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I'm still tired, and my cold is worse, so I'm not sure how brilliant and complete this is going to be. But I wanted to get some thoughts about apc12 down before the memories fade.
I enjoyed myself immensely, and I'm so delighted that other people had a good time. (Although, actually, on that front, I seem to be alternating between "proud" and "convinced that I personally did nothing and it was purely the unparalleled excellence of my concom that made it all come off so well.")
It was so good to see everyone. If I told you more than four times how happy I was that you were there, I apologize for the repetition - but the most frequently-occurring thought I had really was "Yay! ______ is here!" I hadn't seen most alt.polyites since Toronto, which was, um, August of 2003? And there were new people there I had never met, such as
eeyorerin (with whom I got to have some great long conversations, yay!), and people I had only ever met for 30 seconds, such as the lovely, fascinating, and possessing-the-best-laugh-ever
lcohen. So many great people! And not enough time, of course. There never is.
The most surprising thing about the weekend, for me, was how cherished I felt. A number of people brought me completely unexpected gifts - for example,
dragon3 gave me a gorgeous ceramic gecko, because he knew I'd wanted to have a gecko at the con.
kalmn organized a Secret Plot that culminated in the presentation of a beautiful silver-and-copper otter pin. There were gifts for the Li'l Critter and gifts for Michael and I as incipient parents. And then there were all the people encouraging me to sit down, bringing me drinks and treats of food, coming up at exactly the right moment to hold my hand or give me a hug... all weekend, I felt surrounded by loving care. It was beautiful.
There were some frustrating missteps with the hotel - the consuite wasn't available on Friday when we were told it would be (although we eventually got moved into another room ten stories higher up, which had a much better view, so that was just fine), the promised flip chart and markers never arrived despite repeated queries, there were ventilation problems in the programming rooms all weekend, an unexpected $100 charge was added to the brunch bill (which I managed to get removed again, fortunately), and the food for the brunch wasn't labeled with its ingredients, even though the contract spelled that out as a requirement and we confirmed it in person three different times. But in general, the hotel staff were helpful and friendly, the rooms were lovely, and the consuite was perfect for our needs. I'm still glad we chose the Tremont Plaza - I suspect that the problems we had would've been just as likely to occur at any other hotel, whereas the flexibility and courtesy might not have been.
Okay, I need to go to work - more later. I'll close with an explanation of my con badge.
Badge decoding:
(For those unfamiliar with alt.polycons, there's a long-standing tradition of putting stickers on one's badge to convey any number of important or unimportant things. The badge code is generated fresh for each con - anyone can add an item to the code, and entries typically build upon each other in silly ways.)
My badge had:
- a green stripe (okay to take my picture)
- a blue star (I think I'm on the concom)
- a green star (I've been to 3-5 alt.polycons, including this one)
- four large red hearts (I have four partners)
- a waving penguin (I date geeks)
- a yin-yang symbol (I'm bisexual)
- a spray of lilies (don't ask me about my dead ex)
- a smiling book (I have an LJ)
- a microscope (I'm a scientist)
- a wheelchair logo (please offer me a seat)
- a sparkly alien head (I go to SF cons)
- the word "wow" (I have an undeclared crush)
- a bat (bring me gift offerings of chocolate)
- a fuzzy bunny (I'm kinky)
- a pelican (warning: may burst into tears for no apparent reason)
The Li'l Critter's badge had:
- a sparkly yellow hand (please ask before touching)
- a purple star (this is my first alt.polycon - please be nice to me)
- a daffodil (it is so not cold here)
- a soccer ball (my favorite sport is kicking)
Yes, that last sticker was added to the badge code specifically for the Li'l Critter. It occurs to me, in retrospect, that she could've also had the sparkly alien sticker - she did go to Worldcon. Oh well.
I enjoyed myself immensely, and I'm so delighted that other people had a good time. (Although, actually, on that front, I seem to be alternating between "proud" and "convinced that I personally did nothing and it was purely the unparalleled excellence of my concom that made it all come off so well.")
It was so good to see everyone. If I told you more than four times how happy I was that you were there, I apologize for the repetition - but the most frequently-occurring thought I had really was "Yay! ______ is here!" I hadn't seen most alt.polyites since Toronto, which was, um, August of 2003? And there were new people there I had never met, such as
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The most surprising thing about the weekend, for me, was how cherished I felt. A number of people brought me completely unexpected gifts - for example,
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There were some frustrating missteps with the hotel - the consuite wasn't available on Friday when we were told it would be (although we eventually got moved into another room ten stories higher up, which had a much better view, so that was just fine), the promised flip chart and markers never arrived despite repeated queries, there were ventilation problems in the programming rooms all weekend, an unexpected $100 charge was added to the brunch bill (which I managed to get removed again, fortunately), and the food for the brunch wasn't labeled with its ingredients, even though the contract spelled that out as a requirement and we confirmed it in person three different times. But in general, the hotel staff were helpful and friendly, the rooms were lovely, and the consuite was perfect for our needs. I'm still glad we chose the Tremont Plaza - I suspect that the problems we had would've been just as likely to occur at any other hotel, whereas the flexibility and courtesy might not have been.
