I should probably get an icon involving the other hat, really.
The hat went over quite well at Boskone and it has been an interesting psychological experiment.
So the Boskone pattern as established last year and continued this one is that we scoop up the kids when they get home from school and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
artan drops KJ and me at the hotel, so that is what we did. We had a thing we wanted to see at 4 if we could manage but that is a crunch; however, we got to the con early enough that not only did we get to about half of it but we got our badges first, checking in right behind a woman on stilts. Oh, also we ran into TNH and had a chat there.
(The woman on stilts was Miss Peacock in the con game of Clue, which we did not play or even figure out was happening until I encountered Col. Mustard over the books and went 'OH WAIT', and didn't figure out what even was until the Albacon room party.)
So we got our badges, went to the magical animals panel, and then checked in to the hotel and established ourselves in the room.
And now I open up the con schedule so I can... remember what we did and in what order.
At 6, KJ scurried off to learn about mapmaking in the kids' programming, and I meant to go to the fashion in fantasy panel under the principle that I know nothing about that and yet write characters who have clothes. Instead I encounteredxiphias and chatted for an hour, then retrieved KJ to introduce her.
KJ had wanted to go to the kaffeeklatsch for Tui Sutherland, whose books she reads ravenously, but it was all filled up when we went to sign up when we arrived. They said they'd try to get a second one going, though; we did our first sweep through the dealers' room and more or less did not buy anything. (I let her spend a dollar.)
Or maybe that was before 6, because there was filk at 7, and I know we went to the filk at 7, and then got dinner, and then wandered around a bit and ran into Jon Singer, like one does, and got shown photographs of glazework, like one does.
Eventually we wandered up to the room, and then took the notion of looking for the party floor, and left the room, and saw a party down the hall, which turned out to be Albacon's room party, where we hung out for a chunk of last year, actually, so we hung out there, and I accidentally an entire Celia Lake publicity, which may or may not be dangerous.
Um, somewhere in here we wound up at ops to enquire about the new kaffeeklatsch and the person there promised to write KJ in at the top of the new signup.
Then there was bed, and I slept poorly, and then we got up and hit up Starbucks for brekkie. KJ went to a crafting gathering in the kids' programming and came back with a fascinator for her top hat, which alas we had forgotten to bring. I genuinely do not recall most of the rest of the morning though I wound up in the dealers' room wandering, I think, and KJ went back to do more crafts, this time with Tui Sutherland. We also checked that she was properly signed up for the kaffeklatsch at 3.
We broke for lunch, and took the notion of ordering a burger for dinner through the hotel app, which did not work, so I wound up talking to the concierge and that required a phone call, which is what I had been trying to avoid. But we scheduled a burger delivery (to split between us) rather than wrestle with the queue for the pub again, to be sure we could get food and get to other things we wanted.
So we went to Mur Lafferty's kaffeeklatsch and I got an update on an anthology I wanted to submit to when it opened and learned it was not happening, but Mur asked me to let her know if the story sells. (So I submitted it somewhere that evening, and have a plan once I hit the rejection on it. It has more overt plot than most of my shorts so it has better odds, I think.)
Then KJ and I split up, her for her kaffeeklatcsh, me to the artists' panel she was skipping to go to it so that I could report on anything she might find cool. Then she was at the signing and I went to a panel on subversiveness in fantasy, which was delightful, and I believe that was the one which ended with one panelist saying in his concluding remarks that he loved my hat.
(I got a lot of hat compliments over the weekend. Very interesting experiment.)
Then KJ and I went to a Tolkien panel (effects of Tolkien on fantasy) because of course KJ wants all the Tolkien panels, and afterwards we scurried off to receive delivery of our dinner. She went off afterwards to do some more art in Dragonslair, and then we hit the pool and mostly the hot tub, where I encountered a woman who was staying in the hotel for the boat show but clearly who should have been at Boskone instead and may come next year.
Our plan afterwards was to hit the late night filk, but I didn't wanna move at 10:30 when it started, so KJ asserted the compromise position of going at 11, by which point she was asleep. I confirmed she wanted to continue being asleep and then settled in to finish an editing pass on OTB and then slept the sleep of the post-hot-tubbed-and-also-on-Nyquil.
