a splendid duck-billed platypus - At the Worldcon: Day Three

07:08 am: At the Worldcon: Day Three
In order to do Saturday justice, I would have to spend at least an hour writing it up. I do not intend to do that, because I plan to be dressed and out of the house well before eight, and while this morning I was the first of the three fans sharing it into the bathroom for a shower, that still doesn't leave me enough time to write up Saturday from my notes. (And I don't plan to take my laptop to the con, thankyouverymuchforasking.)

The panels I made it to were "Bluff Your Way in SFnal Linguistics", "Death, Illness, and Disability", "Writing the Other" - at which RaceFail09 got discussed, and I made my most incoherent and inaudible contribution to discussion (which still burns me...), a panel on "Lost" which I sat through half an hour of eating lunch with

ide_cyan, listening to the sentences and not understanding a word, "Our Long National Nightmare of Peace and Prosperity Is Finally Over", "Aunts in Spaceships", a buffet dinner at the Maharaj restaurant, "What Our Things Say About Us", and finally "Brewing and Distilling In Extreme Situations".

Five out of seven of those panels were both intellectually stretching and fun - this is what I go to conventions for! To have a good time by thinking! - and the other two were fine. ("Aunts in Spaceships" was not intellectually stretching, which as an intellectually stretching aunt made me sad, but on the other hand it gave me lots of ideas about "Writing Gender" this afternoon.)

I took notes. Sketchy notes, but I hope to be able to write them up Tuesday. Hm. Maybe. ... *worried hopeful*

So I'll post the photos of costumes, and see what else I have time for...

My method when taking photos of people at cons, as opposed to crowds, panels, and weird bits of buildings, is to stop, ask, take photo, and then show them the photo on the camera screen. They're usually agreeable.

(I passed a woman in a big shady hat and - not a costume, precisely, but a decorative outfit - and thought briefly of asking her if she would mind being photo'd, but then spotted her nametag: Kathryn Cramer. Oops. I wandered on past her without speaking, quite glad that by chance my nametag was not visible from her angle, though I expect I was really not on her mind. At least I hope not.)

Dancing girl: yay!

Can anyone tell me where this uniform is from?

Butterfly!

(She looked at herself in my camera and said "Oh that's good!" and I said "Yes!" and thought how great it was to hear such unabashed self-approval.)

Dancing girl encounters vampire!