I would have had more, but my battery died early.
A CapClave image for Howard Waldrop.
Ditto. Just your standard chain-mail-clad dodo riding a Dachshund.
Gordon Van Gelder.
Larry Niven.
Nancy Kress, Jack Skillingstead, unknown.
Greg Bear and Jean Johnson.
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Another batch of the literati glitterati:
Your Humble Narrator. I was going for the “I want you to chop off all their heads and bring them to me on a pike” look. I think I succeeded.
Scott Cupp, similarly enthroned.
The extremely lovely and exquisitely dressed Gail Carriger.
Best Editor Hugo Nominee Jonathan Strahan.
Asimov’s editor Sheila Williams, who was also corralled in the same Best Editor Petting Zoo as Strahan.
John Douglas. “No Mr. Bond, I expect you to die.”
Kurt Baty, one of the few men in the world to own more books than me.
Scott Bobo, in his natural bar habitat.
Sara Felix and Fred Duarte.
John Hertz, who has sent me about 300,000 issues of Vanamode over the years.
Gary K. Wolfe.
John Moore: The Headshot.
Art Widner. It’s a little known fact that Lady Gaga stole this look from Art for her “Paparazzi” video.
Sean McMullin.
Sandy Cupp
Mary Robinette Kowal and fellow Farker Carrie Vaughen.
It’s late, so forgive me if I’m low on pith…
Another batch:
Zoo City author Lauren Beukes.
Guest of Honor Tim Powers and Robert Silverberg, discussing the difference between writing a novel every two years and writing a novel every two weeks. James Patrick Kelly lurks menacingly in the background.
Steve Gould, explaining to me how he had not only moved back to New Mexico, but had actually moved back into the same house after two years in Texas.
Michael Swanwick, back from his stint in the home for the criminally insane. (Wait, are you sure he said “medical problems”? I’m pretty sure I heard “mental”…)
TAFF winner John Coxon.
Willie Sirois, counting the money he has just extracted from my pocket. Again.
After a few technical difficulties, I think I have this sussed out…
Scott Edelman, Cory Doctorow, John Scalzi, Ian MacDonald
Alastair “Ten Book Contract” Reynolds
Lou Anders
Ellen Datlow and Susan Casper, counting up the money from the marks
Gardner Dozois and Joe Haldeman
The one only Pat Cadigan, shortly after she drank Andre the Giant under the table.
Joe Haldeman and Robert Silverberg, getting together to see if either of them could actually remember the 60s.
Martha Wells
David Hartwell looms large in science fiction.
Copy-editing Goddess Deanna Hoak
John Scalzi, displaying the horrific befuddlement and inevitable mental degeneration that comes with being SFWA President.
Right before I snapped this picture, Ian McDonald said he always photographs horribly, then went out of his way to demonstrate the accuracy of the statement.
My apologies if I’ve misspelled anyone’s name, but I haven’t had breakfast yet. More later…
If you haven’t already turned in your Hugo ballot, you might want to go ahead and do that before Midnight on July 31. PDT.
(Hat tip: Missions Unknown.)
…maybe you should consider, oh, I don’t know, actually paying artists the money you owe them? (I know, radical idea. That’s me, clumsily stepping all over fannish tradition…) Because artists, much like writers, really like getting paid the money you owe them. In a timely manner, even.
Just a crazy thought…