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worldcon - day 1 part 2

They ought to have designated blogging times mapped out through the day here so you're not feeling guilty missing something when you're trying to write down everything that happened.

trillian_stars, wearing a dress by Kambriel, gave me the dental exam I've been so long in need of:



My panel on photography and the genre went very well. I was worried because it was so late at night, but it worked out wonderfully, the room was full, the audience was engaged. I broke off the formal panel discussion 1/2 hour early on the premise that by that time everybody has burning question they want to ask someone but they don't want to ask it in front of everyone and that turned out to be marvelous. People from the audience just leapt to the panel members they wanted to talk with and I think the best discussions happened then. I met an author who wrote at least one book on his iphone. In the car. With one finger.

We went to the TOR party where I had a vague meeting set up. It was mobbed. We managed to stake out some spots on the sofa and just watch the authors file past. Somewhere around 11:30 Neil came through the door with a gaggle of people in tow. "This is my Clarion class!" he said proudly, "can you take a photo of us?" -- certainly not there. Luckily I'd been feeling dangrous that day and had only brought a fish-eye lens with me. "Everybody into the bathroom!" I cried out. Photos were taken.



Then I met John Scalzi who was very nice



Sometime during the evening Cathrynne M. Valente showed up, there was much joy. By this time the party had spilled from the TOR room into the hallways and consumed the entire floor. All these famous people kept walking past.



Eventually we crammed into a glass elevator and left. Cab drivers in Montreal, I must say, my experience has not been good. So far 100% of them have not been able to find Bagle O' Death's place and have all lead us on a merry romp driving around in circles. Last night we got dropped about 3/4ths of a mile from where we were supposed to be after much back and forth on the radio between the driver and HQ trying to figure out where we were going. It's right across the street from the High School for crying out loud. How can you be a cab driver and not know where the high school is?



Anyhoo, nice long walk through the night later, back to Bagle O' Death's place and I slept like ... like ... I slept like a hybernating frog entombed beneath hardened savanah mud.



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My panel today on "the fiction of neil gaiman" is at 2:00. Hope to see some of you there!

Be swell today.