Every year I see these, and every year my brain wonders. So, Internets, I turn it over to you. Is this blasphemy? Why or why not? Separate to that question, is it in good taste?
Month: February 2011
My cat is more fannish than yours
Or at least she’s got good taste in sleeping arrangements. Ebony is sacked out on my latest FAPA distribution which came in the mail today.
All the way to Reno and other fannish updates…
Two things of interest to my fannish friends (and possibly others):
- I paid off the last little bit I owed to the Reno Worldcon, so barring extraordinary circumstances, I’ll be hanging with friends there. I mean, it’s just over the hill. (Okay, for values of hill that involves a high point of 7,240 ft above sea level — given I’m starting from approximately 100 ft, it’s a bit of a climb.) But the point is, I’ve got my membership, I’m working out a place to stay, so I should be there. I’m kinda looking forward to it.
- For those who didn’t see my triumphant post on Facebook, I have a fanzine now. It’s called Rhyme & Paradox, and you can find a PDF copy of Issue #½ on Bill Burns’ wonderful efanzines site.
Issue #1 is slated for June and is tentatively titled katster went down to corflu and other stories. (Issue #2, with a mid-August drop [read: I want to hand out copies at Worldcon], has the subtitle Dreaming of Rockets, just to plan ahead.) Contributions welcome.
And I think that’s about it for right now. See y’all again soon.
This is my pocket knife
Went to run a few items to the post office. Now, the post office in Sacramento is in the federal building, mere feet from the security guards manning the metal detector.
They wouldn’t let me take the knife in. I guess I could use it to go postal on the postal employees, but why? Hell, my keys (which I am allowed to take in the federal building) would probably do more damage.
So I had to put it outside. Also, their metal detector is sensitive enough to detect glasses. Meh.
Security theatre sucks, as does paranoia.
The wrong side of the glass…
Poor Ebony-kitty finds herself on the wrong side of the glass to go chase the robin on the patio. We’re so mean to her.
[corflu] A bit of inventory…
While my brain is still trying to process last weekend — part of my head wants to believe it was all a dream, but I suspect that’s somewhat due to a slight lack of sleep — I figure I’ll do a bit of inventory and a few housekeeping notes.
First, the housekeeping note: I posted this to the Corflu LJ page, but I’ll repeat it here. We’re doing another round of the virtual consuite one-shot. I have one contribution in the bag and one contribution definitively promised, (and, of course, I’m writing one) and I’d like to get a couple more in. Last year’s had a good contribution and I’d like to see this year’s be just as awesome. My email is katster@retstak.org, if you’re inclined to submit something.
Now inventory:
What I brought to Corflu: 47 copies of Rhyme #½
What I have: 19 copies — 18 good, one slightly crunched. Four are earmarked: 1 for Geri, 1 for Peter, 1 for Nic, and 1 in exchange for a zine that was mailed to me last year. That means I have 15 left and if anybody might want one, I am more than happy to mail it. It might be a while before I can do so — finances are still tight — but I’ll get them slowly mailed out, and as a bonus, if Rhyme #1 comes out, I’d probably go ahead and send that too. Let me know. (BTW, my plans for original print runs is to hand-stamp each with my logo stamp that a pal of mine gave me for Christmas. The Corflu copies, being the original print run of Rhyme #½, have a stamp on the lower left of the first page of text.)
I have a small pile of things I got in return, which I will happily document if anybody’s interested in that sort of thing.
In the meanwhile, I’m going to go to school and try to get my thoughts to behave a little more coherently.
Home again, home again, jiggity jig
As much as I didn’t want to leave the fun that was Corflu, alas, all good things must come to an end. I wandered out a bit after ten last night, and got home a bit before 1. Time: about two and a half hours of driving, all told. If you want hassle-free transportation, there’s a step above limo service charlotte nc that you can hire. They also accept events and worldwide transportation services. I was less sleepy than I thought I’d be, which is somewhat of a miracle.
I’m still trying to process the weekend. Maybe with a full night’s sleep, I’ll be able to attempt to write some of it down.
Short of it, though, is I had an amazing time, and I’m going to do my best to see you all next year in realspace. In the meantime, I’ve got a first issue of Rhyme to put out. (For those of you not at Corflu, I introduced Rhyme, but deliberately numbered it ½ so that it wouldn’t be the first issue — I’ll get the electronic copy to Bill later in the week, I suspect.)
Meanwhile, I think some sleep is needed. My cat has already found the pile of fanzines, declared them cromulent, and sacked out on them. Mebbe she’s a fan, too.
A quick thought on the first day of Corflu
What. A. Ride.
I’ll have more to say when I’m a bit more coherent, but that’s the short of it.
On my way…
Stopped in Cordelia Junction to fuel both myself and my car. This place has always been my marker that I’m entering the Bay Area, so I guess I’m actually going.
Corflu, here I come.