forward to. It was one that I was totally qualified to be on, because it was about a concept that I created: Party Origin Scenarios. I’d printed out a lot of copies of the original article that I’d written for Interregnum to use as a handout for the audience.
woodwardiocom was moderating. One of these years I really must spend a con tracking him from panel to panel and taking notes; he’s a damned good moderator. Better than me, for sure.
In this case he needed to be, because it was a difficult situation. I was exploding with ideas, and had done a lot of work on the subject; as a result I, well, I fear that I was not a good panelist. I couldn't help talking, you see; everything anyone said was already covered in my article in some way, and I was excited.
Now I'm embarrassed.
Still, I think overall it was a good panel. The 13 people in the audience seemed to enjoy it, and a few audience members came up afterwards to thank us for doing it. I also noticed that nobody had left their copy of the article behind.
Incidentally, I'd put out the extra copies of that article on the FREE rack, along with a copy of "The GameMaster's Hall of Shame" and the Pete's RQ! flier. I don't know if it means anything, but the Origin Scenario articles went the fastest; true, there were fewer of them, but I suspect that they went quickly because they were the only multi-page handout.
Saturday, 6PM panel: Cordwainer Smith
The next panel was about the author Cordwainer Smith. This had been a staple of Arisia for years, and I'd been on it almost every time; for some reason it was always more successful than I expected it to be, although that makes no sense at all.
For the past two years it hadn't been scheduled, but once again I urged Programming to have one, and this time they agreed. There were three panelists, and twelve people in the audience, which I think is pretty respectable for a literary panel. I'd expected that someone from NESFA Press would be on the panel, but there wasn't. Nonetheless, it went really well.
I don't remember if I said this during the CS panel, but I might as well stick it here. As the panel began I heard jingling sounds from the hallway.
Actually, I don't dislike Morris dancers. My mouth just can't resist a good joke.
My panels done, I ran over to the Green Room - and I will take a moment here to say that the people who run the Green Room once again were AWESOME. Great food, and a great atmosphere! I particularly love the Italian meatballs, because that guarantees me a source of hot food that I will like for the entire con. I basically live on meatball sandwiches during Arisia.
The Masquerade
After that, I wasn't sure what to do. Lois had asked me to come and help her in the Masquerade Green Room; she was doing a costume again this year, a new version of the riding bird that had gotten an honorable mention last year. On the one hand, I was curious. The costumer's green room is one of the few parts of Arisia that I've never seen. On the other hand, I was nervous; I strongly suspected that I'd be stopped at the door. Some volunteers get a bit over-officious when they're handed a bit of power (like being in charge of security at a door), and I tend to over-react massively when I encounter something like that. Deep in my bones, I hate authority. I admit it: I'm not really rational on the subject.
On the gripping hand, I was still sick. The medication was helping, but going back to my parents' place and going to sleep early had a certain appeal.
But this was Arisia - it only comes once a year! And something told me that I should go ahead and try something new. So I headed over to the Terrace room.
Fortunately no one was watching the door. Nonetheless I stood in the entranceway and looked for Lois. I saw her just before she spotted me, and she came over and grabbed me.
Wow! The Masquerade Green Room is cool. There were some outstanding costumes there, including some gorgeous women dressed in costumes from the original Star Trek! My favorite. And there was a Kirk, too. Plus a lot of other costumes, many of them really cool. I'd never had such a great view of the costumes before.
Lo's costume looked...well...I thought it looked kind of ragged. She told me that a little while ago the workmanship judge had walked up, looked her over, and just sneered. She was a bit upset.
I could understand that. Close up, the bird definitely needed a bit of work. There were flaps of loose cloth here and there; she'd safety-pinned things as best she could, but it needed work. There were loose threads all over. And the illusion of legs didn't look right, either. The fake thighs looked much too thin, and the legs were somehow a little off. She needed more padding and some re-pinning.
I surprised myself by jumping into action. We added padding in her "legs", and re-pinned things. I found some scissors and started snipping away the many loose threads. Another costumer, a really nice guy, helped out too; he started giving her advice on how to change her walk, to make it more birdlike. As soon as he brought up the subject I saw what he meant, and gave her some tips too. Then we did some quick practice.
Meanwhile the other costumer (I wish I knew his name) grabbed some string and we made a quick set of reins for the bird. By the time we were done, Lois looked a lot better. Here's a picture of her in the Green Room.
Unfortunately I didn't have the nerve to ask anyone else if I could take their picture. It's a pity, because I'd have loved a few pictures of Kirk's Accessories.
I watched Lois go on stage on the monitor in the Masquerade Green Room. The first camera shot was at an odd angle, but she actually looked very good indeed; she'd captured the bird style of walking perfectly. The picture was blurry, but the riding illusion seemed to work well. The sound (jungle noises, I believe) worked well too; Lois is really good with sound. The voice-over announcement was read by the host, and it was kind of an "up yours" to the workmanship judge. Rather than give a story about the bird and its rider, it talked about the bird being a soft sculpture designed for transportation. It finished with "Is there an award for the best use of safety pins? This contestant hopes to carry that one away!" The applause didn't sound thunderous over the monitor, but then, nothing did.
Eventually Lois came back, but we didn't stay there for too long. The children in the room rushed over; for some reason they couldn't resist her costume. They asked her questions about the bird (most of them impossible to answer), and played with her "feet". One robust little girl in particular kept kicking Lois in the face with her own "foot" - again and again and again and again. After a while we decided to head over to the auditorium. We stayed near the front, to one side, mostly out of view. We were both pretty sure that she wouldn't win anything. Privately, I estimated the odds at 80% that she wouldn't win anything, and 20% that she might win "Best Use of Safety Pins" if the judges had a sense of humor. As one award after another for the Novice category was announced and she didn't win, that 80/20 changed to 99/1.
