First day of the con is coming to a close. I always thought Apollocon was a particularly relaxed affair, so I’m taking extra care to stay stress-free and not peddle Space Squid too much.
I’m also not taking as many pictures as I ought for this blog, so try to forgive their sporadic incompleteness.
Patrice Sarath and Chris Roberson discuss how the semiotic qualities of recorded media imbue their subjects with a heightened appearance of reality. Don’t feel so real at 450 pixels across, do you?
Allen Steele sings for the crowd at the opening ceremonies. His velvety voice leaves women and men alike in tears.
Jayme Blaschke thinks he’s all smooth with the camera.
Let’s all take a moment to hate Space Squid nemesis Mikal Trimm.
I’m slated to moderate two panels at this con, and I’ve already guided the speculative swear words panel through the mire of cussing. Selina Rosen gave an impassioned argument for how those meddling upper-class folks have been foisting spec-fic fake swear words on us to interfere with our God-given right to say "fuck" in literature. Jessica Reisman used the "C" word in public. I kid you not. I blushed.
