Mister Eclectic (howeird) wrote,
Mister Eclectic

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Just cannot decide. The weather has turned cloudy and blustery, and I was counting on sunny and warm when I booked my 9 pm flight home for tomorrow. The idea was to park my bags with the hotel, and take the trolley all over the place. And hang out at the mall behind the hotel, then grabbing a suopershuttle to the airport dinner-ish.

Maybe I'll still do that, because SW says changing my flight will cost as much as the original booking.

Need to call the concierge to confirm I can check my bags here.

Nobody is answering. :-(

I miss the good old days when there were lockers at the airports.

It was a horrible night last night. Not eating a lot meant my blood sugars were normal, and even though I only shot up half my usual insulin before bedtime, it was more than enough to push me into a major reaction, which only barely responded to the two packets of sugar in the coffee service, and the half of a PNB sandwich I did not eat before bedtime.

Woke up at 6, then 7, dressed and went to the buffet at the terrace cafe, then back to my room and bed.

Kind of amazed that at 7 there were half a dozen people in  the hot tub.

Did not sleep well, after several false starts finally up and showered and medicated and at the ConChord room by 12:45, expecting the band scramble at 1. But apparently they had run out of eggs, and it was just a handful of The Usual Suspects waiting for 2 pm two-shots.

Those were mostly pretty good, except nobody announced their names. Okay, I lied. One couple did, but then they launched into a 15-minute power epic ode to Odin and Loki which was horribly overbearing and dark and loud and unbalanced (at several points the woman was singing one line and the man another, one was Odin one was Loki and I didn't care which because neither could be heard clearly). Almost fell out of my chair when they said the whole thing could be found on some CD. Jane M. gave metaphor a nice try with "Clean Your Room" referring to the planet. As in clean Earth up before going to another planet. But she forgets that most children leave home to make a mess elsewhere. Have done so for millenia.

And this may be a first - all the singers could actually sing. Even the Loki/Odins. Though they could have used some instrumental help.

3 pm was a panel called Meeting of the Mindless, in which 5 panelists took on alter egos to make up answers to audience questions. Baron von Münchhausen was the moderator. Complete with wig and pasted on goatee which he kept pushing on, though it did not look in danger of falling off. Others were not in costume: Bullwinkle, Peabody, a generic physicist, a very poor imitation of Caradine's Buddhist abbot. There were not enough audience members to keep it going, and the moderator didn't establish any order for panelists to answer in, so it was not terribly entertaining.

Finally, 4 pm was the closing ceremony, which took 20 seconds as the chairman handed the gavel to next year's chairperson. And then there was a feedback session, in which this year's chairman and several of his minions fielded compliments, complaints and suggestions. I was pleased with the way they were answered, though most of the answers were "we didn't have the staff". Some of that was the occupational hazard of having 2 years to prepare, and part of that was the local fan base is focused on next week's ComiCon. Methinks it will be eons before SD hosts another 4th of July con.

As I was walking to the dead dog filk, I passed half the usual filkers camped out in the hallway, far from the filk room. So instead I walked back to my room, ditched the con lanyard & badge, pocketed my tablet and walked through the back parking lot to the trolley station. After establishing that the trolley does not go anywhere near the airport, I went back downstairs and into the mall, found the food court and had some dinner.

And oh, the eye candy! My goodness. What a change from fandom.

But it was getting chilly and windy, so after dinner and a dessert, it was a slow walk back to my room. The Con Suite is totally shut, and nobody was at the tables on the lawn behind it.

As usually happens at away cons, I was impressed by a couple of people enough to see what books they have out. During the Mars panel, a fellow named Chris Butler was one, and I was surprised to see him in the art show, doing some live painting. Turns out he is an illustrator/animator for Griffith Observatory. Another B, Steven Brust, killed at one of the filk concerts, and I also caught the last half of his one-person panel when Band Scramble didn't happen. And was surprised to find he is a fantasy writer, with huge numbers of sequels (like 15 for one particular series). And I was reminded how brilliant Allison Lonsdale is.

I cannot say how very disappointed I am that the con was unable to replace GoH Spider Robinson with someone of similar fame. It was well known Spider has had an extremely rough year, and he backed out of the con in plenty of time for his regrets to be printed in the con magazine.

Plans for tomorrow:
Check out of the hotel by noon
Fly home at about 9 pm
fake the rest of it.


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