After several weeks, I’m still coming home from work every evening feeling like I’ve had my head tapped with a 1/2″ auger bit and all the neurotransmitter drained. It’s not the most awesome thing in the world, but, on the other hand, it’s far from the worst thing in the world, too.
But! Our local SF convention, Bubonicon, is THIS WEEKEND. And, like all Bubonicons, it will be great. Right now the promise of Bubonicon is what’s getting me through the week. Below the cut: schedules!
The full schedule for Bubonicon 44 is here. Notice the 5 (yes, 5) tracks of programming! The con is growing bigger every year. We’re in a new location, too, in case you’re planning to attend but were thinking to head out toward the airport.
Here’s how my convention is shaping up:
Friday, August 24
8:30 pm: Iron Men: Where Have All the Robots Gone?
D. Boop, G. Stevens, I. Tregillis, C. Willis, M. Snodgrass (M)
(THE ROBOTS ARE RIGHT HERE AND THEY ARE STEALING MY LUGGAGE.)
Saturday, August 25
3:00 pm: Adaptation: From Existing Story to Film Script/Graphic Novel
D. Abraham, M. Cassutt, S. Phillips, M. Snodgrass, Me (M)
(This is going to be a superb panel. Also one of the easiest moderating jobs at the entire convention. All I have to do is sit back, shut up, and let these folks talk for an hour. Don’t miss it.)
4:00 pm: A Plethora of New Planets: Exploration’s Next Step
L. Hall, L.J. Mixon, Me, D.L. Summers (M)
(I’m also on an exoplanet panel at Worldcon the following week. Come watch me test out new material before a friendly local audience before I head off to the big city of Chicago.)
5:20 pm: Mass Autographing
(Come watch me twiddle my thumbs while a room full of famous writers signs a metric shitload of books.)
Sunday, August 26
12:30 pm: Reading
(What will I read? No, really, I’m asking because I don’t know. Will I read from The Coldest War? Perhaps! Something else? Perhaps! Tea leaves? Perhaps!)
2:30 pm: Co-hosting one session of the Bubonicon Authors’ Tea
(Come say hello! Drink tea poured by very classy ladies and eat finger sandwiches with a far less classy gentleman (me).)
3:30 pm: Post-Post-Post Apocalypse: The Toys are Still Laying Around
M. Acevedo, T.J. King, Me, S.M. Stirling (M)
(And this is where we attempt to carry out the final panel of the convention with decorum. Will we usher in a dignified closing to Bubonicon 44? Probably not, but it’ll be fun to watch us try.)