Back from United Fan Con up in Springfield, MA. Overall a perfectly nicely run Trek Con. The one problem was that, while the dealers were in the large dealers room and the guests were all signing in the main foyer, I was set up at a table in a small “comic book” room off to the side. But many Trek fans don’t read my comics, or even know I write comics; they just read my Trek fiction. So they’d be wandering around with their copies of “Imazadi,” give a perfunctory glance at the comics room, and keep going. I raised a mild fuss and by Sunday had been moved out into the main foyer, where fans kept coming up to me and saying, “Where have YOU been all weekend?”
At the Friday meet-and-greet, actor Matthew (Neville Longbottom) Lewis spend a splendid amount of time talking with Ariel, who had come to the convention with the specific hope of meeting him. He couldn’t have been nicer to her, so if anyone is looking to invite him to a convention, do so by all means. Then invite me. And Ariel.
Saturday night was the banquet and the cabaret, in which all guests were required to participate. Richard Hatch didn’t know that, and had nothing prepared. So he joined me in a dual reading of my parody Doctor Seuss poem, “Green Eggs and Crack.” The audience loved him. Mira Furlan, also of a poetic bent, did some lovely readings of poems by Shel Silverstein. The most entertaining, however, to my mind, was Sylvester McCoy. He marched up with a full sized guitar case, opened it and produced a tiny violin case no more than a foot long…opened THAT and withdrew a pair of spoons. He then, with musical accompaniment, proceeded to play the spoons with dazzling skill, bouncing them not only off his own leg, but tables, chairs, people’s heads and–most memorably–Mira Furlan’s posterior when Mira leaned forward and half rose from her chair to whisper something to me.
So next weekend we actually have a breather, and then after that, it’s off to mid-Ohiocon. Our house sitter is getting a workout this month.
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