dc: (Doctor)
The Hugo Awards nominations have been announced. Here are the nominations in three of the categories:

Best Novel

Learning the World – Ken MacLeod
A Feast for Crows – George R.R. Martin
Old Man’s War – John Scalzi
Accelerando – Charles Stross
Spin – Robert Charles Wilson

Best Dramatic Presentation, Long Form

Batman Begins
The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
Wallace & Gromit in the Curse of the Were-Rabbit

Best Dramatic Presentation, Short Form

Battlestar Galactica: “Pegasus”
Doctor Who: “Dalek”
Doctor Who: “The Empty Child” & “The Doctor Dances”
Doctor Who: “Father’s Day”
Jack-Jack Attack
Lucas Back in Anger
Prix Victor Hugo Awards Ceremony (Opening Speech and Framing Sequences).

Some thoughts... )

Day 2 A.W.

Aug. 10th, 2005 09:31 pm
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I am still wrecked, and two days after Worldcon I didn’t expect to be quite this tired. It isn’t all down to Interaction, though, as we were woken at 04:00 for the second time in three days by our dickhead neighbours playing very loud music.

I woke up this afternoon thinking, “Must get the Info Desk open” — need to stop thinking that, the con is over, it has ceased to be...

I found Morgan Nightbear’s email address, which I am pleased about, he was very pleasant. I forgot to mention Bob Schwier, largely because I was sitting there seeing a stream of faces pass through my mind and grabbing the first few I could attach names to (something I am very bad at doing), but he and his friends were also great to meet. I had a pleasant chat with [livejournal.com profile] qidane, whose Centauri Ambassador to Glasgow costume at a previous con (2Kon?) was superb and who, it turns out, knows [livejournal.com profile] lilitufire. As she ([livejournal.com profile] lilitufire, I mean) says, small world. I think I did manage to buy [livejournal.com profile] akicif a pint, sometime a long time ago now. I hope so, quite apart from anything else he was very helpful on the Info Desk.

I have to admit to being very disappointed that Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell won the best novel Hugo, not because I was particularly rooting for one of the others, although I did have my favourite, but because it wasn’t very good. The first half (well, third, anyway) was involving and excellent, but it really fell away in the second half, and became a meandering tale with no satisfying conclusion. Since I read it, I have come across the claim that this book is the first of a trilogy, but that is no excuse, especially since nowhere in the book is there the slightest indication that this is the case. Until you get to the pitiful excuse for a conclusion, that is; there aren’t many books I have put down (in the last 20 years, at least) thinking “What a waste of my time!”, but JS&M is one of them.

We had the full con experience — it’s been a while. We went to parties, went to programme items, ate crap con food, drank in the real ale bar, met old friends and made new ones, and on Sunday night crashed in someone’s room. That four or five hours’ sleep was, believe it or not, the best sleep we had of the whole con.

But now it’s back to the shadow world of “real life”, a bit of a jolt after the heightened time at the con. Now, though, with Witchfest and Worldcon out of the way, and my hands fully healed after the fall some months back, I can knuckle down to that article on death and dying I promised to write for a web site.

dc: (Doctor)
So Interaction is over. Worldcon is now in the hands of the L.A.con IV committee — if we can judge from the contribution of their “space cadets” to the closing ceremony, they are a fun bunch and the con should be good... but it is unlikely we shall be able to afford to go. It seems like yesterday, rather than a week ago yesterday, that we were walking into the SECC to get our MIMO badges to help with the setting up of the con. We left the Dead Dog Party in the early hours and finally got home about three. My legs are aching, which is hardly surprising after walking miles back and forth on concrete floors for eight days. The good thing about hotel-based cons is they have carpetted floors!

It was a good con, the sort of con you have in your mind when you read glowing descriptions of SF cons for the first time (for me, that was in some stuff written by Asimov, no idea where — perhaps in his introductions in Before The Golden Age, but I honestly can’t remember). Over 4,000 people were there, and almost all of them were friendly and even charming. We encountered exactly two rude people. Unfortunately, one was a local — clearly not fully in his skull for some reason, and just plain obnoxious, he was completely not the typical fan. The other was an American, and his behaviour exhibited the sort of boorishness which gives American tourists such a bad name (which most of them — and in particular almost all the American fans — do not deserve). That’s not at all bad out of that number of people.