All that was left was the Best In Class for novices...which she won! We were both totally stunned and shocked.
Here's a photo of Lois up on the stage after receiving the award.
My guess is that the illusion worked better at a distance. And the workmanship judge must have been outvoted.
Here's a photo of more winners, including the Star Trek girls:
We strolled around a little, and then hung around at Lois' room watching the rebroadcast of the Masquerade. During one presentation...okay, this is going to be a little dicey.
Sometimes I find myself saying really cruel but really funny things, okay? And this was one of those times. With my luck the person in question is going to read this and get her feelings hurt, and then I'll feel bad.
Which reminds me of an old story. Yes, this is a digression, but so what? It's my journal, after all!
Anyway, one of the entries in the Masquerade was...a dress. A brown dress. A DULL brown dress. I'm sure that the craftsmanship was truly exquisite, but...a dress?
So I said:
Lois cracked up. Which is, incidentally, the standard I've used to decide whether or not to box a quote here: whether or not it got a laugh.
Anyway, around 10:30 or so I decided to brave the storm and go to Brookline to sleep.
The blizzard was amazing. Snow was blasting everywhere, but fortunately it had warmed up a little . That morning the temperature had been nine below zero (-22 Centigrade), but now it was right at the freezing point - which is, of course, the most dangerous and productive temperature for snow and ice.
When I got to the condo I had a small surprise: my father was sleeping in the guestroom, where I expected Sebastian to be. And I was sure that meant that Sebastian was sleeping with my mother in the big bed. That boy does tend to kick and shove in his sleep.
There wasn't really space for me to sleep next to my father, so I curled up on the much-too-short couch and tried to sleep. Half an hour later my father woke up and straightened everything out, sort of. He and my mother took the guestroom bed, and Sebastian and I took the big bed. I was too tired to object.
Sunday
Sebastian woke up just before 6am. We hung around for a few hours, but I had a panel at noon that day. There was more than two feet (0.6m) of snow on the ground, and more was coming down at a furious rate, but the Green Line trolleys were still running, albeit much less often than usual.
So I trudged out into the blizzard.
It wasn't that bad, actually. Not too cold, and although the wind was blowing pretty strongly, it wasn't painful to exposed skin. My face got a bit numb, but that was about it.
But the snow was so high that it was actually well above the height of the rails. Trains had obviously been showing snow off the tracks with their undercarriages. As I got to the trolley stop, I saw a guy who for no reason that I could see was standing in the middle of the tracks, staring into the distance.
Not being crazy, I decided to wait in the trolley stop shelter instead. At least that offered a small roof over my head, although there was no door. The wind was gusting through the small gap around the bottom of the floor and blowing a snowdrift upward...it was quite strange to see. Here's what it looked like:
That's a bench on the left, covered with about a foot and a half of snow.
Eventually the trolley arrived (the track-stander having joined me in the shelter), and I clambered on.
My memory of Sunday is a little hazy. I hung out withunquietsoul5 for quite a while; then we ran into Rich Staats. Rich and I did a panel together.
Sunday, 12 noon panel: Introduction to Fan Web Design
The less said about this one the better; I did a shameful job as moderator, I am sorry to say. On the other hand, there were only six or seven people in the audience, at most. I hope they got something useful out of the panel. At least from the handout, if nothing else.
Sunday I did something a little unusual for me: I sat in the audience of a panel. I'd asked to be on this one, but was told by Programming that they were trying to gender-balance it. I wasn't willing to have a sex change operation just to be on a panel.
The panel was Hey Babe, What's Your LJ-Name?. Great panel, extremely well moderated by the ever-reliablewoodwardiocom (unquietsoul5 was on the panel too), and simply jammed to the gills - I'd bet that there were at least fifty people there, and it was standing room only.
But there wasn't enough time to really get into things. There were a number of really interesting and provocative comments from the panel (and even some from the audience), but they only skimmed the surface; there just wasn't time to discuss the subject properly. The Six Apart takeover wasn't even discussed, nor the Great LJ Outage!
It was also clear that a lot of people there would have really liked to exchange LJ names, presumably to enlarge their friends lists, but again, there wasn't time. Next year I'll suggest a LiveJournal mixer to Programming. We'll see what happens.
After that, I pretty much hung out withunquietsoul5 and Lois in the Green Room. Lo was stranded, because Greyhound had shut down; the police were in the hotel lobby, stopping anyone who wanted to drive. I soon realized that there was no way that Sebastian and I could get home safely, even by train.
So late that afternoon I headed out (Lois figured she could crash somewhere, but if not, I told her to come over to my parents' place). The snow was so deep that the stairs down to the train station were invisible; they were just a huge steep slide of snow. But I made it there, and then to Brookline, and passed a peaceful evening and night with Sebastian and my parents. The next day Sebastian and I took the trolley to the train, and after a long slow ride (all the trains were running 30 minutes or more late), we got to the station, where Teri was waiting for us.
And safely drove us home.
Oh, one thing: this was the first Arisia in many years at which I didn’t see Matt Saroff. I also didn't see dobie (does he have a LiveJournal?). Here's hoping I see them next year.
Almost forgot: here are some photos of the blizzard, and our ride home on the train.
A shot from the trolley on Sunday. Notice that the snow is up to the tops of the benches.
Someone taking a sled ride down Beacon Street in Brookline, which would not normally be possible. I also saw some skiers and snowboarders, but couldn't get the camera out in time.
