This is definitely a very different event to any of the cons I've been to before, but I'm having a hard time pinning the exact manner in how. I've had some fairly interesting discussions with some people - from one fellow who's trying to get together a moon colonisation mission, to a conversation on the difference between 'good' and 'fine art and film cameras, spinning rust and storage issues and computer foibles, 'American cops have guns and it's an unnerving place', and a quick explanation of brexit and the consequences of No Deal to a woman from Vancouver in the style of Donald Trump (There'll be a Wall!!). Coined the phrase "Invited to Russels Tea-Party" as a euphemism for being airlocked. Bought a light amount of swag.
Took a ride on a steampunk VR book trailer, shot Steve Jackson (on film). The Royal Manticoran Navy had a recruitment booth with some fancy uniforms, got my photograph taken on the bridge of a Federation starship, propped up the bar and could've done with more spending money, and have so far burned through 6 rolls of film - most of it in three places.
Otherwise, Worldcon has very much been Arrive - got to bar and talk with someone - go to panel late and find it full - go back to bar and get talking - go to overfull panel - go back to bar. It's got a certain comfiness to it.
Took a ride on a steampunk VR book trailer, shot Steve Jackson (on film). The Royal Manticoran Navy had a recruitment booth with some fancy uniforms, got my photograph taken on the bridge of a Federation starship, propped up the bar and could've done with more spending money, and have so far burned through 6 rolls of film - most of it in three places.
Otherwise, Worldcon has very much been Arrive - got to bar and talk with someone - go to panel late and find it full - go back to bar and get talking - go to overfull panel - go back to bar. It's got a certain comfiness to it.
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
One day they're going to ban them.