Saturday Afternoon I cruised the art show. There were a few things that caught my eye and Juli's as well, though there is a lot of things that have been to the convention year after year. I don't mean variations on a theme, I mean the same artwork. Then there are the occasional gems that leap out. I bought two prints of oriental dragons and bid on a print of a third by the same artists. Juli placed bids on two pieces.
There was a limited print by the artist Guest of Honor. DROOL! It's a large piece of a white dragon that, my god, for a print, it has amazing detail. You can get lost in that detail. When Juli described it I felt myself getting lost just imagining the right brain shift of actually painting that detail. I fall into meditation just thinking about it.
I joined Juli for a panel called "Non Western Mythology". The three panelists were discussing their favorites... Mesopotamian, Japanese, and combining Chinese and Hungarian and well as Mayan and Norse. Yikes! We got interested in that last one and looked her up on the internet. Nook.... her work isn't getting good reviews. But we picked up books by the other authors, the Mesopotamian and the Japanese.
--They came up with some good points. The one author said that he borrowed from the Japanese history, but that he was writing for a western audience. So he wasn't writing Japanese stories. How did he put it? "If I were writing for a Japanese audience then the hero would die in the first chapter and the readers would love it."
--They also claimed, in their own defense, that they are liars. All story tellers are liars. If they were writing historical literature then they would get PhDs, study for years, and then write their books. Instead they are writing fiction and not trying to prove knowledge other then they can write a good story. ...hopefully. The point being that someone in their readership audience will know more about what they are borrowing and make it a point to fly to what ever convention they are at to set them straight. [they said this in jest, of course].
Dinner at Denney's. There were eight of us, and as per usual, poor Denney's across from the con was swamped. We had to wait a fine while before we were seated. Burger me. We managed to get back in time for the last few costumes in the masquerade to be presented. We watched them on the box, as the actual masquerade ballroom is usually impossibly packed. We saw a few of the costumes on the way up to the room though. In fact we saw the "Best of Show" winner. It was a bug eyed alien that had a large furry tongue which could come out and lick people. HA!
After the masquerade half of us stayed in our room and watched the movie previews. I saw most of them already so I went next door to Gene and Michael's and watch "The Simpsons Movie" with them. What a riot! And Homer did good finally.
Many of us got together afterwards and played "The Totally Renamed Spy Game". It used to be called "Before I Kill You, Mr. Bond" but certain parties in the movie industry objected. ...officially. [Yes, It's called "The Totally Renamed Spy Game".] We played until about 2 AM. While we were there Tom came by and synched Tory up in a corset until she could barley speak. Tom was dressed as a very elaborate Goth girl in red and white 1890's frills and finery. SCARY!
Sunday had things that took large blocks of time. Check out and hauling all of our things to the cars takes about two hours. Well...that includes showers and the like. Mark and I were about to post LJ entries. Unfortunately Michael nest door, who's connection we were using, unplugged his router so that he could dismantle his equipment to get it to the car. It was funny because we caught were unaware. The connection just quit. You just have to laugh at those things.
Juli went to the art auction to defend one of her bids. I signed us up for next year and for a room as well. That took time. I got back to the art auction just as Juli's piece was finishing it's auction. It was way out of reach so Juli let it go.
Juli, Tom, Mark, Adam, and I went to the bar for lunch. We had to spend way too much time waiting for food, then waiting for our checks, then waiting for someone to pick up our checks so we could leave.
One of our band gave us a medical scare, though I'll leave that for her to talk about. I understand that she is fine and dandy now, but we just didn't know what it was all about at the time. I'm sure that she didn't either. Don't DO that!!!
More Dealer's Room tours and more money spent. Then I joined Adam, Tom, and Mark, in a panel that I would not normally have attended. It was on internet dating. [no, I'm not looking.] It turned out to be an interesting panel concerned about people taking steps to be safe while dating in this format. Since it was the last panel hour of the day I stepped in to listen.
--There was one interesting story, not concerned with the internet, but somewhat applicable. An author who researched abduction behavior, sort of a profiler, overheard a man trying to pick up a young woman while on a airline flight. While he listened he heard many of the red flag behaviors that he studies for a living. When the man got up to use the restroom he turned to the woman to warn her.
"You don't know me. I just wanted to tell you that he is going to offer you a ride home soon. Don't take it or you will not get to where you want to go."
I thought it was interesting that he first presented her with a prediction then a warning. It sort of primed her for validating his warning. We don't know the end result, but we could imagine her taking his warning to heart.
After the last panel we all joined Juli who found a quiet nook to read in. Then congregated around Gene at his TaiPan table. It was obvious that most of the Con had left. The crowds had thinned out dramatically. We gathered out things and drove off a few miles away for an iHop dinner and departure.
And that was the Con that was.