The moderator never called on me, so I didn't get a chance to turn the tables and point out that we are temporally engineered from the past. Books like The Bible, Koran and Stranger in a Strange Land carry their message into the future, way past the lives of their authors, and if that ain't temporal engineering, nothing is.
Ducked out for a bit because the laughter from down the hall was distracting me. And stayed for quite a while for an enjoyable rendition of the Match Game, hosted wonderfully well by Kevin Standlee, and featuring our own figmo on the panel.
The contestants didn't quite catch on that they were supposed to guess answers to the questions which would match those of the panelists, but some of them were pretty clever.
So many events,
Lunchtime, but there was once again a big line at the cafe, and I'd had enough cold hot dog for one con. I found a place to park myself, and had a banana and some nuts I'd brought along. My old Gilbert & Sullivan/ba.singles buddy Mike Durkin staked out a table upstairs for lunch, and I call this photo
The restaurant at the End of the Hallway
Next up was one of my all-time faves, $5, A Dead Fish and a Time Machine. Chris Garcia is always fun to have on a panel, and he was aided and abetted by Michael Flynn, Christian McGuire, Kevin Andrew Murphy and the inimitable Martin Young (who was wearing a huge box-like hat which reminded me of a Thai fish trap). Highly enjoyable, but would have been better if the room had (a) a decent sound system and (b) mikes for each panelist.
Unfortunately, going to this panel meant I missed Good Animated Films Without Good Animation, Medicine For Writers and What Astronomy Doesn't Know (by Norman Sperling, the guy who wrote the book) and Found Filk.
Next was World Wreckers, Inc. where I got to hear Sperling, after all, along with G. David Nordley, Jim Terman, Edward Muller with one or two minor chirps out of C. Sanford Lowe.
Nordley did a good job of moderating, but there was an inconsiderate twerp in the audience who thought he had been invited to a 1-on-1 discussion with the panelists. Annoying.
This time I missed the Billing What You're Worth panel, but caught the last half of GOH interview with Jerry Pournelle. Educational, because I previously only knew about his background from what he's told us at an Interop talk, way back when he was Byte Magazine's resident amateur computer user. His job back then was to play with all the new computer toys, and write about it from a user's perspective. Which he did well, though he did tend to ramble. Still does. But his rambles are more entertaining than most stand-up routines.
From there it was back upstairs to Seth Shostack's SETI lecture. He's kind of the local incarnation of Carl Sagan, bringing the techie astro-jargon down to a level us Silly Valleyans can understand. Great graphics, too.
I ducked out a little early to take photos of Star Wars costumed characters, at the request of scendan. We mostly shot in the foyer by the fireplace in front of Spencer's restaurant, which was a little bit dark, so I used my high-powered flash. Not so good for the Revan mask, since the eye slit was see-through. I was delighted to see
iamradar was part of the group, she is so photogenic I could spend days annoying her with my camera. After some flash shooting I took them out on the pool deck in an open shade area, where some metalheads asked to be photographed with Revan. scendan obliged, and the results were hillarious.
This distracted me from A Shot Rang Out, but was worth it. Time with scendan and iamradar is priceless.
Up to the 9th floor with farmount for the LJ BOF, moderated by johno and friends. It was very very very VERY tough to hear because of the inconsiderate [expletive deleted]s who brought their children up there an effing hour too early for Milk & Cookies Story Time, and absolutely refused to get the hint that there was a meeting going on, and their yappity offspring and their yappity selves needed to relocate, like to the child care area. We bailed after about 20 minutes of that crap.
For me it was back downstairs to hear The Roving Tars (I had misread the program and thought it said The Roving Tarts). They sang some sea chanty which I am familiar with and usually enjoy listening to, but their voices were not as good as I'd hoped. Not bad, but I'm kind of a perfectionist about voice quality on nautical tunes. So I went down the hall, to the Music Publishing and Recording panel.
Problem was, the Poly BOF decided not to end their meeting in the room to which the panel had been assigned, and as there were a lot more of them than there were of us, in both numbers and per capita body mass, we scrounged chairs from the now-deserted display tables, and commandeered the author signing table. Steve Savitsky, Jeff Bonhoff, Lynx Crowe and George Van Wagner managed to do a creditable job on the topic, despite the unusual conditions. As we were starting, I heard the Tarts launch into my very favorite sea chanty of all time, The Leaving of Liverpool and was sad to not be there to hear it, but happy that I was not there in case they sang with the mediocrity of their previous number.
At 8:30 it was upstairs to the demo by James Currie on bodycasting, with kalanasse as his model. Making a mold of a person, in 27 not so easy steps.
I lasted till 10:30, and never did get to see the finished product. Managed to walk all the way to the other end of the Con to hear the last half of Leslie Fish's concert, and was surprised to see Niven and Pournelle in the audience, Pournelle often singing along.
On my way to the parties, I stopped in at the Regency Dance room, and was treated to the "only at BayCon" experience of corseted mistresses and slaves in leather and light bondage apparel dancing with the elegant Alan Winston. Or at least the program said it was him. You be the judge:
Parties on Sunday were good, some rooms which had not been partying on Friday-Saturday were open, and there was much eye candy. And the donut ladies provided this artistic photo op:
Leftover anecdote from Saturday night:
After Masq, I was coming off the patio through the sliding glass doors into the Con Suite, wearing my plantation white suit & cowboy hat, and squeezing through in the opposite direction was Jerry Pournelle, who looked at me and exclaimed "Why, it's Colonel Sanders!".
photo by rmjwell with some photoshopping by moi.