FC 2012 Room Win!
Jan. 14th, 2012 06:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
furtechThis is the first time in thirteen years that I don't have a dealer's table at the con. As expected, I'm at loose ends with what to do without a base of operations to work from. Today was mostly off-site, though: I got to have lunch at the Apple Café with local friends (the food is -always- worth making time for!). The afternoon was shopping for some needed supplies. In the evening, I went to see Cirque du Soleil's IMMORTAL show (the Michael Jackson-themed one) at the HP Pavillion just down the street. CdS was very nice-- not as "big" and creature-costume-y as some of their shows (it is travelling after all), but very snazzy. They had the brightest electro-luminescent wire I've ever seen! (<--check it out, Sionna! I want to know what they used!!)
One of the downsides to no dealer's table: I totally forgot to buy a membership and was reminded how LONG the reg lines are. I got so used to the dealers room staff and the incredible organization and convenience the provide for the dealers. At the same time I don't miss the schlepping of stuff and setting up of the table!
Schadenfreude for Roz: I saw Steve M. get booted from the table he'd set up at in the hallway outside the dealer's room. I'm guessing he was told to go register or be booted (he didn't even have a membership!) because I watched as he marched right up to the front of the long line for registration, where he had an animated argument with the registration director (all clearly seen through the glass, by their gestures); saw Steve try to go-in-the-out-door; saw same director explain to him (with more obvious gestures) how to get to the end of the long line; saw him re-explain to Steve why he couldn't go backwards through the crowded hallway, that Steve had to go around to the back of the line; saw Steve finally frump to the door and the end of the line. It was like a silent comedy film. I guess the con staff has had it with Steve's ghosting the con and stealing space to sell his work.
On the other hand, I totally scored on my room: for some reason, they gave me an executive suite. I'm on the third floor (easy access to the con areas just a flight down) and two rooms that are bigger than any room I've had in recent memory (the bathroom is bigger than most of the rooms here). There's also a great view down Market Street and San Carlos blvd. So of course I have no giant monster suit to build/finish/make use of the easy con-access. Nor do I have a roommate. As if I needed more incentive to never leave my room (getting out and into the con is a huge accomplishment for me, who would prefer to sit in his dank cave and watch bad television). If I could instantly transport materials and equipment here, I'd just stay in this room and build. There's even an empty refrigerator and two tv's.
I'm still baffled as to why I got this, but I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth.
Tomorrow: actually getting out and seeing the con!
One of the downsides to no dealer's table: I totally forgot to buy a membership and was reminded how LONG the reg lines are. I got so used to the dealers room staff and the incredible organization and convenience the provide for the dealers. At the same time I don't miss the schlepping of stuff and setting up of the table!
Schadenfreude for Roz: I saw Steve M. get booted from the table he'd set up at in the hallway outside the dealer's room. I'm guessing he was told to go register or be booted (he didn't even have a membership!) because I watched as he marched right up to the front of the long line for registration, where he had an animated argument with the registration director (all clearly seen through the glass, by their gestures); saw Steve try to go-in-the-out-door; saw same director explain to him (with more obvious gestures) how to get to the end of the long line; saw him re-explain to Steve why he couldn't go backwards through the crowded hallway, that Steve had to go around to the back of the line; saw Steve finally frump to the door and the end of the line. It was like a silent comedy film. I guess the con staff has had it with Steve's ghosting the con and stealing space to sell his work.
On the other hand, I totally scored on my room: for some reason, they gave me an executive suite. I'm on the third floor (easy access to the con areas just a flight down) and two rooms that are bigger than any room I've had in recent memory (the bathroom is bigger than most of the rooms here). There's also a great view down Market Street and San Carlos blvd. So of course I have no giant monster suit to build/finish/make use of the easy con-access. Nor do I have a roommate. As if I needed more incentive to never leave my room (getting out and into the con is a huge accomplishment for me, who would prefer to sit in his dank cave and watch bad television). If I could instantly transport materials and equipment here, I'd just stay in this room and build. There's even an empty refrigerator and two tv's.
I'm still baffled as to why I got this, but I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth.
Tomorrow: actually getting out and seeing the con!
