Slouching toward Son of Silvercon
May. 11th, 2026 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wombat_sochoThere was a problem with the room block that got sorted out last week with a call to the sales manager, so now we have a renewed confirmation of our room block and a reservation link, which I finally got around to sending to Frank on Friday, and I pushed out the newsletter tonight so everyone knows. Julie had to cancel on us because of a conflict with Writer's Cantina, at which she's going to be presenting, and after looking at their list of guests & presenters I can understand why. Caitlin probably won't be here because of her back injury, so I've contacted Kukuruyo about doing the T-shirt design.
The bonus check came in last Friday and was a little under a grand after taxes. Most of it went to the Son of Silvercon credit card and I kept the rest in NSB because I have to go down to the lymphedema clinic Thursday. I'll be staying at the Strat again because it's the least expensive venue, as usual, beating out Palace Station by about $30. Gas is above $5 here in Tonopah and just barely below that in Beatty, so it seems wise to hang on to my money.
I think after the passive-aggressive response to my comments about ICE and the lethal stupidity of protesters in the Twin Cities, I'm going to drop out of StippleAPA, this time for good. With the exception of Jeanne, I don't know any of these people, and with some exceptions, I don't think I want to. The whole experience has given me a bad sense of deja vu, a delayed sense of the way I felt during the Sad Puppies affair. As I was going out to dinner & laundry, I had a momentary vision of a scene from an as-yet unwritten prequel to "They Are Telling Me It Is Time To Go", in which the commanding general of the Minneapolis/St. Paul military district tells the main character "Minneapolis is not a place one comes back to, Colonel." I think I'll just do one last issue and then drop out without bothering to mention my departure. It's not an airport, after all.
In the meantime, I have my zines for APA-V and N'APA to do, the monthly reports for George and the N3F, and a balky wireless printer to kick back to life. The dishwasher is still clogged (John the super is thinking it might be the pump) so I'm doing the necessary dishes by hand as needed. Did I mention that I was elected a Life Member of the N3F? Didn't ask for it, and don't feel worthy, but there it is.
Finished Soda Pop Soldier and am now perusing Pop Kult Warlord. I'd forgotten what a downer the latter is.
The bonus check came in last Friday and was a little under a grand after taxes. Most of it went to the Son of Silvercon credit card and I kept the rest in NSB because I have to go down to the lymphedema clinic Thursday. I'll be staying at the Strat again because it's the least expensive venue, as usual, beating out Palace Station by about $30. Gas is above $5 here in Tonopah and just barely below that in Beatty, so it seems wise to hang on to my money.
I think after the passive-aggressive response to my comments about ICE and the lethal stupidity of protesters in the Twin Cities, I'm going to drop out of StippleAPA, this time for good. With the exception of Jeanne, I don't know any of these people, and with some exceptions, I don't think I want to. The whole experience has given me a bad sense of deja vu, a delayed sense of the way I felt during the Sad Puppies affair. As I was going out to dinner & laundry, I had a momentary vision of a scene from an as-yet unwritten prequel to "They Are Telling Me It Is Time To Go", in which the commanding general of the Minneapolis/St. Paul military district tells the main character "Minneapolis is not a place one comes back to, Colonel." I think I'll just do one last issue and then drop out without bothering to mention my departure. It's not an airport, after all.
In the meantime, I have my zines for APA-V and N'APA to do, the monthly reports for George and the N3F, and a balky wireless printer to kick back to life. The dishwasher is still clogged (John the super is thinking it might be the pump) so I'm doing the necessary dishes by hand as needed. Did I mention that I was elected a Life Member of the N3F? Didn't ask for it, and don't feel worthy, but there it is.
Finished Soda Pop Soldier and am now perusing Pop Kult Warlord. I'd forgotten what a downer the latter is.
