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.”
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…
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.