A view from the train. Kinda dramatic, huh? That's the Gillette World Shaving Headquarters building on the left side. Of course, a week later they announced that they were being acquired by Procter & Gamble.
Sebastian and Harry Bear. Next year I hope to bring Sebastian to the con, in a costume if at all possible. I think he'd enjoy it. We might even enter the Masquerade together!
Background:
The first Arisia was the first con I ever went to, and I have never missed one since...that's since 1990, which means that this is the 16th Arisia I've been to. My old friend Lois (she's not currently on LJ, unfortunately) brought me to that first one; I was nervous, but obviously I liked it. Even that first year we were program participants, of a sort. We had an amateur video for the amateur video contest. Won an award, as I recall.
We went on with amateur videos for several years, encountering various degrees of cooperation and difficulty from the staff. In the most memorable year, we had been promised that there would be some sort of contest or at least a show, but it was never scheduled. The guy who'd promised us a show was also hosting the Masquerade that year.
When the Masquerade half-time started Lois said "Come on!", grabbed my hand, and we ran down the side of the hall. In through the hotel's kitchen (the kitchen staff stared in amazement), found our way somehow to the entrance to the backstage area, through the large door marked STAGE - DO NOT ENTER in big red letters, past the people who tried to stop us, the stage lights dazzling us, the audience visible past the host standing at the podium...
...and Lois came up behind the host like an avenging angel.
No, she didn't kill him.
But she did grab him and hiss in the most intense way I've ever heard that he had better keep his promise.It seemed to shake him, because he immediately announced a time for the amateur video competition to the audience and apologized for not having done so earlier. (He actually apologized several more times throughout the con, and even the next year. He really wasn't a bad guy at all, just overworked like most Arisia staff.)
A few years later I got involved in doing panels. My primary areas of expertise were amateur press, amateur video, and roleplaying games, of course. But despite initial fears I soon found that I really enjoyed public speaking, and that what's more, I was pretty good at it; I could come up with funny ad-libs and get an audience to laugh. And since I'm a bibliophile and polymath with a trick memory, I was able to do panels on a wide variety of subjects.
Before long Arisia was the high point of my year. I even dream about the con regularly, strange as that might sound.
Okay, just in case this is anyone's first encounter with me: I do have a life. I'm happily married, have a three-year-old red-headed son that is the pride of my life, and have many other interests. It's just that...at the con, I can wear white tie and tails, and look great. I can get audiences to laugh, to ask questions, to get excited. I wear a ribbon, and I'm a VIP (although unlike some, I'm not an asshole about it). For those 48 hours or so I'm a minor celebrity, and I like it.
Nor do I think that's anything to be ashamed of.
Anyway, for the past three years there were...problems. For various reasons I missed large chunks of Arisia, could not wear fancy dress or go dancing, had to deal with unexpected disasters, etc. I won't go into why, but the situation was quite unfair. I was upset, friends were upset...it was a bad situation.
Mind you, in all that time I only missed ONE panel, and I was able to give Programming substantial warning on that one. But I didn't get to do a lot of the things I enjoyed, see the friends that I only got to see once a year...I just can't tell you how much it all sucked.
So this year, things had to be different. But there were already problems: for the first time in a decade I was too poor to afford a hotel room (thank you, George W. Bush - nice to know that the richest 1% have their tax cut). I could sleep at my parents' place in Brookline, but it sucks to not be in the hotel. It also sucks to not be able to afford food, or to go shopping at the con, or do the breakfast buffets with my friends (a longstanding Arisia tradition for us), etc.
Teri (my wife) was committed to volunteering at an animal shelter on Saturday, and would not be able to come. She's not really a member of that curious subculture which falls under the heading of "fan", though, so she wasn't too disappointed. On the other hand...well, no point in complicating things further. She wouldn't be coming up to sleep in Brookline.
Another complication was taking care of my son, Sebastian. If I had my choice he and Teri would both be at the con with me, and Sebastian would be in a cool costume that Teri made for him: here's a photo from two years ago.
It was all very complicated, and not at all promising. Read previous entries in my journal if you're insane enough to want more details.
Okay, hold it. This report is going to be pretty huge. There are a bunch of pictures and lots and lots of my patented babbling. So here's an lj-cut.
Pre-Con:
There was one pre-con disappointment. I'd been fairly active on the Programming email list, suggesting panels: to my amazement, most of my ideas were used. But the most amazing of all was the RuneQuest panel, something I'd suggested for years but that was never accepted.
Until now, that is.
But there had been some glitch (there's always a glitch when it comes to me), and for some reason I'd been left off of all the panels I'd suggested and requested except one, fan website design. My RuneQuest site has been #1 on Google for more than two years now, so being left off the RuneQuest panel was really bizarre!
The problem was soon fixed, though. I emailed Programming, and was put back on four panels, including the RQ one. Stoked, I put a couple of announcements out on RQ-related mailing lists. I also wrote to Chaosium, asking them if there was anything they'd like me to include in the panel about their new Deluxe Roleplaying System, which is RuneQuest in everything but name.
It was therefore inevitable that the RuneQuest panel be cancelled shortly thereafter, I guess. A lack of space was the reason I was given, but I did notice that there were quite a few panel rooms empty during regular panel hours throughout the con. Perhaps there was a legal or contractual issue with the hotel, but it was a little hard to take - particularly since there were less than half as many gaming-related panels this year compared to past Arisias.