We met people we knew but hadn’t seen for some time. Last night at the Dead Dog I found myself sitting beside Chris O’Kane. We looked at each other, recognised each other’s faces, but couldn’t recall when we’d met. We suggested some cons from the late 1970s that might have been the occasion, but of course it wasn’t at a con that we’d met, it was during my too-brief period of attending the Trouts in about 1978-79, before pressure of work destroyed my social life for a few years. Neil Craig of Futureshock was there — his hair may be grey now, but there’s still plenty of it.

And then there is the meeting of new friends from far and near. I particularly want to mention Barbara and Piper from California, who are fortunate enough to live only a few miles from the L.A.con IV site, as well as [livejournal.com profile] llynecat, Morgan Nightbear, whose email address I seem to have misplaced, and others from the USA, plus, from nearer home, Helen X who was a great help on the Info Desk. It would be nice to get to Novacon if only to see Lucy again before she heads back to Australia, but I suspect we won't manage that. From Sweden, we met [livejournal.com profile] thette, whose LJ I had previously come across; in her last pre-con post, she desribes herself as “someone quite short and chubby” — well, she isn’t tall, but she didn’t strike me as notably chubby. I had met Børn (from Norway) before, but not really his delightful wife, Sidsel, who came to our midnight programme item on Sunday and rather liked the Moniack Mead we provided: on Monday, she dropped by the info desk to find out where she could get some.

The parties, of course, need to be mentioned. As always, the Scandinavians excelled (for the purposes of this we’ll include the Finns under this heading, although they aren’t actually Scandinavian). I didn’t make the Finnish party, as it was obvious if I went to that (and probably also the tequila-serving Texan party next door) I would stand no chance of getting sober to our programme item at midnight. I heard all about it, though, and it sounded good. The Norwegian party was, as always, superb. However, for the first time I can recall at a con with Scandinavian parties, it wasn’t quite the best. The Swedes put on a stonking party, with vast quantities of smoked moose sausage served on crispbread clinching their leading place. The range of alcohol available helped, too, of course.

The other parties were pretty good too. Worth noting was the homemade mead served up by BWB, the refreshing punch at the Kansas bid party, the Japanese party’s plum wine, the fiery confectionery strewn on the Chicago bid party’s tables, and the South African party with its very friendly people and plates of biltong. Oh, and then there was the twister game at the Redemption party — you don’t see that every day....

Hoax bids worth noting: Chernobyl in 2011, Geneva in 2008 (er... “The Geneva Convention”), and Xerps in 2010.

One tradition of British cons was ruthlessly flouted, though. The real ale bar was provided by the Kelburn Brewery, who kept restocking it — so we couldn’t drink the bar dry by Day 2! The swine!

I haven’t mentioned the programme much. We did get to a couple of programme items, plus our own (not something you should take for granted!), but, as Børn noted last night, you can tell a good con by the quality of the programme items you are missing. Everyone said what a good con this was — and those who were there in ’95 noted that it was better than Intersection.

Well, we had a good time, a very good time, and it’s done now. As our Dear Leader, Colin Harris — not to be confused with our Glorious Leader, Vince Docherty — said at the closing ceremony, there was something of a lump in the throat that it was all ending. All I can say is...

... ten years’ time, anyone?


Aug. 7th, 2005 01:39 pm
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Finally, I have made it to a programme item! (Apart from one we're doing ourselves, I mean.)

The panel on "The British Boffin" was good fun, with interesting contributions from each of the panel members. Amusing moment when someone brought up Prof. Challenger and Ken MacLeod had a slight braino (very understandable at this stage of the con) and tried to recall if that had been a radio programme or a play. On hearing the words "Arthur Conan Doyle" he said, "Oh, that Professor Challenger!" :)
dc: Me, in a pub.  (Exterminate All Heathens!)
After a couple of years of looking forward to it, Interaction, the 2005 WorldCon, is almost here. Things seem to be coming together on site, and suddenly the feeling that this is going to happen is concrete. It’s been a while since we made it to a con, and I’d forgotten how pleasant it is to just suddenly find yourself among a large number of people who are, on the whole, mutually sociable and interested in roughly the same things. More setting up tomorrow, and then on Thursday it gets going... and after all those months when WorldCon was a distant object on the horizon, calmly contemplated, it’s here, and I’m getting excited, almost as much as when I went to my first con (Faircon, long ago).

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