First off, everyone who reads this within the next five hours needs to know that there is indeed a Space Squid room party. It starts at 9pm, in room 614. There’s signs, so if you’re actually at Armadillocon you can probably find it.
I never do quite as much picture taking as I feel I ought, but here’s some view of what was happening in the con for the past day or so.
Here we see the writer’s workshop. Notice that everyone has that bleary early-morning look. Notice that several people have been forced to read Space Squid. They are the early adopters.
Here’s my critique group. This photo was taken before the actual critique, where I carefully informed everyone of their latent genius. That’s why they’re not totally thrilled to be there yet.
Have you ever been in a room that suddenly goes silent, and you look up from your zine stapling to see Michael Moorcock? This is Moorcock presenting an award to Howard Waldrop. I can’t say I know exactly what that award is. You should look on someone else’s blog for that sort of thing. Remember, this blog is all about me.
Here we see an intimate little reading with Paige E. Roberts. She’s reading an explicit four-way lesbian vampire sex scene.
And people wonder why Paige is Space Squid‘s favorite author.
Here’s Jayme Blaschke. You’re always taking other people’s pictures, so how do you like it? Huh? Not so funny the other way, is it?
At the Apollocon party, which I look forward to all year long. Yeah, it’s true. Here we see editor D Chang eating the signature Apollocon jello shot by dipping a cheeto in it. It’s mad, I tell you, mad!
Also note that editor D displays his talent for always looking drunk whenever someone snaps a picture.
Some stuff I should have taken pictures of, but didn’t:
-The improv reading contest. We had 9 contestants and a full house of highly entertained audience. The grand prize winner was Nathan, with his chupacabra story.
-Me sitting at the signing table, with con-goer after con-goer turning down my offer to sign body parts.
-Me podcasting the podcasting panel. I got this all recorded, the sound quality will likely be totally heinous, but it’s something. The highlight of the panel was when I casually let slip that barbacoa is made from heads, making Alan J. Porter cry.
I’ll probably record my reading tonight, giving us one more thing to put on the podcast and pretend that we’re doing stuff.
