Monday,
February 25, 2008

So, ConDFW

It included a good reading, six good panels with a Yard Dog Press Road Show where I gave damn good zombie if I say so myself, a signing where I got most of the heel of one sock knitted after I signed two books, a nice time chatting with a wide variety of folks, a post-Nebula consolation beer bought for me by the lovely and talented K. Hutson Price, and new reinforcement to my reputation as the person who should be in charge of the "Porn vs. Erotica" panel.

Hey, I'd been told earlier in the day that personages on the panel would clamp their hands over my mouth if I kept cracking jokes -- I NEEDED to bring those floggers.

In fact, the only down note about the con were the twin plagues that were making the rounds -- if someone didn't have some sort of sinus/respiratory issue (e.g. Sue Sinor), they had a stomach bug (e.g. Rachel Caine). With past experience in con crud I upped my intake of Vitamin C and washed my hands fastidiously all weekend, and I still felt sorta icky today (respiratory in my case, thank Boombah). So I did the smart thing and hied myself down to the pho joint and had myself a big bowl of spicy soup, which seems to have done the trick.

After my first panel and before my second

I skipped opening ceremonies to head up to the Barnes and Noble on 15th near Alma and pick up two copies of Schuyler's Monster and get them signed by Robert Rummel-Hudson.

Rob is, of course, a well-known blogger (and if you don't know him, click on the link above to get a full dose of the vitamin-packed goodness that is Darn Tootin') and brand-new author, and he did a splendid job of reading from the book while his wife Julie worked the crowd most ably (turns out she's the manager of this particular B&N, so she knew all the angles) and took pictures.

And then there was Schuyler, who, frankly, is one damn adorable kid. She sat down front with family, waving to us occasionally when she wasn't standing up and acting along with Rob's reading (I was tempted to ask if we could borrow her as an interpretive dancer for the Yard Dog Press Road Show later that evening -- she even has red hair, she'd fit in perfectly). Teachers and members of her class also showed up for the reading, and you could tell everyone was having a good time.

After the reading Rob signed books while the crowd munched on lemon-frosted cupcakes and coffee, and I handed over the Kong Go Bongo quilt while he signed my copies. Nice guy that he is, Rob was extremely complimentary about the quilt and said that Schuyler would lose her head over it, which warmed the cockles of my black little heart.

Now I just have to start working on her dollhouse. Heh, heh, heh...

And then, the Oscars

And no, I won't spoil you and mention names. But when they announced the winner of the Best Original Screenplay, I severely frightened the cats with my cheering and fist pumps.

Oh, and if you get the chance, check out Jimmy Kimmel's VERY NSFW answer to Sarah Silverman's video, "I'm Fucking Matt Damon."

It was shown after the Oscars, and now the cats won't come out from under the table.

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