Worldcon, part...1?
Aug. 9th, 2005 08:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marycrawfordI'm not going to do a long coherent Worldcon report because the very thought makes me want to fall over, but luckily ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
naominovik and marthawells already did theirs, yay!
Instead, I have ... pictures! And non-chronological natter. No people in the pics, except for the Goa'uld and his girlfriend, because I swore not to post any, and would really prefer not having any pictures of me being posted either, so there you go.
This is the Armadillo, where part of the Worldcon was being held, the other buildings being the Moathouse hotel and the SECC, all of them connected by walkways that went on for miles - suddenly you would find yourself in a restaurant with no memory of how you got there, or a junction of peculiar tunnels where there would be a guy sitting behind a desk for the express purpose of telling you which way to go. At one point I went into the Armadillo at 10:00 AM formarthawells' reading, the crack of dawn by con standards, and found myself in a gloomy chamber where people were handing out papers that said things like 'Amended Minutes of the July Meeting' on them. It was the society for the improvement of fantasy, or something like that. I didn't stay long enough to find out.
But then I did find the room where Martha was doing the reading, and discussed with the people who were there whether the room was a dungeon, a police interrogation room or a holding cell. And then listened to Martha read from The Gate of Gods, which was a lot of fun and catapulted me back into that universe immediately. I should mention here that Giliead and Ilias are pronounced GIL-eead and IL-eeas. I've been wondering, because I tend to switch between Dutch, English and other pronunciations at will when reading fantasy. *g*
There were wonderful things for sale in the dealer's room, and the one table I couldn't tear myself away from waselisem's. She makes jewelry - chains and necklaces and earrings - that are artworks and inspire more art. I bought a bracelet called 'Ladybug Finds The Ancestors', with one red ladybug in a string of shimmery ghostly opal-gleaming ones, and took some pictures just to be able to look at the larger pieces again, though all their glim and glitter will probably not come across.
There were some very goodlooking costumes and fun acts at the Masquerade, but I think I enjoyed the hall costumes even more. Unlike what the media would have you believe, the few costumed fans really stand out at a Worldcon, where most people just dress in jeans and tshirts. I remember a woman dressed as an old-style Vulcan communications officer, in a red miniskirted uniform, ears and upswept eyebrows, who really had the figure to carry it off, and there were women and men in SGA-like costuming, or as Klingons, or in clothes that they might wear every day but that still looked exotic.
My favorite was the Goa'uld and hir girlfriend, below.
On Thursday, I went sightseeing with Martha, Naomi and Troyce, Martha's husband, and we managed to find the very fine Glasgow Cathedral by eliminating all the other gorgeous towering buildings from the skyscape until only the oldest was left:
The accompanying Necropolis, a huge Victorian/Georgian graveyard on a hill next to the cathedral, was already closed, but on Monday Martha and Troyce and I went back to see it. The weather was gorgeous on that day, sunny and dry, and we sat on top of a double-decker bus that careened around Glasgow, one of those deals where you can get off wherever you want and then get on again later, and then we entered the Necropolis and wandered around tombstones like church spires and monuments the size of a student flat. Some had signs with 'Danger - keep out' on them that would have looked a lot more sinister if it hadn't been so sunny.
naominovik and marthawells already did theirs, yay!Instead, I have ... pictures! And non-chronological natter. No people in the pics, except for the Goa'uld and his girlfriend, because I swore not to post any, and would really prefer not having any pictures of me being posted either, so there you go.
This is the Armadillo, where part of the Worldcon was being held, the other buildings being the Moathouse hotel and the SECC, all of them connected by walkways that went on for miles - suddenly you would find yourself in a restaurant with no memory of how you got there, or a junction of peculiar tunnels where there would be a guy sitting behind a desk for the express purpose of telling you which way to go. At one point I went into the Armadillo at 10:00 AM for
marthawells' reading, the crack of dawn by con standards, and found myself in a gloomy chamber where people were handing out papers that said things like 'Amended Minutes of the July Meeting' on them. It was the society for the improvement of fantasy, or something like that. I didn't stay long enough to find out.But then I did find the room where Martha was doing the reading, and discussed with the people who were there whether the room was a dungeon, a police interrogation room or a holding cell. And then listened to Martha read from The Gate of Gods, which was a lot of fun and catapulted me back into that universe immediately. I should mention here that Giliead and Ilias are pronounced GIL-eead and IL-eeas. I've been wondering, because I tend to switch between Dutch, English and other pronunciations at will when reading fantasy. *g*
There were wonderful things for sale in the dealer's room, and the one table I couldn't tear myself away from was
elisem's. She makes jewelry - chains and necklaces and earrings - that are artworks and inspire more art. I bought a bracelet called 'Ladybug Finds The Ancestors', with one red ladybug in a string of shimmery ghostly opal-gleaming ones, and took some pictures just to be able to look at the larger pieces again, though all their glim and glitter will probably not come across. There were some very goodlooking costumes and fun acts at the Masquerade, but I think I enjoyed the hall costumes even more. Unlike what the media would have you believe, the few costumed fans really stand out at a Worldcon, where most people just dress in jeans and tshirts. I remember a woman dressed as an old-style Vulcan communications officer, in a red miniskirted uniform, ears and upswept eyebrows, who really had the figure to carry it off, and there were women and men in SGA-like costuming, or as Klingons, or in clothes that they might wear every day but that still looked exotic.
My favorite was the Goa'uld and hir girlfriend, below.
On Thursday, I went sightseeing with Martha, Naomi and Troyce, Martha's husband, and we managed to find the very fine Glasgow Cathedral by eliminating all the other gorgeous towering buildings from the skyscape until only the oldest was left:
The accompanying Necropolis, a huge Victorian/Georgian graveyard on a hill next to the cathedral, was already closed, but on Monday Martha and Troyce and I went back to see it. The weather was gorgeous on that day, sunny and dry, and we sat on top of a double-decker bus that careened around Glasgow, one of those deals where you can get off wherever you want and then get on again later, and then we entered the Necropolis and wandered around tombstones like church spires and monuments the size of a student flat. Some had signs with 'Danger - keep out' on them that would have looked a lot more sinister if it hadn't been so sunny.