Okay, I need to go to work - more later. I'll close with an explanation of my con badge.
Badge decoding:
(For those unfamiliar with alt.polycons, there's a long-standing tradition of putting stickers on one's badge to convey any number of important or unimportant things. The badge code is generated fresh for each con - anyone can add an item to the code, and entries typically build upon each other in silly ways.)
My badge had:
- a green stripe (okay to take my picture)
- a blue star (I think I'm on the concom)
- a green star (I've been to 3-5 alt.polycons, including this one)
- four large red hearts (I have four partners)
- a waving penguin (I date geeks)
- a yin-yang symbol (I'm bisexual)
- a spray of lilies (don't ask me about my dead ex)
- a smiling book (I have an LJ)
- a microscope (I'm a scientist)
- a wheelchair logo (please offer me a seat)
- a sparkly alien head (I go to SF cons)
- the word "wow" (I have an undeclared crush)
- a bat (bring me gift offerings of chocolate)
- a fuzzy bunny (I'm kinky)
- a pelican (warning: may burst into tears for no apparent reason)
The Li'l Critter's badge had:
- a sparkly yellow hand (please ask before touching)
- a purple star (this is my first alt.polycon - please be nice to me)
- a daffodil (it is so not cold here)
- a soccer ball (my favorite sport is kicking)
Yes, that last sticker was added to the badge code specifically for the Li'l Critter. It occurs to me, in retrospect, that she could've also had the sparkly alien sticker - she did go to Worldcon. Oh well.
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Date: 2005-01-25 03:18 pm (UTC)Glad you had a good time!
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Date: 2005-01-25 08:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-25 03:51 pm (UTC)The Lil Critter's badge was just so cute, too!
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Date: 2005-01-25 04:08 pm (UTC)You must have had a very large badge, or very small stickers, though....
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Date: 2005-01-25 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-25 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-26 05:58 am (UTC)Not nearly the proliferation of later years, though. There's an eighth note, a lavender heart and a pink heart, a toucan and a lizard. No clue what they signify anymore, of course...
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Date: 2005-01-25 06:14 pm (UTC)Yes to both. The badges were large and mostly made up of blank space, and the stickers were mostly quite small.
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Date: 2005-01-25 04:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-25 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-26 12:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-26 04:12 am (UTC)thank you!
Date: 2005-01-26 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-01-26 05:27 pm (UTC)Is there a sticker for "I'm gay"? Or is it just bi or mono?
Is there one for "Please feel free to hit on me?"
How about "Please touch -- I'm like a dog, I don't care who pets me"?
(Yes, I know people who would voluntarily wear each of those. Me, it'd depend on my mood.)
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Date: 2005-01-26 05:52 pm (UTC)Stickers were only made to convey things that individual people wanted to convey, so they're not exactly all-inclusive. It appears, for example, that there was only a sticker for "I'm bi," and nothing for "I'm gay" or "I'm straight" or "I'm not bi." (I have been trained out of using the word "monosexual" even as an example.) There was a sticker for "trans/genderqueer/other," though.
As for your other questions, it looks like a sparkly green hand meant "Go ahead and touch/hug me! Please!" and a teddy bear meant "Hug me!" And a four-leaf clover meant "Hoping to get lucky."
I have the full badge code right here with me, and at some point I plan to scan it and get it up online.
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Date: 2005-01-26 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-01-26 10:42 pm (UTC)This is especially true since bisexuals have a tendency to be dissed by both hetero- and homosexual monos. They're "confused" or "undecided" or even "copping out." This is a kind of oppression, and when there's oppression the oppressed group needs a term for the oppressor class in aggregate. "Monosexuals often speak ill of bisexuals" is a way of putting that succinctly.
Note I said oppressor class. I'm a member of the class of monosexuals, but I don't engage in that particular oppressive behavior. Though I must say, being in theory a monogamist-for-me (i.e. I have no criticism of polys except jealousy that they can handle something that would probably make my head explode) I would think a bisexual guy would probably not make a terribly good life partner for me. Well, unless we were in a line-marriage with a really fabulous woman who I got along with famously...hmm, gotta think more about that one.
Two more things: One, I know a heterosexual troilist who finds it offensive to be called "straight." "I'm heterosexual," she says, "but straight society definitely doesn't accept troilism. I'm NOT 'straight'." Two: Know what I find offensive? The notion that all gay people everywhere do ANYTHING.
Well, maybe not so much offensive. Really, really silly.