Friday:
The con started Friday, and was supposed to go through Sunday afternoon. Wednesday I started feeling sick. Thursday I was in hell; a vicious head cold, with sinus pain like you wouldn't believe. Friday morning Teri gave me Tylenol sinus allergy pills, and I stayed in bed for an extra three hours; by the time I woke up, I felt human. At which point I talked things over with Teri, and realized that taking the 5:27 PM train would be risky. But the only alternative was to pack in ten minutes and take the 10:53AM train instead.
Which I did. I'm a fast packer.
I made it into the hotel before 1pm; that's quite early, and there weren't many people around. So I hung around for a while and scouted out the territory.
Registration
Years ago there were sometimes problems at Registration. Not so this year, possibly because I was there so early. Programming Ops wasn't open yet. Later, I ran into Rich Staats (aka Dr. Games) at Registration; we only had a few minutes, but it was great to see him.
Later I ran into
unquietsoul5 and his wife Kiralee, and had dinner with them; it felt so good to talk with members of the clan! To clarify, by "clan" in this case I mean science fiction/fantasy people. If I were a decade or two older and spoke Fannish regularly, I'd say that I'd been FAFIAted for years.Friday, 9PM Panel: Fredric Brown, Forgotten Great
My 9pm panel was about the science fiction/mystery author Fredric Brown. The panel had been suggested by me, as were a surprising number of the panels this year; I was mildly shocked to see how many panels this year had been suggested by me (they even used the descriptions I’d written up). There were ten at a minimum, although looking back there are others that might also have been mine; I'm not sure.
I'm always a little nervous about author panels. For one thing, I'm usually the least qualified person on the panel. And what are we supposed to say? "X was a great writer, go try him/her"...and then what? Plus, often the audience have all already read that author, and are fans. So what can I say that will interest them?
Fortunately I have a couple of arrows in my quiver: my odd memory, and my ability to research. There have been times when I've winged panels, and they often go quite well, but I'm much happier if I get a chance to research the topic, print up some notes, perhaps even a handout for the audience. At the least, I'd like a chance to sit for half an hour or so to think about the subject, and make notes of talking points. That can be a lifesaver.
But I tend to underestimate myself, or something. I know stories and facts about authors, and I always figure that everyone who's interested already knows them. But often they don't! And at the Fredric Brown: Forgotten Great panel that turned out to be the case once again. I was lucky to have two steady, skilled co-panelists, both of whom were published authors, and that was a big help too. We had 8 people in the audience, which was respectable and maybe even surprising for a Friday night panel on an obscure subject.
It helped that Lois was in the audience. In several cases she helped the panel by feeding us useful questions. I've noticed that there are two kinds of questions from the audience in panels: one kind is an excuse for the questioner to tell a story about themselves, and the other is, well, a real question.
Which brings me to the first of my quotes from the con, whispered to Lois during a different panel. An audience member was demonstrating a Type A question; she was going on and on about her own opinions and experiences, and wasn't anywhere NEAR a question for the panelists.
| Me (whispering): "Lady, you're not on the bleeping panel. Spare us your life's story!" |
The panel done, I headed out for my parents' place. I would need to wake up early, drive down to Rhode Island, pick up Sebastian before 9:30am, and come back up the same morning. I needed sleep!
Saturday
Up in the morning, down to Rhode Island, a quick shower at home, and back up with Sebastian. The news was that a nor'easter or blizzard was coming, but it might be pushed out to sea; if not, we could be looking at 14-18 inches of snow. Fortunately the schedule was such that Sebastian and I were safely in Boston by then.
I hung out with Sebastian for a while at my parents' place, and then hopped on the Green line to get to the con. For the next few hours I did as much as I could without money; hung out with friends, spent time in the Green Room (outstanding food this year once again), and sat in on a panel or two. My two panels were scheduled for 5 and 6pm that afternoon; I was quite looking forward to them. After that, I wasn't sure what to do; the news reports indicated that the storm was going to be worse than expected.
(I should mention that I was using saline, taking Tylenol Sinus, and sucking on vitamin C drops throughout the con. The worst of my symptoms were gone by Friday, though.)
Back at the con, I hooked up again with Lois. We walked around a bit, looked in on the Green Room…it was kind of like the old days. I mentioned that I didn’t know what I would do after my last panel ended at 7pm, so Lois suggested that I help her with her entry for the Masquerade. I was kind of nervous about the thought of going into the Masquerade Green Room, though, so I left that tentative.
Saturday, 5PM panel: Party Origin Stories
The 5pm panel was one that I was really looking forward to. It was one that I was totally qualified to be on, because it was about a concept that I created: Party Origin Scenarios. I’d printed out a lot of copies of the original article that I’d written for Interregnum to use as a handout for the audience.
woodwardiocom was moderating. One of these years I really must spend a con tracking him from panel to panel and taking notes; he’s a damned good moderator. Better than me, for sure. In this case he needed to be, because it was a difficult situation. I was exploding with ideas, and had done a lot of work on the subject; as a result I, well, I fear that I was not a good panelist. I couldn't help talking, you see; everything anyone said was already covered in my article in some way, and I was excited.
Now I'm embarrassed.
Still, I think overall it was a good panel. The 13 people in the audience seemed to enjoy it, and a few audience members came up afterwards to thank us for doing it. I also noticed that nobody had left their copy of the article behind.
Incidentally, I'd put out the extra copies of that article on the FREE rack, along with a copy of "The GameMaster's Hall of Shame" and the Pete's RQ! flier. I don't know if it means anything, but the Origin Scenario articles went the fastest; true, there were fewer of them, but I suspect that they went quickly because they were the only multi-page handout.
Saturday, 6PM panel: Cordwainer Smith
The next panel was about the author Cordwainer Smith. This had been a staple of Arisia for years, and I'd been on it almost every time; for some reason it was always more successful than I expected it to be, although that makes no sense at all.
