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Mood: Cool ]
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Currently: Eating Grapes ]
Morning again.
I didn’t get a change to do a blog last night as I was exhausted after a very full afternoon and evening and collapsed into bed.
After lunch yesterday I returned to the autograph line to get Tori Higginson, Marina Siritis and Eric Avari’s autographs. I mentioned before that this con has special needs accommodations. I have very flat feet and the hotel ballroom floors either never had under padding or the under padding has been worn away to nothing. This means that after about 30 minutes of standing, I am done for several hours. Luckily, the con will put me in a special line with chairs. This doesn’t mean I get through any faster as they do a great job balancing the needs of the all, but it does mean I can enjoy the con with much less pain.
Autographs were fine. Marina chuckled at my real name, and I had to explain to her that it really was my name and that I had been in possession of it for 36 years. It made the personalization very special. Eric Avari was also lovely, commenting that he had a niece with my name. We chatted briefly, it is an autograph line after all.
I got out of the autograph room halfway through Ron Glass‘s presentation, so I decided to return to the art show to help out. I ran into Husband Unit there, and he told me that Ron had been a wee bit boring as he had talked only about Barney Miller.
At 3:00 pm I attended the screening of the television adaptation of Tanya Huff’s Blood Ties. Tanya is one of my all time favourite authors. She writes well and has a sense of humour. She is also a geek. Now the first thirteen episodes of this series have already aired in the US and the rest of the freaking world. Here in Canada, they will not start until August. It was good, very good. I plan to do a review for RevSF once I return to Ottawa.
5:00 pm saw me at a Heroes panel, that was packed. The panelists were very good, as were the audience. The most exciting part of the panel occurred when one of the panelists dared to suggest that Peter didn’t need Nathan to save him and New York at the end of the season, that he could have done it himself, given that he could fly. A group of women that I like to call the Peter Patrol did not like that at all and went on the attack. Some of it was a little shrill and emotional. It was like putting a Klingon into a room full of Tribbles. Even without that excitement, we could have gone on all day. An hour was not enough time.
Well I must away. I will blog what I did from 6:00 pm on at a later time.