Breakfast. Lazing about. KJ nagging me to get my ass out of bed. Got some chocolate in the dealers' room and then we ran off to see Jon Singer playing with lasers. (With a passing by Mary Kay and saying "We're going to watch Jon Singer playing with lasers!" Oh, yes, I had been looking for her since she missed last Boskone and I knew she'd be at this one, and she was unwell Friday but Saturday I found her by accident when I was talking to the Readercon guy at the table next to hers. We reconnected and sorted out how she knew me.)
So, laser assembly and demonstration, some wandering. Dealers' room to pick up a few books I'd made a note of, where I got handed another book by a dealer who presumably didn't want to carry them back on the airplane, so I have an autographed copy of whatever that is. KJ got a peridot with the last of her money.
We made it upstairs to look for the woman who occasionally does hair ornamentation, did not find her, did find Miss Scarlet claiming to be doing Pusheen fortunetelling, which turned out to be "if you catch the Pusheen, a kitten will come into your life!" She turned her back on the little crowd, and bridal tossed the stuffed animal back over her head straight at KJ, who now has a random Pusheen.
Panel on post-apocalyptic fiction, followed by panel on diminishing and going into the West which I found a perfectly sensible sequencing of things. Had comment in the latter, about the whole "the magic is gone, what do?" being a foundational trope of the genre (that deep dive into cultural flows in the late 1800s is relevant to so much of my life). Got called on as "the lady over there, I am NOT going to comment upon your hat"; comment was deemed worthwhile.
Had arranged for a pickup time and then wound up chatting with one of the panelists from the last panel of the day, and then snared into talking to TNH. Which led to being around for when Jon Singer brought some stringed instrument back to the gathering, at which point PNH started playing Tommy on it and I put in the bass chords ("Boooruuuuuuum!") because, um, that's how the brain works.
Anyway, we managed to get ourselves packed up, and due to KJ having a functional brain did not in fact check out before we remembered we'd forgotten our coats in the hotel room. We retrieved coats, checked out, and wound up settled in chairs near the door and I sang a solid rendition of the opening of "All around my hat" with various people including panelist from "When the magic goes away". Topics included the necessity of discussing being "the fey one with the hat" withelisem at some point when the opportunity presents.
Eventually we left. I got home and tweeted at Jon Singer to ask him what the instrument was, because I have forgotten.
I think that is basically the weekend.
The hat went over quite well at Boskone and it has been an interesting psychological experiment.
So the Boskone pattern as established last year and continued this one is that we scoop up the kids when they get home from school and
artan drops KJ and me at the hotel, so that is what we did. We had a thing we wanted to see at 4 if we could manage but that is a crunch; however, we got to the con early enough that not only did we get to about half of it but we got our badges first, checking in right behind a woman on stilts. Oh, also we ran into TNH and had a chat there.(The woman on stilts was Miss Peacock in the con game of Clue, which we did not play or even figure out was happening until I encountered Col. Mustard over the books and went 'OH WAIT', and didn't figure out what even was until the Albacon room party.)
So we got our badges, went to the magical animals panel, and then checked in to the hotel and established ourselves in the room.
And now I open up the con schedule so I can... remember what we did and in what order.
At 6, KJ scurried off to learn about mapmaking in the kids' programming, and I meant to go to the fashion in fantasy panel under the principle that I know nothing about that and yet write characters who have clothes. Instead I encountered
xiphias and chatted for an hour, then retrieved KJ to introduce her.KJ had wanted to go to the kaffeeklatsch for Tui Sutherland, whose books she reads ravenously, but it was all filled up when we went to sign up when we arrived. They said they'd try to get a second one going, though; we did our first sweep through the dealers' room and more or less did not buy anything. (I let her spend a dollar.)
Or maybe that was before 6, because there was filk at 7, and I know we went to the filk at 7, and then got dinner, and then wandered around a bit and ran into Jon Singer, like one does, and got shown photographs of glazework, like one does.
Eventually we wandered up to the room, and then took the notion of looking for the party floor, and left the room, and saw a party down the hall, which turned out to be Albacon's room party, where we hung out for a chunk of last year, actually, so we hung out there, and I accidentally an entire Celia Lake publicity, which may or may not be dangerous.
Um, somewhere in here we wound up at ops to enquire about the new kaffeeklatsch and the person there promised to write KJ in at the top of the new signup.