For the past two years it hadn't been scheduled, but once again I urged Programming to have one, and this time they agreed. There were three panelists, and twelve people in the audience, which I think is pretty respectable for a literary panel. I'd expected that someone from NESFA Press would be on the panel, but there wasn't. Nonetheless, it went really well.
I don't remember if I said this during the CS panel, but I might as well stick it here. As the panel began I heard jingling sounds from the hallway.
| "I hear Morris dancers. Which is kind of like seeing dead people, but more annoying." |
Actually, I don't dislike Morris dancers. My mouth just can't resist a good joke.
My panels done, I ran over to the Green Room - and I will take a moment here to say that the people who run the Green Room once again were AWESOME. Great food, and a great atmosphere! I particularly love the Italian meatballs, because that guarantees me a source of hot food that I will like for the entire con. I basically live on meatball sandwiches during Arisia.
The Masquerade
After that, I wasn't sure what to do. Lois had asked me to come and help her in the Masquerade Green Room; she was doing a costume again this year, a new version of the riding bird that had gotten an honorable mention last year. On the one hand, I was curious. The costumer's green room is one of the few parts of Arisia that I've never seen. On the other hand, I was nervous; I strongly suspected that I'd be stopped at the door. Some volunteers get a bit over-officious when they're handed a bit of power (like being in charge of security at a door), and I tend to over-react massively when I encounter something like that. Deep in my bones, I hate authority. I admit it: I'm not really rational on the subject.
On the gripping hand, I was still sick. The medication was helping, but going back to my parents' place and going to sleep early had a certain appeal.
But this was Arisia - it only comes once a year! And something told me that I should go ahead and try something new. So I headed over to the Terrace room.
Fortunately no one was watching the door. Nonetheless I stood in the entranceway and looked for Lois. I saw her just before she spotted me, and she came over and grabbed me.
Wow! The Masquerade Green Room is cool. There were some outstanding costumes there, including some gorgeous women dressed in costumes from the original Star Trek! My favorite. And there was a Kirk, too. Plus a lot of other costumes, many of them really cool. I'd never had such a great view of the costumes before.
Lo's costume looked...well...I thought it looked kind of ragged. She told me that a little while ago the workmanship judge had walked up, looked her over, and just sneered. She was a bit upset.
I could understand that. Close up, the bird definitely needed a bit of work. There were flaps of loose cloth here and there; she'd safety-pinned things as best she could, but it needed work. There were loose threads all over. And the illusion of legs didn't look right, either. The fake thighs looked much too thin, and the legs were somehow a little off. She needed more padding and some re-pinning.
I surprised myself by jumping into action. We added padding in her "legs", and re-pinned things. I found some scissors and started snipping away the many loose threads. Another costumer, a really nice guy, helped out too; he started giving her advice on how to change her walk, to make it more birdlike. As soon as he brought up the subject I saw what he meant, and gave her some tips too. Then we did some quick practice.
Meanwhile the other costumer (I wish I knew his name) grabbed some string and we made a quick set of reins for the bird. By the time we were done, Lois looked a lot better. Here's a picture of her in the Green Room.
Unfortunately I didn't have the nerve to ask anyone else if I could take their picture. It's a pity, because I'd have loved a few pictures of Kirk's Accessories.
| Quick interjection: There were a lot of great costumes. I REALLY liked the Trek one, and they certainly deserved the Best In Show award that they later won. But...at some Arisias there was a costume (never more than one per year) that just took your breath away. A combination of craftsmanship, special effects, and great presentation would end up with something that literally made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. There are three that I can think of. In chronological order: The Banshee. This was almost certainly Rae Bradbury, and it was completely chilling. She wore a light gown, and had her hair up in a classical, possibly ancient Greek style. The recorded presentation was outstanding, real professional quality. She walked around on the stage as the announcer spoke: "...beware, for she is the Banshee. And her voice is death." The lights went out. Her hair and gown glowed blue, her eyes were red fire, and the most hellish scream I've ever heard tore through the loudspeakers. Absolute silence from the audience as she disappeared. And when the lights went back on, I thought they'd tear the place apart. She won Best In Show, of course. All of the hair-raising ones did. A later one was (and my memory for names is fuzzy, so this is probably wrong) The Demon. This was a huge winged demon. What made it work was that it was really big (I'd guess more than eight feet tall), REALLY well made, and that the legs...it's hard to explain. The legs were jointed backwards at the knees. I later found out that the costumer was walking on stilts. I still don't know how he managed to keep his balance. The wings stuck a little before they spread out, but once again, this was an absolutely astonishing production. I really felt as if I was in the presence of the supernatural. The last one is the last one there was, so far. It was a few years ago, and I don't remember the name. It was essentially an armored warrior without a head. Or rather, his head was held in one hand; he had an axe in the other. What made this work? Again, it was a subtle thing. The "headless" shtick has been done a million times in Hollywood. You can always tell that it's some guy with his head pulled down and the shoulders of the costume built up. The motion of the arms gives it away. That's what made this costume work. We all knew the old trick, but this costume had NONE of the giveaway signs. The proportions of the body, the movement of the arms, they were all incredibly natural and just right. And that's what took everyone's breath away. You could feel the chill in the room. Afterwards the top of the costume was removed, and it turned out that it was actually a very short guy in there. His head was actually well down in the chest of the costume, and the arms weren't his at all - they were fake, and he was operating them with wires! But it was so well done that we couldn't tell. Again, just wonderful. There hasn't been a hair-raiser like that for quite a few years. It's a real pity. Nonetheless, it was an excellent Masquerade. |
I watched Lois go on stage on the monitor in the Masquerade Green Room. The first camera shot was at an odd angle, but she actually looked very good indeed; she'd captured the bird style of walking perfectly. The picture was blurry, but the riding illusion seemed to work well. The sound (jungle noises, I believe) worked well too; Lois is really good with sound. The voice-over announcement was read by the host, and it was kind of an "up yours" to the workmanship judge. Rather than give a story about the bird and its rider, it talked about the bird being a soft sculpture designed for transportation. It finished with "Is there an award for the best use of safety pins? This contestant hopes to carry that one away!" The applause didn't sound thunderous over the monitor, but then, nothing did.
