Mar. 23rd, 2013 11:16 am
caitri: (Cait Yatta!)
To my own surprise, it feels like. [livejournal.com profile] marthawells has epic posts here and here about the events and such. I hid out a fair bit with Martha throughout because I was in complete overload and she was one of (many, actually) friendly faces there. I've been very clingy the last few days and everyone has been amazingly patient with me (especially Todd, OMG, poor guy).

Okay, so, we knew Deeper Than Swords was gonna be a big deal, and we planned for it and everything, but holy cow it's another thing when you actually are there and SEEING it. When we went to pick George up at the airport he was stopped twice for photos in the twenty feet from luggage pick-up to exit. (Also, he's incredibly nice and patient with fans, I mean, wow.) So we dropped him off at his hotel to chill and then to go prepare for the exhibit opening, which as usual, it's opening at 6, it's 5:59, we're tossing the cleaning rag and the glue bottle. And then the hundred VIPS start to head up.

Now, for context, most exhibits we do are considered a success if there's like 80 people there. We broke records a little bit when Todd and I did 100 Years Hence a few years ago, because 300 people came to that. For George's event, we had three hundred people lining up for autographs alone; I have no idea what the numbers of people coming in for the opening Friday actually were. But the building was always busy, and we had the signing lines and the Texas Ren Faire actors and the food truck outside and Barnes & Nobles selling books and Anise Press displaying posters.

And so opening night. When people go to our exhibits, there's typically a consistent buzz of conversation as people talk. For 100 Years Hence, it was pretty loud. For this, I swear, NO ONE talked for the first half hour. I was pretty freaked, then Hal said they were all READING everything we'd written. OH. Well. Um. George didn't actually make it up to see his exhibit opening night--too many fans--an then before we knew it it was time for the feast. Which, YES. The Uni president came so they were going to bump Todd from the head table, which I thought was unfair, so I exchanged places with my boss so he could sit with George instead and then Todd and I sat together with Martha and Troyce and Dan and Scott, and the Uni Marketing head who was there just to see WTF and made small talk and was pretty lost. (Poor guy.) And that all went great and I actually got to relax for the first time in weeks maybe.

Then Friday. Dude. Let me add here that I had to wear a suit three times this week and it's a pain to not have pockets, which is why I always wear cargo pants otherwise; also, Carla commandeered me to make me look grown-up which everyone kept commenting on and so forth. (Not that they said I looked grown-up, just that I looked really good...you know what I mean.) Anyway so the morning began with meeting a reporter, doing our thing, then going to have lunch with George and Ty Franck and Martha Wells and Dianne Kraft (who is a friend to Cushing and to George) where we all got to chat about tv and writing and such. Then back to Cushing, running around doing prep, then secreting George into the building so he wouldn't be mobbed prior to his booksigning. Amazingly everyone in the lines got something signed. Then it was time to go to the Auditorium for his talk and the HBO screening.

NGL I don't remember that much there. I was intro'ing George and had somehow put off the terror of talking to 2500 people until I actually saw them all. I do know that everyone laughed at my jokes and several people said they thought it was a great speech. Ty said he didn't know I was nervous, but Scott did because apparently I didn't breathe for all five minutes. Okay, well, yes.

Then George spoke, and Todd and I collected audience questions and sorted them so that Todd could do the Q&A. We ditched the obnoxious ones ("when's the next book coming out" "My plot theory is .... [ten lines later] Amirite?" etc) and Todd asked the good ones plus some conversation starters we got going. Then there was the screening of the HBO S3 opener.

We actually missed that, because we spirited George away to see his exhibit. Which he liked. We could tell he liked it, and then he said he liked it, and it was clear he was impressed, and if I hadn't been so exhausted from everything I probably would have cried in relief. Ty wanted to know who wrote all the text (I wrote, Todd edited/made it all better) and was amazed that he saw stuff he'd never seen before because he thought that would never happen. (He's George's Senior Minion, apparently he's seen it all, and refused to be a Dothraki extra because he didn't want to take his shirt off and be cold for three hours. Also, he's hilarious and awesome.) And it was great and it made the pain of the last six months totally worth it.

So then we went back for the HBO after-party. Scott saw the episode--I was bummed my prediction was inaccurate--and a number of people came up to me to thank me for making everything happen, which was also touching and a balm to my soul. (NGL, I was really hurt when, during all of the speeches Thursday night, no one said anything about me or Todd, except for Hal who made a joke that was a bit of a non sequitor if you didn't know the context. 'Who's Cait and why should we care her office is messy?' I mentioned it to my boss, who realized that maybe saying something about who did everything was maybe a good idea, which was why he thanked Todd and I on Friday night.)

And then we went to the concluding dinner with George. That was maybe the best part because everything was done and we could all chill out. So we talked about comic books and Avengers (his favorite is Ant Man, who Ty hates), why Prometheus sucked, what it's like shooting Game of Thrones, and I don't remember what all else. And then we dropped him off at his hotel, and he said we did a good job, and he hugged me bye.


Now I've gotta go catch-up on homework. I don't have any excuses now. Hoo boy.

