I had the strangest dream last night about trying to catch a bus in an Ottawa that I did not recognise, and had for company and cuddles Byzantine Cumberpatch. Apparently Ottawa had a tram system that did not use the same tickets as the buses. And Slumberlatch Crinklesort was very cuddly. It was rather pleasant, actually. Despite being utterly lost.
This anecdote has nothing to do with Can Con 2014. I just thought I'd share. Carry on.
To be honest, there isn't much about day three that I remember all that well. I was in a haze of exhaustion and illness-fighting. I arrived in time to get breakfast at the Bridgehead on Bank and Albert and still be one of the first persons in the Dealer's Room. I settled in, eating my breakfast sandwich in a hurry and chugging back that coffee as if my life depended on it. I'm fairly certain that I felt my life depended on it.
First order of business for me was at midday. There was a special live filming of Nights at the Round Table in which we discussed Calculating God by Robert J. Sawyer. That episode will be going live next Monday. Immediately following that was I panel I shared with the awesome Erik Buchanan, Tim Carter (I swear we weren't stalking one another) and Mark Shainblum. That said, I don't remember Mark being there... It might be my fatigue-addled brain however. I was sitting between Erik and Tim. The panel was moderated by the eminently wonderful Marie Bilodeau.
None of us knew what we were supposed to be talking about, so the audience was required by Marie to shout out fandoms and we on the panel had to figure a way to "out" an imaginary person as a secret fan of that fandom. The puns flew thick and fast, my friends. It was a very entertaining panel, and I hope the audience had fun. I threatened to drown myself in whiskey the minute it was done.
I couldn't, of course. There was my table downstairs to look after.
While I was away, author and friend April Laramey very kindly watched my table for me as the Amazing Flatmate had to go to work. Ah life in the film industry! This was April's first Can Con. I hope she had a good time with it all and, more importantly, learned good stuff and made solid connections, because this is what these conventions are all about.
It truly was one of the best Can Cons I've attended, and I'm not just saying that because I was on a lot of panels (though I was on a lot of panels and they were hilarious fun!). There was some incredible programming and awesome-sauces guests, and lots of things going on that were fun and informative.
As I owe Tim a drink, next time I think I'll stay a little later after the convention closes and hang out in the bar (next year, Tim. I promise). Then I can relax and chat with friends properly instead of yelling a greeting as I sprint past to get to the next panel. That would be nice!
All I can say is that Can Con 2014 was brilliant. I cannot wait to do it again!
Right, I have to get to my Welsh lesson, and then writing.
Ciao!
This anecdote has nothing to do with Can Con 2014. I just thought I'd share. Carry on.
To be honest, there isn't much about day three that I remember all that well. I was in a haze of exhaustion and illness-fighting. I arrived in time to get breakfast at the Bridgehead on Bank and Albert and still be one of the first persons in the Dealer's Room. I settled in, eating my breakfast sandwich in a hurry and chugging back that coffee as if my life depended on it. I'm fairly certain that I felt my life depended on it.
First order of business for me was at midday. There was a special live filming of Nights at the Round Table in which we discussed Calculating God by Robert J. Sawyer. That episode will be going live next Monday. Immediately following that was I panel I shared with the awesome Erik Buchanan, Tim Carter (I swear we weren't stalking one another) and Mark Shainblum. That said, I don't remember Mark being there... It might be my fatigue-addled brain however. I was sitting between Erik and Tim. The panel was moderated by the eminently wonderful Marie Bilodeau.
None of us knew what we were supposed to be talking about, so the audience was required by Marie to shout out fandoms and we on the panel had to figure a way to "out" an imaginary person as a secret fan of that fandom. The puns flew thick and fast, my friends. It was a very entertaining panel, and I hope the audience had fun. I threatened to drown myself in whiskey the minute it was done.
I couldn't, of course. There was my table downstairs to look after.
While I was away, author and friend April Laramey very kindly watched my table for me as the Amazing Flatmate had to go to work. Ah life in the film industry! This was April's first Can Con. I hope she had a good time with it all and, more importantly, learned good stuff and made solid connections, because this is what these conventions are all about.
It truly was one of the best Can Cons I've attended, and I'm not just saying that because I was on a lot of panels (though I was on a lot of panels and they were hilarious fun!). There was some incredible programming and awesome-sauces guests, and lots of things going on that were fun and informative.
As I owe Tim a drink, next time I think I'll stay a little later after the convention closes and hang out in the bar (next year, Tim. I promise). Then I can relax and chat with friends properly instead of yelling a greeting as I sprint past to get to the next panel. That would be nice!
All I can say is that Can Con 2014 was brilliant. I cannot wait to do it again!
Right, I have to get to my Welsh lesson, and then writing.
Ciao!
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