Then there was bed, and I slept poorly, and then we got up and hit up Starbucks for brekkie. KJ went to a crafting gathering in the kids' programming and came back with a fascinator for her top hat, which alas we had forgotten to bring. I genuinely do not recall most of the rest of the morning though I wound up in the dealers' room wandering, I think, and KJ went back to do more crafts, this time with Tui Sutherland. We also checked that she was properly signed up for the kaffeklatsch at 3.
We broke for lunch, and took the notion of ordering a burger for dinner through the hotel app, which did not work, so I wound up talking to the concierge and that required a phone call, which is what I had been trying to avoid. But we scheduled a burger delivery (to split between us) rather than wrestle with the queue for the pub again, to be sure we could get food and get to other things we wanted.
So we went to Mur Lafferty's kaffeeklatsch and I got an update on an anthology I wanted to submit to when it opened and learned it was not happening, but Mur asked me to let her know if the story sells. (So I submitted it somewhere that evening, and have a plan once I hit the rejection on it. It has more overt plot than most of my shorts so it has better odds, I think.)
Then KJ and I split up, her for her kaffeeklatcsh, me to the artists' panel she was skipping to go to it so that I could report on anything she might find cool. Then she was at the signing and I went to a panel on subversiveness in fantasy, which was delightful, and I believe that was the one which ended with one panelist saying in his concluding remarks that he loved my hat.
(I got a lot of hat compliments over the weekend. Very interesting experiment.)
Then KJ and I went to a Tolkien panel (effects of Tolkien on fantasy) because of course KJ wants all the Tolkien panels, and afterwards we scurried off to receive delivery of our dinner. She went off afterwards to do some more art in Dragonslair, and then we hit the pool and mostly the hot tub, where I encountered a woman who was staying in the hotel for the boat show but clearly who should have been at Boskone instead and may come next year.
Our plan afterwards was to hit the late night filk, but I didn't wanna move at 10:30 when it started, so KJ asserted the compromise position of going at 11, by which point she was asleep. I confirmed she wanted to continue being asleep and then settled in to finish an editing pass on OTB and then slept the sleep of the post-hot-tubbed-and-also-on-Nyquil.
Breakfast. Lazing about. KJ nagging me to get my ass out of bed. Got some chocolate in the dealers' room and then we ran off to see Jon Singer playing with lasers. (With a passing by Mary Kay and saying "We're going to watch Jon Singer playing with lasers!" Oh, yes, I had been looking for her since she missed last Boskone and I knew she'd be at this one, and she was unwell Friday but Saturday I found her by accident when I was talking to the Readercon guy at the table next to hers. We reconnected and sorted out how she knew me.)
So, laser assembly and demonstration, some wandering. Dealers' room to pick up a few books I'd made a note of, where I got handed another book by a dealer who presumably didn't want to carry them back on the airplane, so I have an autographed copy of whatever that is. KJ got a peridot with the last of her money.
We made it upstairs to look for the woman who occasionally does hair ornamentation, did not find her, did find Miss Scarlet claiming to be doing Pusheen fortunetelling, which turned out to be "if you catch the Pusheen, a kitten will come into your life!" She turned her back on the little crowd, and bridal tossed the stuffed animal back over her head straight at KJ, who now has a random Pusheen.
Panel on post-apocalyptic fiction, followed by panel on diminishing and going into the West which I found a perfectly sensible sequencing of things. Had comment in the latter, about the whole "the magic is gone, what do?" being a foundational trope of the genre (that deep dive into cultural flows in the late 1800s is relevant to so much of my life). Got called on as "the lady over there, I am NOT going to comment upon your hat"; comment was deemed worthwhile.
Had arranged for a pickup time and then wound up chatting with one of the panelists from the last panel of the day, and then snared into talking to TNH. Which led to being around for when Jon Singer brought some stringed instrument back to the gathering, at which point PNH started playing Tommy on it and I put in the bass chords ("Boooruuuuuuum!") because, um, that's how the brain works.
Anyway, we managed to get ourselves packed up, and due to KJ having a functional brain did not in fact check out before we remembered we'd forgotten our coats in the hotel room. We retrieved coats, checked out, and wound up settled in chairs near the door and I sang a solid rendition of the opening of "All around my hat" with various people including panelist from "When the magic goes away". Topics included the necessity of discussing being "the fey one with the hat" with
elisem at some point when the opportunity presents.Eventually we left. I got home and tweeted at Jon Singer to ask him what the instrument was, because I have forgotten.
I think that is basically the weekend.
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