ETA: Here's a link to a video of the TV spot Todd and I did:
(Todd points out that I got scolded for calling George a SF writer instead of a Fantasy writer. Pssht!)
caitri: (Cait Yatta!)

Twilight Sparkle, Daring Do, and Sherlock!Pinkie Pie invaded the Library. Huzzahs!!


Jun. 20th, 2012 12:50 am
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So today I am thirty-one and almost a grown-up. For my birthday all I wanted was to go see Avengers again, and since I'm currently at a conference, my colleagues were rather goodhearted about it. We also went to the Huntington yesterday and I got to see the glorious [livejournal.com profile] gadgetorious in person, gobsmacking my boss who didn't understand until the evening that we hadn't met before. (In fairness, I hardly let go of her the entire day. Pfft, boundaries, personal space, WHATEVER.) Yes, pictures will be forthcoming, as soon as I get them from Todd.

Incidentally, Todd and Evi? Not actually the same person. There were neither slipstream instances nor ant-imatter explosions and whatnot. (Obviously.) They were, however, texting each other after Avengers before I had even turned my phone back on. SO. And through some weird set of happenings Todd wanted a story of Bones and Tony in the belly of a space fish, and I have it, though I'm not going to type it tonight. (I was in a verrrrrrry boring workshop today. You can't ever let me get bored, that is all. So I write fic.) Evi also wanted some Bruce/Darcy and I wrote some bits but it's not coherent or even, y'know, plotty.

Anyway, before I run off again, how are you guys??
caitri: (curators gonna curate)
Okay, so last week we were uninstalling our Printing Arts exhibit. Typically what we do is we take photos of our exhibits and layouts so if we ever want to reconstruct them again later we can do so with (relative) ease. Well, Todd was taking the photos as Glynnis and I helped take away the items and put them away. We were trying to be very careful about staying out of the photo-range (helpfully, we thought), but of course, Todd took this as a dare to try to get pictures of us.

Me and Glynnis's elbow. Note the general prairie dog-iness.

Just laughing; you can see Glynnis's side as she maintains the Wile E. Coyote method of hiding behind the pillar.

Hours of moving heavy cases made up for with the kookiness of all.
caitri: (curators gonna curate)
I've just been really busy with real work and homework. I am maybe about halfway through the first pass of my Avengers fandom article (I'll post it here under f-lock when I'm done) and have been trying to get things sorted for a couple of directed study classes over the summer. Plus finishing up a collaboration for PCA with [Unknown site tag] (yes, I'll get to it, I swear!), doing heaps of paperwork, etc ad nauseam. And somehow getting roped on a preliminary basis to help with WorldCon 2012.

Ah, so cool things. Grognardia had an unexpected post that mentioned the gaming collection I'm developing at work that has netted a possible donor. Tomorrow I'm doing tours of Scifi for Aggieland Weekend. The new issue of SFRA Review came out this week and it contains my (admittedly glowing) review of XMFC. I got accepted into the papermaking class at Rare Book School this summer which should be fun. (This summer? SO BUSY: RBS, RBMS, ApolloCon, two classes...why do I do this to myself?)

I'm writing a bunch of things at once and making increments of additions on all. I have been trying to make time for writing but it varies when I have to read a couple books per week for class. SO. Yeah.

How are you guys???

Work Stuff

Sep. 21st, 2011 11:18 am
caitri: (curators gonna curate)
Updated Just a Sci-Fi Kid Like Me. Finally. I'm not sure why it's so much harder to update the work blog, but I suspect it might have to do with the lack of profanity.

Tomorrow I'm doing a guest lecture for a colleague's class on fandom in the age of the internet. I've got twenty minutes. My initial thought was "that is so cool!" and now I'm thinking "Why do you hate me so much?? I have to cover online fandom in twenty minutes?!"

(Yes I made powerpoint slides. No they are not porny. Yes there are a lot of them. Yes they are Star Trek related. Focusing on one fandom was the only way I could figure to stay remotely within twenty minutes, otherwise there would be lengthy digressions into LOTR RPF, Supernatural meta, Wizard rock, and omg I didn't even figure out how to get vids on there, CRAP!)
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So I got a random call this afternoon, as sometimes happens, and in short Dolores Huerta was visiting on campus, someone told her about our Scifi collection, and they came over for a tour. (She adores Asimov's work, also loves Frankenstein, Fahrenheit 451 and Alice in Wonderland.) She was also all a-geek when I mentioned our Mesopotamian clay tablets, so I called Todd, and we hooked up and co-geeked with her on printing history and stuff. Apparently back in the early days of the NFWA, she and César Chávez and some others worked in a printing shop to print up their "radical literature" for dissemination and all, so she was all "OMG you guys have a printing press!" and we were all "WE DO!"

So she was there for a couple hours and then had to leave to catch her flight home. She hugged me and gave me a ring and called me a "little angel" which is kind of hilarious since I'm almost a foot taller than her, but I mean, she's 81 and she's so lively, it's like, what must she have been like in the 60s, y'know?? I'm still wearing the ring (I will probably wear it for a long time, gods willing), and I think it might be a moodring as it was green when she gave it to me, and it has largely been lapis-blue since I've put it on, though it has gone back to green and then verged on purple and reddish.