Eventually Lois came back, but we didn't stay there for too long. The children in the room rushed over; for some reason they couldn't resist her costume. They asked her questions about the bird (most of them impossible to answer), and played with her "feet". One robust little girl in particular kept kicking Lois in the face with her own "foot" - again and again and again and again. After a while we decided to head over to the auditorium. We stayed near the front, to one side, mostly out of view. We were both pretty sure that she wouldn't win anything. Privately, I estimated the odds at 80% that she wouldn't win anything, and 20% that she might win "Best Use of Safety Pins" if the judges had a sense of humor. As one award after another for the Novice category was announced and she didn't win, that 80/20 changed to 99/1.
All that was left was the Best In Class for novices...which she won! We were both totally stunned and shocked.
Here's a photo of Lois up on the stage after receiving the award.
My guess is that the illusion worked better at a distance. And the workmanship judge must have been outvoted.
Here's a photo of more winners, including the Star Trek girls:
We strolled around a little, and then hung around at Lois' room watching the rebroadcast of the Masquerade. During one presentation...okay, this is going to be a little dicey.
Sometimes I find myself saying really cruel but really funny things, okay? And this was one of those times. With my luck the person in question is going to read this and get her feelings hurt, and then I'll feel bad.
Which reminds me of an old story. Yes, this is a digression, but so what? It's my journal, after all!
| A long time ago in high school I took a creative writing class. That class is the reason I never took English in college, by the way; the teacher was very hostile to genre writing. He didn't understand it, but he knew he didn't like it. What did he like? The same goddamned story over and over: "My Dying Goldfish", "My Dying Aunt", "My Dying Mother" - anything, as long as it was dying and oozing with pathos. I eventually ended up writing a fake "My Dying Dog" story which was later published in the school magazine. After the story was printed people would come up to me in the hall and commiserate on my loss. They were always a bit indignant when I explained that the story was fiction, and that I didn't actually have a dog. |
Anyway, one of the entries in the Masquerade was...a dress. A brown dress. A DULL brown dress. I'm sure that the craftsmanship was truly exquisite, but...a dress?
So I said:
| "Lady, this is a science fiction/fantasy convention. At least stick a fucking antenna on your head!" |
Lois cracked up. Which is, incidentally, the standard I've used to decide whether or not to box a quote here: whether or not it got a laugh.
Anyway, around 10:30 or so I decided to brave the storm and go to Brookline to sleep.
The blizzard was amazing. Snow was blasting everywhere, but fortunately it had warmed up a little . That morning the temperature had been nine below zero (-22 Centigrade), but now it was right at the freezing point - which is, of course, the most dangerous and productive temperature for snow and ice.
When I got to the condo I had a small surprise: my father was sleeping in the guestroom, where I expected Sebastian to be. And I was sure that meant that Sebastian was sleeping with my mother in the big bed. That boy does tend to kick and shove in his sleep.
There wasn't really space for me to sleep next to my father, so I curled up on the much-too-short couch and tried to sleep. Half an hour later my father woke up and straightened everything out, sort of. He and my mother took the guestroom bed, and Sebastian and I took the big bed. I was too tired to object.
Sunday
Sebastian woke up just before 6am. We hung around for a few hours, but I had a panel at noon that day. There was more than two feet (0.6m) of snow on the ground, and more was coming down at a furious rate, but the Green Line trolleys were still running, albeit much less often than usual.
So I trudged out into the blizzard.
It wasn't that bad, actually. Not too cold, and although the wind was blowing pretty strongly, it wasn't painful to exposed skin. My face got a bit numb, but that was about it.
But the snow was so high that it was actually well above the height of the rails. Trains had obviously been showing snow off the tracks with their undercarriages. As I got to the trolley stop, I saw a guy who for no reason that I could see was standing in the middle of the tracks, staring into the distance.
Not being crazy, I decided to wait in the trolley stop shelter instead. At least that offered a small roof over my head, although there was no door. The wind was gusting through the small gap around the bottom of the floor and blowing a snowdrift upward...it was quite strange to see. Here's what it looked like:
That's a bench on the left, covered with about a foot and a half of snow.
Eventually the trolley arrived (the track-stander having joined me in the shelter), and I clambered on.
My memory of Sunday is a little hazy. I hung out with
unquietsoul5 for quite a while; then we ran into Rich Staats. Rich and I did a panel together.Sunday, 12 noon panel: Introduction to Fan Web Design
The less said about this one the better; I did a shameful job as moderator, I am sorry to say. On the other hand, there were only six or seven people in the audience, at most. I hope they got something useful out of the panel. At least from the handout, if nothing else.
Sunday I did something a little unusual for me: I sat in the audience of a panel. I'd asked to be on this one, but was told by Programming that they were trying to gender-balance it. I wasn't willing to have a sex change operation just to be on a panel.
