The Halloween season is upon us, so let’s start out with the eerie, lonely photographs of Michel Rajkovic.
His specialty seems to be long exposure black and white photographs of man-made structures over water, producing images of eerie beauty.
Here’s an example:
Just a handful, as I left my camera recharging for the con itself, so all of these are from the dead dog party.
Lou Anders’ wife makes him presentable.
Willie Siros, Scott Bobo and Emma Bull get their Shiner on.
Emma Bull fiddles with a confounding electronic device.
Willie listens to Bobo tell the punchline. “And that’s when I gave him back the duck.”
Another Armadillocon survived.
Just a few more to round out the set.
I’m sorry if my previous picture gave you the impression that Lauren Beukes is merely attractive rather than gorgeous.
Newly-named 2013 Worldcon Toastmaster Paul Cornell.
Gardner Dozois, 700-time Hugo winner and the man I made my first professional science fiction sale to, which obviously makes him an editor of superb taste…
The newly married George R. R. Martin. I tried to get pictures of him and his bride Parris a couple of days before, but my camera battery died first.
And that’s the last of the Worldcon photos. And Armadillocon starts, er, today…
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…
And here are some more photographs I snapped at Armadillocon 32.
“Steampunk Guest of Honor” Michael Bishop upon seeing that I had a box of books for him to sign.
Michael Bishop upon finding out that I had a second box of books for him to sign.
Better pictures of the dealer’s room:
Better pictures of the hotel atrium:
Robert Jackson Bennett, whose first novel, Mr. Shivers, no less an authority than Joe Domenici called “The finest first novel I have read in years.”
Lovely Editor Guest of Honor Anne Sowards reviewing a manuscript at the signing table, presumably a novel about shape-shifting car mechanic who is also a werewolf, or perhaps a shape-shifting wolf mechanic who is also a werecar.
Noted lush and former Armadillocon fan GoH Scott Bobo, who once tried to help us pick up teenage girls in Japan.
Kasey and Joe R. Lansdale.
Kasey and Joe R. Lansdale, now with 75% more Fortified Cuteness per serving.
The wily Maureen McHugh, who skillfully avoided lesser hunters by not appearing on programming.
Two Views of Mark Finn from his one-man show, “Colonel Kurtz Goes Bowling.”
Paul Miles
Chris Nakashima-Brown and Paul Miles, poised artfully in front of a display of Michael Bishop’s books.
SF Signal honcho John DeNardo caught during a spare moment of his one-day whirlwind tour.
Lillian Stewart Carl.
Jayme Lynn Blaschke. Disclaimer: I feel it only fair to warn you that the planets depicted on his vest are not, in fact, astronomically accurate.
GoH Rachel Caine.
Don Webb, preparing to lead his troops up the beaches of Normandy. Or perhaps Cancun.
Hugo-winning fan artist Brad Foster IS Beldar Conehead!
Noted lush Mikal Trimm, enraged that I’ve temporarily delayed him from obtaining more beer.
Old Earth Books publisher Michael Walsh. (And if you want to buy signed copies of the Best of Howard Waldrop volumes he published, look here.)
Paul Lynde expert Steve Wilson.
Dwight Brown, contemplating exactly how he will murder executives at AT&T slowly and painfully.
Yvonne Daily and Phil Brogden,
Chuck (not at the con), Michael Sumbera, and Milton (also not at the con)
An attendee’s Steampunk purse, which is just a few dials shy of a certified weather station.
Said purse may or may not have belonged to one of these Steampunk aficionados.
Kim Kofmel and Al Jackson. (I have another picture of the two of them, and Al’s eyes are also closed in that one.)
The lovely Denman Glober, camped out below a giant Space Squid banner. But I do wonder why her parents named her like a James Bond villain. “Denman Glober” sounds like someone who should be running a shadowy international conglomerate from his secret lair underneath the Pacific…
Sarah Felix.
New York Times best-selling author Aaron Allston, struggling mightily to stay awake after having just seen a compilation of the line-dancing scenes from Howling 7.
Program director Jonathan Miles, who put me on not one, but two 10 AM panels after I asked not to be scheduled for any panel before noon. Incidentally, this picture was taken just after Jonathan had finished his busy day of selling crack to school children, but before he went off to kick puppies and burn American flags.
Houston writer John Moore, looking snazzy in the seersucker pants he borrowed from reporter Carl Kolchak.