Dragon*con2010 year of Steampunk, Friday
Sep. 7th, 2010 01:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdWe got to Atlanta without incident. Bun went along with me as she had a photo-shoot in town. I got her settled and took the Marta to Peachtree Center. I found the elevator and avoided the Escalator from Hell.
The elevator dumps right out on Peachtree street and the first thing I notice is a lot of people, in uniforms, standing around. Waiters mostly but an AWFUL lot of cops. And Peachtree is blocked off by a police SUV with flashy lights and there's a lot of yellow tape.
Of course. I had walked right out of the subway into the middle of a bank robbery, like the idiot tourist in a film who will be grabbed and used as a shield by the robber.
But I wandered, trying to find my way and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naienko found me. She hugged me, got me straightened out, put up with me getting stuck in the revolving door (my cooler was a little too large).
reannon had texted me the room number, so I went right up and got settled. We cruised the Exhibit Hall. And Kerlak had lots and lots of Dreams of Steam, which were selling well. I signed a few.
I had to fangirl Tom Savini a bit. I shook his hand and thanked him for years of instruction and entertainment. The man taught me most of what I know about horror make-up.
The Body Horror panel went all Zombie all the time. Because Zombies are kind of the ultimate in body horror. It's literally rotting away and still moving.
My Victorian London: Myth and Reality panel went well. I was in the dark a bit but held my own. They didn't want big, deep dissertation level stuff. We got a question on alternate sexuality and everyone on the panel looked at me. "Oh sure, pass it to the queer writer," I snarked. But the answer went well. A journalist for Atlanta's Southern Voice interviewed me afterward. And Queenie T Van Fisticuffs from Nashville gave me coffee cake.
I bumped into Kat and Charli and we visited a while. Changes are afoot at MidSouthCon. Sigh. I was beat after driving since 4 AM and packed it in around 11.
That's me and Carol Nelson Douglas after the panel.
The elevator dumps right out on Peachtree street and the first thing I notice is a lot of people, in uniforms, standing around. Waiters mostly but an AWFUL lot of cops. And Peachtree is blocked off by a police SUV with flashy lights and there's a lot of yellow tape.
Of course. I had walked right out of the subway into the middle of a bank robbery, like the idiot tourist in a film who will be grabbed and used as a shield by the robber.
But I wandered, trying to find my way and
naienko found me. She hugged me, got me straightened out, put up with me getting stuck in the revolving door (my cooler was a little too large). reannon had texted me the room number, so I went right up and got settled. We cruised the Exhibit Hall. And Kerlak had lots and lots of Dreams of Steam, which were selling well. I signed a few. I had to fangirl Tom Savini a bit. I shook his hand and thanked him for years of instruction and entertainment. The man taught me most of what I know about horror make-up.
The Body Horror panel went all Zombie all the time. Because Zombies are kind of the ultimate in body horror. It's literally rotting away and still moving.
My Victorian London: Myth and Reality panel went well. I was in the dark a bit but held my own. They didn't want big, deep dissertation level stuff. We got a question on alternate sexuality and everyone on the panel looked at me. "Oh sure, pass it to the queer writer," I snarked. But the answer went well. A journalist for Atlanta's Southern Voice interviewed me afterward. And Queenie T Van Fisticuffs from Nashville gave me coffee cake.
I bumped into Kat and Charli and we visited a while. Changes are afoot at MidSouthCon. Sigh. I was beat after driving since 4 AM and packed it in around 11.
That's me and Carol Nelson Douglas after the panel.
