The armadillo is dead

So, Armadillocon 40 is over; I’m just down from the consuite where the last stragglers from the dead dog barbecue dinner gathered.

Saturday was good. I ate a simple breakfast of tea and toast in the hotel restaurant, and then went to a panel on moderating that was kind of interesting and actually provided me with a couple of useful hands-on tips. John introduced me to Brad and Cindy Foster in the dealers room, where I drooled over some books that I realised I don’t have space for in my luggage, and spent twenty minutes in my room figuring out how to operate the coffee maker. When I finally managed to figure it out, after having asked both the cleaning lady and the front desk, neither of whom had a clue, I shook my head over how stupid an algorithm the programmers of that machine had designed.

There was a TAFF auction that brought in $145, quite successful considering that there were only about ten people in the audience. I bought a fanzine with a cover illo by Bill Gibson.

Gibson fanzine

Saturday’s last panel was a memorial panel remembering the recent dead, swapping stories about Bill Crider, Gardner Dozois, Harlan Ellison, Brian Aldiss, Ursula Le Guin and others.

The big event for TAFF today Sunday was ”Busking for TAFF”, where John, when he discovered that no audience showed up for the concert, took the music on tour through the dealers room and the hotel lobby. I went after him with a bucket, and that brought in another $94 for TAFF, including a donation from Elizabeth Moon who was attending the con briefly, and three watches and several books.

Then the dead dog barbecue with concom and guests of honour, mostly, and the con was over. After some brief sightseeing in Austin we’ll be returning to College Station tomorrow for a final couple of days in Texas.

3 thoughts on “The armadillo is dead

  1. Sounds like a good haul! And good for John to take it to the masses and into the nooks and crannies when the offical style didn’t work. I’m also reminded of Christopher Winchester roving the queue for the Loncon 3 registration with his ukulele singing “Who the ‘Ell Is Tauriel?”.

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  2. Anglemark at TAFF (ttto “Rosa på Bal”)

    Think doing fanac with John Purcell,
    Little me, little me, with John Purcell,
    Think being together with such a
    popular trufan!
    See all the wonderful fanzines you’ve made,
    Tell me how it’s being TAFF delegate?
    Letters, Askance, and fanac to prep
    Can I now follow your steps?

    Sure you will do Johan Anglemark
    Here is a bucket for you!
    Showing the road on Jophan’s arc
    Soon all the fanac you’ll do.
    You are a trufan from Sweden’s shores,
    O tallish Swede now taking your tours
    Your tables of books of uncertain worth
    Can bring us around the earth!

    Think to inspire mister John Purcell,
    Little me, inspire mister John Purcell,
    Maybe you’ll teach me inspiring fen
    With a nice stroke from your pen?
    A fannish essay or a new song to sing
    Or just perhaps a new bucket to bring?
    When is it finished, mister Purcell tell
    The journey you know so well?

    Your journey Johan Anglemark
    Soon reaches its level up,
    At San Jose you’ll jump the shark
    And drink from the fannish cup!
    When you return as my fannish brother,
    Pay it forward and find me another!
    Sell your books at the best possible rate,
    Now you’re the TAFF delegate!

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