September 9, 2010, Posted by Cat in News 8 Comments
It’s probably a bit late for a con report. I’ve been back at work two days, hack coughing like a Gitanes smoker and feeling that sense of dislocation one always experiences when emerging from the magical back-of-the-wardrobe convention wonderland.
Aussiecon 4 was big and it had its problems but in my memory it remains firmly etched as five fun-filled blurry days and nights of exuberant conversation with friends I don’t get to see nearly often enough. I did three panels and a play reading/performance, missed half the panels I really wanted to see, got my picture took with China Mieville, and generally ran around like a headless chook trying to make sure I was doing what I was supposed to be doing when I was supposed to be doing it.
Things I learnt last weekend include:
– I need an iphone
– My wardrobe contains way too much black
– Skirts are comfortable – why do I rarely ever wear them?
– Man, there are some really fucking rude, entitled Yanks out there
– Rob Shearman is still the sweetest man alive
– Kaaron Warren is a muppet
– Don’t do fan panels, even if the topic is sound and you consider yourself a genuine fan
– It is possible to take too many photos
– It isn’t possible to have too many Ditmars
– Blogging is tricky when your senile cat is headbutting your hand. (OK, so that last one has nothing to do with the con).
The highlight of the con was, of course, Peter’s Hugo win — I don’t think he’s ever going to come down from that high. The perfect end to a visit that, jetlag and patchy broadband aside, ran as smooth as silk. He was everything you want in a houseguest and con buddy and none of the things you don’t. Smart, funny, charming, kind. I was truly saddened to pack him back off to Toronto (it’s illegal to kidnap Canadians, right?) He wrote a lovely blog post about his Australian experience here.