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18/11/07 22:50Home again.
OryCon was fun. Four panels, one reading (three people in the audience, but they seemed to have a good time, which is better than a legion of dour make-me-smile people crowding the room), and two hours or so of Whose Line is it Anyway, with (among others)![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaylake, which was delirious and adrenaline filled. I'm always convinced that the other players are quicker and funnier than I am, except that every now and then some Force takes over my mouth and I say something just as quick and funny. The hard part is not stopping and looking around and going "Hey, did I do that?"
Today's panel was on "Is SF respectable today?" I'm not sure that any consensus was reached: my feeling is that SF is not so much respectable as it is ubiquitous (hell, McDonalds is ubiquitous, but that doesn't make it respectable). Yesterday's panels were "Is The Paper Book Becoming Extinct" (probably not entirely. I will say that, by the end of the hour, strong proponent of hard copy that I am, I was more ready to accept Our Alien Overlords and Their Reading Technology. A little more, anyway) and "Women Role Models in SF," which was largely notable for the fact that Patty Wells and I discovered a mutual fondness for Sinclair Lewis and Anne Brontë. And on Friday I was on a panel about the romantic allure of vampires (four words: Mr. Spock with fangs).
It was rainy and cold in Portland--there's a shock--but I had good meals with many people, and didn't stay up too very late. And I left my cell phone in my room most of the time. so no one from home could hunt me down and make me administer justice long-distance.
OryCon was fun. Four panels, one reading (three people in the audience, but they seemed to have a good time, which is better than a legion of dour make-me-smile people crowding the room), and two hours or so of Whose Line is it Anyway, with (among others)
jaylake, which was delirious and adrenaline filled. I'm always convinced that the other players are quicker and funnier than I am, except that every now and then some Force takes over my mouth and I say something just as quick and funny. The hard part is not stopping and looking around and going "Hey, did I do that?"Today's panel was on "Is SF respectable today?" I'm not sure that any consensus was reached: my feeling is that SF is not so much respectable as it is ubiquitous (hell, McDonalds is ubiquitous, but that doesn't make it respectable). Yesterday's panels were "Is The Paper Book Becoming Extinct" (probably not entirely. I will say that, by the end of the hour, strong proponent of hard copy that I am, I was more ready to accept Our Alien Overlords and Their Reading Technology. A little more, anyway) and "Women Role Models in SF," which was largely notable for the fact that Patty Wells and I discovered a mutual fondness for Sinclair Lewis and Anne Brontë. And on Friday I was on a panel about the romantic allure of vampires (four words: Mr. Spock with fangs).
It was rainy and cold in Portland--there's a shock--but I had good meals with many people, and didn't stay up too very late. And I left my cell phone in my room most of the time. so no one from home could hunt me down and make me administer justice long-distance.