Shaie dropped me off at the hotel around 8:30 am, just in time for me to grab some coffee and a smoke before panels began. I wavered back and forth, trying to decide which ones to go to, eventually just choosing almost at random. I ended up first at Writing For Fun And Profit, with John Scalzi, Sarah Bunting, and Evany on the panel. It was pretty interesting, with more useful info, honestly, than I expected. The panelists did a good job of conveying their sometimes differing points of view.
Next was the Popular Journal Panel With The Really Long Name – Kymm, Beth, and Pineapple Girl. This one was highly entertaining, partly because the panelists’ presence was little awe-inspiring. I was there looking casually interested, while all the while, my mind had turned into a shrieking teenager. “Oh my God! That’s Beth! And Kymm! And Pamie is across the aisle from me! And John Scalzi is in this room! Ohmygodohmygod!” Luckily, I don’t think I did any of that out loud.
I’m kind of sorry I missed the How Much Is Too Much? panel – I really wanted to see it, and I heard the discussion got really intense. Unfortunately, the tapes that were supposed to be made didn’t happen, so I’m forever in ignorance on that one.
The third panel I skipped out of loyalty to Greymatter, and we went to Alcatraz. It was okay, I only took about half the tour before I started to get dizzy from hunger and had to get back on the boat to Fisherman’s Wharf. That’s where I really wanted to be, anyway. Man, if I had the money, I could spend a whole day down there. The music, and the people, and it’s just rife with this festive, relaxed attitude.
I walked past this cool diner with fabulous looking milkshakes and 50’s music pouring out the authentically metal and glass door, and I peered in the oh-so-San-Francisco, eat chowder out of a bread bowl place, and ended up at 7-11 buying a Coke Slurpee and hot dogs. That’s me. I ate while I watched the street performers – a breakdancer, complete with helmet, a barefoot man under an umbrella reading Tarot cards, a few guys playing wooden pipes that I don’t know the name of but really like, and a barbershop quartet.
I jumped on the most crowded streetcar I’ve ever seen and made my way back to the hotel just in time for the readings. I really enjoyed them, and I think I have a new bookmark as a result.
Then Shaie, her friend Tami, and I went to karaoke. Holy Christ. I didn’t sing, naturally, but it was fun to watch Mo and Jen do a stunning rendition of Copa Cabana, and Pamie just knocked us all out with her mad karaoke skillz, and those three plus Jen Wade and Emily (I think) made some Spice Girls that were truly…okay. John wasn’t half bad either, plus we got to see his ass, which is always worth extra points. We went out for a smoke and decided we were karaoked (karaokeed?) out, and headed home after that.
There was a little incident post-karaoke that I’ll go into more detail about later, but as it’s not directly related to JournalCon, I’ll save it for Monday’s entry.
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