The panel was Hey Babe, What's Your LJ-Name?. Great panel, extremely well moderated by the ever-reliable
woodwardiocom (unquietsoul5 was on the panel too), and simply jammed to the gills - I'd bet that there were at least fifty people there, and it was standing room only.But there wasn't enough time to really get into things. There were a number of really interesting and provocative comments from the panel (and even some from the audience), but they only skimmed the surface; there just wasn't time to discuss the subject properly. The Six Apart takeover wasn't even discussed, nor the Great LJ Outage!
It was also clear that a lot of people there would have really liked to exchange LJ names, presumably to enlarge their friends lists, but again, there wasn't time. Next year I'll suggest a LiveJournal mixer to Programming. We'll see what happens.
After that, I pretty much hung out with
unquietsoul5 and Lois in the Green Room. Lo was stranded, because Greyhound had shut down; the police were in the hotel lobby, stopping anyone who wanted to drive. I soon realized that there was no way that Sebastian and I could get home safely, even by train. So late that afternoon I headed out (Lois figured she could crash somewhere, but if not, I told her to come over to my parents' place). The snow was so deep that the stairs down to the train station were invisible; they were just a huge steep slide of snow. But I made it there, and then to Brookline, and passed a peaceful evening and night with Sebastian and my parents. The next day Sebastian and I took the trolley to the train, and after a long slow ride (all the trains were running 30 minutes or more late), we got to the station, where Teri was waiting for us.
And safely drove us home.
Oh, one thing: this was the first Arisia in many years at which I didn’t see Matt Saroff. I also didn't see dobie (does he have a LiveJournal?). Here's hoping I see them next year.
Almost forgot: here are some photos of the blizzard, and our ride home on the train.
A shot from the trolley on Sunday. Notice that the snow is up to the tops of the benches.
Someone taking a sled ride down Beacon Street in Brookline, which would not normally be possible. I also saw some skiers and snowboarders, but couldn't get the camera out in time.
A view from the train. Kinda dramatic, huh? That's the Gillette World Shaving Headquarters building on the left side. Of course, a week later they announced that they were being acquired by Procter & Gamble.
Sebastian and Harry Bear. Next year I hope to bring Sebastian to the con, in a costume if at all possible. I think he'd enjoy it. We might even enter the Masquerade together!
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Jeanette
Was a fellow panelist with you...
~ Mel.
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You definitely have the makings of an excellent panelist. I hope you'll be willing to be on a panel with me again next year, should Programming so decide.
Next time I promise I'll talk less.
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I had a good time. :) If you have ideas for next year that you want to throw my way as a suggestion, just let me know.
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The costumes you are talking about...the headless man and the demon, are made by the same guy who did Ghimli last year, my friend Brian Healy of
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He didn't do the T-100, did he? That one fell to pieces during the presentation, seven or eight years ago. Somehow I don't think that one of Brian's costumes would do that.
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Brian's wife here, Rebecka Gypsy. I was one of the den mom's in the green room this year. No, actually, brian didn't do the t-100...i think that was the same year he did one of his suits of armour. But yes, he did both the demon and the headless horseman. Last year he did gimli.
I had a lot of fun taking care of my den this year, but then again, i find being a den mommy more fun sometimes than doing costuming...although I want to try to do another costume. I was part of the andromeda crew last year.
later all
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aka rebecka gypsy
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That would probably be better sent to Events. events@arisia.org
I usually work the Masquerade Green Room and there is normally an area set up specifically for Fan Photography; it didn't get set up this year (mostly due to lack of fan photographers) until I noticed a couple of women standing around with cameras.
Note also that Workmanship and Masquerade judging are two very different things. You can get a workmanship award for the collar on your outfit; the other awards pertain more to your actual presentation. As a den Dad, I end up explaining this every year. :-)
When the Masquerade half-time started Lois said "Come on!"...
I would strongly suggest that you not try this kind of thing again. You may consider it being "...a bit over-officious when they're handed a bit of power" but I helped run Events this year and I doubt I would be very forgiving of something like this if it disrupted the Masquerade, especially on Saturday night without enough sleep.
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Thanks, I'll do that. I suspect that a lot of people are going to suggest that, actually. Come to think of it, I should bring the topic up in the Arisia LJ for discussion...
> Note also that Workmanship and Masquerade judging are two very different things.
Oh, I know. I'd never participated directly myself, but I've picked up information about pretty much every aspect of the con...one of the side-effects of being a program participant in all of them.
It seems to me that there are two different types of contestants in the Masquerade: costumers and fans. Costumers are there to show off their workmanship, while fans are there to entertain the audience and/or get a laugh. The few like Rae and Brian who manage to blend both approaches are the ones who really blow everyone away.
> I would strongly suggest that you not try this kind of thing again.
No need to threaten! Please note that A) we did not disrupt the Masquerade, and B) not only were we not punished, we were actually apologized to many times, both that year and the following year (I actually asked Jim to stop apologizing, in fact). So apparently the people in charge agreed that there was a real issue.
That said, I wouldn't do it again...and I don't do amateur video any more, anyway. It was too much grief.
As for the "over-officious" thing, I was talking about the attitude of some volunteers working the doors, and security. I understand the need for such functions, and it's great that people volunteer; hell, I worked the Dealer's Room door myself one year. But it's a fact that some people will abuse any authority they are given, and Arisia is no exception.
Does that mean I'll defy them? No. I learned a long time ago that that's a fight you can't win. The only option is to walk away, which is why I didn't meet Barbara Hambly this year. I was annoyed by the attitude of the person at the door.
Which was my loss, ultimately.
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LJ (and weblogs in general) have certainly been a popular topic in the last few Arisias; this was noted on the staff discussion list. If something "official" doesn't happen, a targeted party might be the way to go.