So, yeah. Still flailing. *G*
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The plumber came on Monday afternoon and replaced the tank. I went and bought a fan to start drying the area off and it's getting to where that area no longer smells (yay!).


Did a guest lecture for a scifi class yesterday; poor kids had no idea what they were getting into before ninety minutes of me. I tried to behave, I really really did. I even dressed mundane and didn't use profanity (well, much). They all have assignments to come in and pick something from the collection and write a report/do a presentation on it. Thus far I've gotten one email from a kid who was asking about Rush and I got to tell him about Michael Moorcock and the Rock 'n' Roll Swindle. Hee!!!


Caught up on True Blood. I wish the show were more like the books but I am ADORING Erik as innocent!(ish).
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So my boss wandered innocently into my office a while ago. (Please keep in mind that my boss, while completely BAMF, is also the most perfect and proper British man and English professor you have ever SEEN.)

Boss: Ah, you've been quiet all day. What are you up to?

Me (blinking owlishly over book fort): Well I'm trying to figure out how to rewrite my paper for an article...

Boss: Oh! Excellent! And what's it on, then?

Me: Well, uh, it's the Star Trek paper I presented at PCA a couple months ago. The tropes in fanfiction...

Boss: Oh really? [He picks up nearby book on Boys' Love Manga, just picked up from the library yesterday.] Hemm.

Me: Yeah, I'm looking at the differences in Original Series versus Reboot fiction. I was rereading Joanna Russ's essay on slash--she published an informal version in Nome #8 and then an academic version in one of her volumes of essays.[Warming to my subject, I pull out another book from a stack and have it with the open zine on my desk.] You can definitely see how tropes have changed over time, but I've been wondering lately how much if any it's influenced by the translation and import of Japananese yaoi manga.

Boss: Which, are, uh?

Me: Gay romances.

Boss: ...What does that have to do with Star Trek?

Me (more enthusiastic than ever): Oh Star Trek has a HUGE history of fan-written gay romances going back to the 1970s! [Pulls some more zines.] It's really interesting because they are all--well, almost all written by women. And there's a huge following of this sort of material in Japan as well, almost concurrently, but it doesn't start getting imported into the US until later, so I'm not sure what's going on, but you definitely see a number of tropes crossing from yaoi into slash in the last decade or so. Like there's wing!fic and--

[Lyndsey stops outside my door and peers in.]

Lyndsey: Wing!fic?!

Me: Yeah, I was just telling Boss about my research. [Brief recap.]

Lyndsey: Oh yeah, good times. You should check out ... [Rattles citations.]

Me: Oooh!

Boss: ... [He looks back and forth between us.] I see I'm quite in over my head here!

Lyndsey looks at me suspiciously.

Me: [To Lyndsey] I kept it tame. [To Boss] It gets much, much weirder, I promise.

Lyndsey: It does. You don't want to know.

Boss: ... And on that note, I believe I shall take my leave. [He does.]

Lyndsey: No tentacles?

Me: Not yet, I'm still looking at the pon farr stuff.

Etc etc.

Yeah. *looks sheepish* Then I had to double-check a couple of citations for novels and decided to write to one of the official authors, and apparently Simon & Schuster only does snail mail, so I had to write to someone on paper. On the plus side, that meant it looked a bit more professional than "I liked your book, now was this one line a joke or actually subtext, and also, can I quote you in my next article?!" but STILL!

So. Uh. What are you guys up to?
caitri: (curators gonna curate)
Just got to negotiate the deal on a Lloyd Alexander archives and a WWI manuscript. I feel so BAMF.
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Me and astronaut Rick Linnehan. Gave him a tour of Scifi, geeked out, he'll be in touch about bringing about maybe getting us some stuff from NASA.

*iz all nonchalant*

Oh yeah. Just another day at the job.

*goes around corner* *squees ridiculously*
caitri: (This is Your Captain Speaking)
Giving tour of scifi to a real astronaut tomorrow, stop. Ridiculously excited, stop. Oh crap, should I wear my Stargate/TARDIS tee or my COEXIST tee, stop? MUST GET ALL OF MY SPAZZY NERDINESS OUT OF THE WAY NOW SO AS TO MAKE PRETENSE OF ADULTHOOD TOMORRROW, STOP.


Oh fuckit, I'm doomed anyway.

PS Cassie just pointed out that he's going to be asking me questions about Scifi, it's only fair I get to ask some about being an ASTRONAUT.
caitri: (Default)
Exhibit opened. 130+ people attended. Michael Moorcock, James Gunn, Elizabeth Moon, and Martha Wells are all incredibly nice interesting people.

Gratuitous pictures (more to come next week undoubtedly):

Professor Victor Frankenstein, the Professor's Assistant, Nell of the Diamond Age, (Genderswap!)Wash, Princess Mononoke, and (Young!) Wolverine.

In other words, Todd, Julie, me, Cassie, Jenni, Lyndsey, and Michael R.

I work with the coolest people in the known universe.


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