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Swancon day 1
Jun. 5th, 2021 09:27 pm [to be expanded when I am awake]
I got to Swancon this afternoon. Very tired this morning - carry over from Friday? - so delayed start. Rode Rocket in, after short delay when my mother rang me up en route, despite being told several times I'd be conventioning. Probably genuine, memory like a goldfish but still annoying. "Write it down!" I keep saying.
I've met so many people I know but have not seen for two years or more that my brain is exploding.
I sat in on several panels and tried to absorb information! Amused by the fact that the Fluffy Unicorn Panel, which tried to focus on good things about 2020, was followed by We're All Going to Die, about the many and varied apocalypses which COULD descend on us!
The search for dinner was less than fantastic because none of us had thought to book at the Balti, local Indian restaurant, and it was packed out by concert-goers; the Concert Hall being next to the con hotel. In the end after finding that the decent Chinese restaurant I knew had been replaced by a blaring horror of a place, I went home and got something there after feeding the rats. Who believed they were starving because dinner was approximately half an hour late.
Brain fading. Sleep now.
I got to Swancon this afternoon. Very tired this morning - carry over from Friday? - so delayed start. Rode Rocket in, after short delay when my mother rang me up en route, despite being told several times I'd be conventioning. Probably genuine, memory like a goldfish but still annoying. "Write it down!" I keep saying.
I've met so many people I know but have not seen for two years or more that my brain is exploding.
I sat in on several panels and tried to absorb information! Amused by the fact that the Fluffy Unicorn Panel, which tried to focus on good things about 2020, was followed by We're All Going to Die, about the many and varied apocalypses which COULD descend on us!
The search for dinner was less than fantastic because none of us had thought to book at the Balti, local Indian restaurant, and it was packed out by concert-goers; the Concert Hall being next to the con hotel. In the end after finding that the decent Chinese restaurant I knew had been replaced by a blaring horror of a place, I went home and got something there after feeding the rats. Who believed they were starving because dinner was approximately half an hour late.
Brain fading. Sleep now.