It seems to me that there are two different types of contestants in the Masquerade: costumers and fans.
I'm not sure I'd describe them that way but I do agree that there are different types. As you say, some are in it for the detail authenticity and work on their costume and others are in it for a (very short) presentation. The Costume-Friendly Tech event was intended for the latter group, I think, as they did a lot to show how to use the stage and the lighting to make the presentation better; someone who just comes out in costume doesn't really need that.
No need to threaten!
I tried to not threaten as much as tell you how I'd react. If you didn't disrupt the event, then it is less of an issue and if people apologised then I'm sure you had a valid concern. I would hope that there are better procedures in place now that you wouldn't have to take such action to get situation handled.
But it's a fact that some people will abuse any authority they are given, and Arisia is no exception.
I agree; it is the nature of (some) people. As with everything, though, if someone gives you unnecessary attitude, take it to Ops and see if they can correct the situation. It does no good to alienate the guests!
The only option is to walk away, which is why I didn't meet Barbara Hambly this year. I was annoyed by the attitude of the person at the door.
There is (or should be) another option; someone has responsibility for those people and if you are being treated badly, that person show be told. During which event or panel did this occur? Was it for the interview in the Ballroom?
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(Anonymous) 2005-02-05 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)You would understand if you had been there. Deperate times call for desperate measures. Plus, things were a little bit more informal then.
- Lois
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We shall see.... I really want a balance at the con I'm not seeing in programming etc. Too many people burnt themselves out on Worldcon (which I was afraid would badly impact Arisia, and it did).
Over 10 years I've had 2 good Arisias, 2 Fair Arisias, 1 Arisia I didn't go to (the waltham one) and 5 Arisias that left me unhappy, bored, annoyed or frustrated badly (including this one).
The old adage "If You're Not Having Fun Stop Doing It" is coming to mind for me...
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I'll admit that if I'd been relying solely or primarily on the game track for fun I would not have had as much fun as I did. I owe Lois one for dragging me into the Masquerade.
And for dragging me into Arisia to begin with, come to think of it!
I don't suppose there are any other areas of the con that could supplement the gaming track for you? I believe you do the poly and pagan stuff, right?
Of course I've never done those, because, well, I don't.
It's probably just the post-con buzz, but I'm tempted to volunteer for next year. Maybe we can both do some work to improve the gaming track?
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As far as I know there wasn't a pagan track really, and hasn't been except for an occasional Tarot panel of some sort, for several years.
I did the game panels, the LJ panel, your web design panel, two writing related panels, and that was it at Arisia. I got no actual gaming in of any type. I did do some shopping (got some half price DVD Anime in the dealers room, a couple of T-shirts for Kiralee and Cindy, and a card game). I hung out in the Green Room, watched part of the Masquerade on TV, watched some other shows on TV in our room, and mostly just hung out and chatted with you, rich, the friend who was sharing a room with us, and a few other friends who had bad news to pass on to me about old friends passing away... oh, and I checked email for about 10 minutes in the computer room.
That's the entire weekend in a nutshell. I think I had more fun the year that gaming was in the closed bar being rennovated than I did this year (at least that year I got to game a bit and had panels to go to in quantity).
I don't think that the gaming track will be improved until those higher up will give the people running things true freedom in regards to how to do it, which they won't. Space, time slots, budget, supplies & staff are all needed to make it work.
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I'm honestly somewhat relieved that someone else has been frustrated by Arisia like I have, though. I'm not sure really what's annoying me so much about it, unfortunately, or I'd find a way to fix it. Being on panels helped a bit, though.
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It's why I'm considering not attending next year at all seriously. After doing the con for a decade, and all but 2 of those years having frustrations and annoyances, it's getting darn hard to simply 'hope for the better'.
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I've gone for five years. I'll go again this coming year, but if I have the same experience, it will be a last time. I'd honestly rather save the money and try out another con that I haven't been able to afford to attend. I don't blame you at all-- why go if it's not interesting you? Especially when anything but high praise to the staff is met with absolute nastiness.
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Err, I haven't tried very hard not to respond to any complaints or comments (both pre- and post-con) with any kind of nastiness; if you feel this wasn't the case, please email events@arisia.org with your info. I really want to hear your experiences if someone was nasty to you.
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I do hope that these people will pass on their issues and complaints to those running things for next year.
I was only marginally involved with programming, since events interacts with them somewhat (panels in Terrace, for example), but I know they had some problems with people bailing; it can be hard to plan panels when the panelists disappear, I would think.
But again, I wasn't directly involved so cannot say for sure. I had one or two panels I wanted to see, but my at-con free time was pretty limited.
It's why I'm considering not attending next year at all seriously.
If this is the case, please do take some time to send feedback and state that the problems you encountered will prevent you from going next year. I would think that would carry some weight!
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I made up LJ stickers, and posted that fact to Arisia's LJ feed, but few people came and sought them out. I'll have them again at Boskone, where I'll be in the Art Show.
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I was just surprised because the head of NESFA Press was at previous Cordwainer Smith panels, and I assumed he'd be interested in the Brown one as well.
I got an LJ sticker - thanks! But perhaps you saw my comment elsewhere? Between the size of the stickers, and the poor handwriting that so many people have, and my bifocals (god, it sounds wierd to say that), I wasn't able to get anyone's LJ name. Maybe next year it would be possible to get larger stickers, or make stand-alone tags?
Which reminds me - time to go to the Arisia LJ and start a thread on an LJ mixer, or whatever...
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(Anonymous) 2005-02-05 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)Excellent picture of Sebastian!
- Lois