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As is traditional, the (normally prompt) trams on the way to the station manage to arrange a delay just when we need to get there on time to catch a train. Signal failures lead to repeated demonstrations of the fact that Metrolink is fitted with automatically-triggered emergency brakes.
Shock! Someone at Virgin trains has rendered the automated ticket machines at Manchester Piccadilly actually USEFUL by making it possible to buy tickets to more than the top 20 stations.
Lots of fun waiting for 40 minutes in the hotel reservation queue due to (apparently) a disaster with the computerised reservations system...
Best news of the day: a convention hotel with a choice of cider!!!!!
I notice several of the hotel staff giving some fans (discreet) funny looks, leading me to think: you ain't seen nothing yet.
Contemplating the stack of fanzines I've acquired so far: my god, I'm turning into a fanzine fan. [Side note:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
swisstone, write bigger! I've got good eyesight, and I'm thinking how tiny that text is]
The hotel copes well with breakfast: there's a horde of fans, but it doesn't look like stuff's running out, and everone seems to be getting fed fairly efficiently.
Holy crap, that's a big dealers' room.
Met a truckload of LJ-ers for the first time (or, in several cases, made a connection between someone I'd met before and an LJ handle I know, or got a proper introduction to people I was vaguely acquainted with) [waves toang_grrr, cleanskies, cloudhigh, del_c, dougs, green_amber, hawkida, ladymoonray, oxfordslacker, pickledginger, sbisson. Phew. And that's not including the people I should have spoken to, but didn't (sorry)] OK, maybe LJ is taking over fandom.
sbisson looks nothing like his south park LJ alter-ego [later thought: Oh yes he does! It's me memory going, guv]
Beyond cyberdrome:
The Masquerade:
Short. But silly, and for the most part, funny. Makes me guilty about not doing anything (and thereby extending my participation-spectating record to 4½-3½ - someday, I'll break even) [note: I'll tell anyone who listens that I'm shy and downright phobic about being in front of an audience. So how on earth did I end up participating in more Eastercon masquerades than I've watched?]
Given how most of fandom seems to regard filk as the lowest of the low, I am forced to speculate whether putting a filker on as the masquerade interval entertainment was more cruel to the audience, or to the poor guy who had to watch two-thirds of the audience get up and leave when he came on.
Dawning realisation:zotz isn't who I've been thinking he was for the last 6 months (at least; I think we've been on a shared mailing list for far longer). Well, least that makes a slight reduction in my total confusion level.
Ouch, the air in the rotunda is dry in the evenings [retires to bed with very sore eyes]
Bleurgh. Mornings, who needs 'em.
Yay! Someone's managed to do most of the FONTzine crossword! Looks like I succeeded in making it not sicko-bastard-hard this year.
Monday afternoon, and they've still got cider on! This hotel gets my vote! Oh, we're back here in 2 years? Cool.
Friday
As is traditional, the (normally prompt) trams on the way to the station manage to arrange a delay just when we need to get there on time to catch a train. Signal failures lead to repeated demonstrations of the fact that Metrolink is fitted with automatically-triggered emergency brakes.
Shock! Someone at Virgin trains has rendered the automated ticket machines at Manchester Piccadilly actually USEFUL by making it possible to buy tickets to more than the top 20 stations.
Lots of fun waiting for 40 minutes in the hotel reservation queue due to (apparently) a disaster with the computerised reservations system...
Best news of the day: a convention hotel with a choice of cider!!!!!
I notice several of the hotel staff giving some fans (discreet) funny looks, leading me to think: you ain't seen nothing yet.
Saturday
Contemplating the stack of fanzines I've acquired so far: my god, I'm turning into a fanzine fan. [Side note:
swisstone, write bigger! I've got good eyesight, and I'm thinking how tiny that text is]The hotel copes well with breakfast: there's a horde of fans, but it doesn't look like stuff's running out, and everone seems to be getting fed fairly efficiently.
Holy crap, that's a big dealers' room.
Met a truckload of LJ-ers for the first time (or, in several cases, made a connection between someone I'd met before and an LJ handle I know, or got a proper introduction to people I was vaguely acquainted with) [waves to
ang_grrr, cleanskies, cloudhigh, del_c, dougs, green_amber, hawkida, ladymoonray, oxfordslacker, pickledginger, sbisson. Phew. And that's not including the people I should have spoken to, but didn't (sorry)] OK, maybe LJ is taking over fandom.sbisson looks nothing like his south park LJ alter-ego [later thought: Oh yes he does! It's me memory going, guv]Sunday
Beyond cyberdrome:
- Silly, silly.
- Ooh, a Lego gatling-catapult! (Bazooka does it again)
- Cuileann, left to his own devices in the BC arena, does what any small child would, and goes ahead crawl-factor 7 towards the mousetraps. The Spanish Inquisition, with a mighty bound and a cry of "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!", comes to his rescue with big stompy boots.
The Masquerade:
Short. But silly, and for the most part, funny. Makes me guilty about not doing anything (and thereby extending my participation-spectating record to 4½-3½ - someday, I'll break even) [note: I'll tell anyone who listens that I'm shy and downright phobic about being in front of an audience. So how on earth did I end up participating in more Eastercon masquerades than I've watched?]
Given how most of fandom seems to regard filk as the lowest of the low, I am forced to speculate whether putting a filker on as the masquerade interval entertainment was more cruel to the audience, or to the poor guy who had to watch two-thirds of the audience get up and leave when he came on.
Dawning realisation:
zotz isn't who I've been thinking he was for the last 6 months (at least; I think we've been on a shared mailing list for far longer). Well, least that makes a slight reduction in my total confusion level.Ouch, the air in the rotunda is dry in the evenings [retires to bed with very sore eyes]
Monday
Bleurgh. Mornings, who needs 'em.
Yay! Someone's managed to do most of the FONTzine crossword! Looks like I succeeded in making it not sicko-bastard-hard this year.
Monday afternoon, and they've still got cider on! This hotel gets my vote! Oh, we're back here in 2 years? Cool.
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Date: 2003-04-28 13:55 (UTC)In terms of regular FONT attendees, I think we're it so far, though there appears to be a campaign underway to get SMS on LJ.