We had a great time at the con. First year in a new hotel and LC is growing, so it was a bit odd, including being booked for a lot of signings — I found this odd, since I’ve only had ONE new novel out in the last two years and most people don’t even know it’s mine — and a reading, plus two panels, one on DSR and one on AFGM
I’d have preferred to be on some more “general topic” panels, even if it was okay. However, I ended up on more than 3 panels a day. Don’t ask me why, but any more than that is a “killing load” for a presenter at a con, or at least for THIS presenter. When you add Dan’s panels in, we really had no down time.
That’s a minor quibble. I’d prefer a little more time to socialize. It is, however, not that horrible since it was a day and two halves, not the five days of say, worldcon, over which that rhythm WOULD destroy me.
Chattanooga was lovely as always. We got to see rain, which I always like — we’re from Colorado. This water from sky thing is totally alien.
I got to spend a lot of time talking to Jerry Pournelle, which is good, as it’s been ten years since we’ve seen each other. We don’t always agree, but Jerry is one of those friends I can discuss anything with, ranging wide, and have him correct me when (often) I’m a dumbass. I also got to introduce him to sons.
Also got to meet Glenn Reynolds and Doctor Helen. He’s just as nice — nicer? — in person as online, but Dr. Helen surprised me. Oh, she’s a lovely person, BUT what surprised me is that for someone so forceful and full of personality online, in real life she’s shorter than I AND delicately built. (Also very pretty, which doesn’t even make me jealous. I never was that pretty.) I guess it’s tightly compressed awesomeness?
Anyway, she spent time talking to younger son who normally doesn’t even like talking to adult women. (Shrug.)
The Baen party was great, of course.
My two regrets: I couldn’t hug everyone goodbye — no time as we left Sunday from Atlanta, so we had to run — and I had NOT NEARLY enough time to see all my friends. Notably this year we missed our usual conversation with Kelly and Star.
Now, for odd homecoming: when Dan went to get the mail from outside yesterday, there was a stick of dog poop wrapped in a dollar bill on the front porch.
We have NO idea what the hell this means but cursory searches indicate it both as an anti-gay thing — which doesn’t make much sense — and being pushed on some sites as “a way to punish your neighbors who don’t clean up after their dogs.
In either case, it leaves me
published puzzled (published too, but I don’t know why I typed that. Stupid autocomplete fingers.) No one in the household is gay (Not that it would be all right to do this if one of us were — it wouldn’t. It’s just this makes it more bizarre) which symbolically makes no sense, btw, and we don’t own a dog (as for leaving dog poop on the porch of people who don’t clean it, while it’s tit-for-tattish, I don’t have an issue, but WHY the dollar bill? And again, we don’t OWN a dog.)
I’m left to assume one of our neighbors is either insane or rock-bottom-dumb. Both of these make me somewhat uneasy. When combined with aggressive enough to undertake such a stupid gesture… well, let’s say our feelings that we should already have moved might be justified. HOW to get there is something else. (We keep having a feeling we should already be in Denver.) perhaps it’s time to reinforce window and door locks.
Update: I THINK I know what caused this and if so it was “anti gay” — you see, it was Pride Weekend in the Springs, and apparently some people got pretty exercised about it. The friend who house/cat sits for us when we go to cons is not gay. (None of our gay friends live close enough.) He is however of Apalachian origin and its being a summer day, he spent sometime on the front porch shirtless. Clearly some neighbor of ours is looking for gays under his bed and decided shirtless = gay. It’s still insane, and doesn’t make me happy to have someone that nuts in the neighborhood, but at least it’s PROBABLY explained.