We slept fairly late (9:30 a.m.) for a con morning, roused Ann, and were on our way downtown about eleven. We took her by the house; I didn't realize it the day we went to see it, but it's pale yellow, the same color our house was painted when I was a little girl.

After dropping Ann off, we got back onto the con floor and had lunch near the ARTC table. James then went off to see a "classic" Battlestar Galactica panel with Richard Hatch and Herb Jefferson while I attended the panel with Connor Trinneer, "Trip" of Enterprise. This panel was great fun. He talked about his feelings for the series' final season (he figured the minute they started doing scripts about things that happened on the original series, they were toast, and he hated the season finale and wasn't very fond of the "Mirror universe" stories) and discussed having love scenes. Oh, and he wears boxers. :-)

James then went to another BSG panel (it was supposed to be several cast members, but the only person there was the lady who hangs around in Baltar's head [if you watch the series, you'll understand]). I sat in on a Doctor Who panel, this about the original series. We found out that the new DVD releases, with all the goodies on them, are being restored by fan volunteers. (Wow.) No news when we in the US will see the new series.

James and I met back up and went on a long stroll to the Marriott to get away from the line of Firefly fans who were lined up on the Centennial Ballroom level and all the way out the door to see a big panel with all the cast. It was wild. Even James Marsters didn't have that kind of line. We ducked into the art show to buy a little booklet of Mike Cole cartoons which contained one of my favorites: Snoopy...uh, Porthos...standing on the bridge of Enterprise, then we walked around the dealer's room and the Walk of Fame. I told Ken Weatherwax, Lisa Loring, and Dean Stockwell that I had enjoyed their panels. James caught up on all the Robert Asprin "Myth" books he is missing in the Exhibitor's Hall and got them autographed by co-author Jody Lynn Nye. Robert Asprin at the moment is at a bar in the French Quarter in New Orleans with forty other people including about five or six policemen, waiting to be evacuated. Wryly, he has complained that the beer is warm.

Tonight was the Atlanta Radio Theatre's second performance, these of short subjects by some of their new writers—"Mildly Exciting Tales of Astonishment," "The Challenges of Brave Ragnar," and "The Brotherhood of Damn Sassy Mutants," the latter who were stuck dealing with quite mundane problems—and another installment of the perennial favorite "Rory Rammer, Space Marshal."

We were pooped by this time and just came home via Borders (we had 30 percent off coupons). And the new Vermont Life with autumn pictures was out! Eighteen days till fall!

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Comments:

Hmmm. Are you looking for a new domicle, by any chance?

J.

# posted by  Jerry : 4:18:00 PM

 

Hmmm. Yes. :-)

# posted by  Linda : 7:36:00 PM

 

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