Kage Baker loved eating in hotel restaurants. She loved room service even more, but due to the built-in expense and delays involved in ordering food to your room, she mainly used room service for late night drinks and desserts.
And of course, we have provisions to hand this year, as well, Yestreday, turkey jerkey and graham crackers contributed hugely to my recovery from a migraine (it kept coming back). But we still managed a lovely dinner with Tim and Sandra Cadell, which was a welcome shift into rowdiness with old Faire friends. We even remembered to eat with our forks (mostly) and not wipe our fingers on our clothes. That’s what bread is for …
This morning we also fulfilled my one self-indulgent requirement for conventions, and went for a sit-down breakfast. I love breakfast buffets. No one looks askance at corned beef hash on pancakes, or my attempts to live exclusively on bacon. This Marriott has a weirdly limited dinner menu, but breakfast was wonderful. Three kinds of fresh melons! Sounds like something you’d get in a cavansary in the Arabian Nights.
Lots of good costumes in evidence, too. There are two other conventions in the Bay area this weekend – on the one hand, that has cut down a little ob BayCon;s attendance. On the other hand, new attendees are cycling in every day from the Fanime convention and (I think) Clockwork Academy. So it’s interesting, and people keep arriving. I saw my first pair of fairy wings today – a juvenile female, obviously fresh out of the chrysalis – and a towering green wig on a strampunk lady, that resembled the Eiffel Tower made out of octopodi. Amazing.
The Dealers Room was a little sparse but very choice; stunning jewellry and bone carving and leatherwork. The Art Room has some lovely stuff, too, including more bas relief and model work than usual. Cats and dragons are popular this year, I note. But really, when are they not?
I’m going to go prepare for my panel. now – I intend to advocate for the necessity of grandmothers and aunties to maintain healthy human society; also the many vital roles of obsessive compulsion and perseveration syndromes. Also, how dangerous it can be to allow Homo sapiens to become a monoculture like corn … corn never reached for the stars, you know.
Aaaaaand, all that was hours ago. Did the panel – wildly enthusiastic audience, which was very nice. Not exclusively of the disabled but determined to go to space variety, either: more people who would like to see a wider sample of humanity represented in our putative colonies. There were interesting discussions on the improvements to life for the disabled that have come from the space programs – everything from wireless cardiac monitors to really good pressure stockings. Also, discussion of the fact that, while amputations, diseases and unexpected babies are not actually planned for our colonies or L5 habitats or generation ships – they are going to happen anyway. As long as we send human beings, these things will happen. We should work out contingency plans now, while we have some time.
There was some slight posturing over who has the “better” disability: the physically handicapped, or the neural-non-typical; ie, is it more virtuous or PC to be asthmatic or have fibromyalgia, or to have Asberger’s? I am of the opinion that space for everyone means EVERYONE; we’re not trying to establish a new class of the privileged, we’re trying to make everyone equal. But people being people (which is pretty much the point) there is always someone who feels their own condition occupies the pinnacle of specialness. No one came to blows, or even harsh words. The attitude just amused me, in a “not my planet, monkey boys” way.
Because I really am superior, of course …
But all in all, it was a good panel. Hopefully my loudly determined insistence that even fat old women have a place in the human space endeavour did not offend anyone who was young and able-bodied. It’s not their fault they’re like that. They were born that way.
Tomorrow, I will be moderating my own final panel – on what it’s like to take over the writing in someone else’s universe. Then the long drive home, which will hopefully not end in being lost again at the end. Probably not. It’s hard to misplace Los Angeles, and I know how to find our house, too.
Events as they occur, Dear Readers. Now it’s time to go glower at the partiers being just a little too loud outside my hotel room door, and settle down to work on a story in one of Kage’s worlds. It can be homework for tomorrow.