just back from Minicon

I think I got too little sleep every night from Wednesday (before I left) through last night, despite asking rysmiel and papersky to send me to bed by 11 Saturday night, which they did.

I was going to leave Sunday evening, but changed my plans at the last minute to make up for missing Saturday afternoon of the con providing moral support to a fan I knew casually, and had been planning to lunch with, at Hennepin County Medical Center:

( we're both fine )

We got back to the con hotel about 5:40; I saw her to her room, then basically collapsed on Papersky and Rysmiel and added myself to their already large party for all-you-can-eat sushi. After some edamame and cucumber salad, and a couple of pieces of shrimp sushi, I was feeling human again, but very glad to have Rysmiel on one side of me and zorinth on the other. Much more sushi was eaten--I can eat a lot of sushi in an hour when I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast except a handful of cherry tomatoes. Fortunately, I'd had a good solid bowl of soup for breakfast, not just pastry or cereal.

After supper, I stopped by Heather's room with some chocolate, since I'd mentioned it during the afternoon. At closing ceremonies, I found a thank-you in the Bozo Bus Tribune (as part of a paragraph about the incident), and Heather gave me a small box carved out of Tasmanian pine.

(More on Minicon later, probably.)

just back from Minicon

I think I got too little sleep every night from Wednesday (before I left) through last night, despite asking rysmiel and papersky to send me to bed by 11 Saturday night, which they did.

I was going to leave Sunday evening, but changed my plans at the last minute to make up for missing Saturday afternoon of the con providing moral support to a fan I knew casually, and had been planning to lunch with, at Hennepin County Medical Center:

( we're both fine )

We got back to the con hotel about 5:40; I saw her to her room, then basically collapsed on Papersky and Rysmiel and added myself to their already large party for all-you-can-eat sushi. After some edamame and cucumber salad, and a couple of pieces of shrimp sushi, I was feeling human again, but very glad to have Rysmiel on one side of me and zorinth on the other. Much more sushi was eaten--I can eat a lot of sushi in an hour when I haven't had anything to eat since breakfast except a handful of cherry tomatoes. Fortunately, I'd had a good solid bowl of soup for breakfast, not just pastry or cereal.

After supper, I stopped by Heather's room with some chocolate, since I'd mentioned it during the afternoon. At closing ceremonies, I found a thank-you in the Bozo Bus Tribune (as part of a paragraph about the incident), and Heather gave me a small box carved out of Tasmanian pine.

(More on Minicon later, probably.)

Green Room

I was part of the Green Room crew Cally and elisem recruited, as far as I can tell, almost entirely on alt.polyamory. (The exception to that being truepenny, who I think took more shifts than I did despite also working for Elise in the Dealer's Room.

This is mostly easy work: feed a few people, walk down the hall with a sign saying "Five Minutes", and be there in case you're needed. The main thing is that it involves a commitment to stay put for a while (loosely--nothing wrong with asking someone who's in there anyway to hold the fort while I go to the loo). gwynyth took the early morning shifts, leaving me and Cally free to have breakfast with papersky instead of opening Green Room.

At one point Saturday afternoon, there were enough people in there that the room produced two loud conversations, and the people in the programming space next door came in and complained. We kicked almost everyone out of Green Room at that point: it's program prep space, not an auxiliary special secret con suite. I shushed people preemptively the next morning. (This isn't usually an issue, because Green Room isn't usually right next door to programming; it also doesn't usually handle the five-minute warnings, but being nearby and there being only a few program items at a time, it made sense.) Lenny Bailes was difficult to expel, so I put him to work making coffee. (Lenny had annoyed me much earlier in the con by a gratuitous display of tactlessness.)

Sunday morning Cally looked at me and said "Would you like to run Green Room next year?" I don't think she expected me to say "yes", but I'd been considering offering to do it this year, so this made sense. I took the 1-2 shift Sunday, which nobody had signed up for, so Cally could go to a rocketry panel; I lunched on babaghanoush spread on garlic bread (Elise had been shopping that morning). This worked as lunch, and considering how well going out for lunch had worked the day before, had a practical appeal.

During tear-down, Cally attempted to invest me with ceremonial Green Room regalia, but nobody else was looking. She also announced that I had accepted the job during the Dead Dog, again to a complete lack of attention. In practice, I'll need to contact appropriate Minn-stf people and offer, but I suspect they'll accept unless they're bothered by having the job done from 1000 miles away, meaning I'd miss all the Minicon meetings.

Green Room

I was part of the Green Room crew Cally and elisem recruited, as far as I can tell, almost entirely on alt.polyamory. (The exception to that being truepenny, who I think took more shifts than I did despite also working for Elise in the Dealer's Room.

This is mostly easy work: feed a few people, walk down the hall with a sign saying "Five Minutes", and be there in case you're needed. The main thing is that it involves a commitment to stay put for a while (loosely--nothing wrong with asking someone who's in there anyway to hold the fort while I go to the loo). gwynyth took the early morning shifts, leaving me and Cally free to have breakfast with papersky instead of opening Green Room.

At one point Saturday afternoon, there were enough people in there that the room produced two loud conversations, and the people in the programming space next door came in and complained. We kicked almost everyone out of Green Room at that point: it's program prep space, not an auxiliary special secret con suite. I shushed people preemptively the next morning. (This isn't usually an issue, because Green Room isn't usually right next door to programming; it also doesn't usually handle the five-minute warnings, but being nearby and there being only a few program items at a time, it made sense.) Lenny Bailes was difficult to expel, so I put him to work making coffee. (Lenny had annoyed me much earlier in the con by a gratuitous display of tactlessness.)

Sunday morning Cally looked at me and said "Would you like to run Green Room next year?" I don't think she expected me to say "yes", but I'd been considering offering to do it this year, so this made sense. I took the 1-2 shift Sunday, which nobody had signed up for, so Cally could go to a rocketry panel; I lunched on babaghanoush spread on garlic bread (Elise had been shopping that morning). This worked as lunch, and considering how well going out for lunch had worked the day before, had a practical appeal.

During tear-down, Cally attempted to invest me with ceremonial Green Room regalia, but nobody else was looking. She also announced that I had accepted the job during the Dead Dog, again to a complete lack of attention. In practice, I'll need to contact appropriate Minn-stf people and offer, but I suspect they'll accept unless they're bothered by having the job done from 1000 miles away, meaning I'd miss all the Minicon meetings.

But it was winter last week!

Officially, the North Atlantic hurricane season begins on June 1.

But it was winter last week!

Officially, the North Atlantic hurricane season begins on June 1.