A chipper-at-all-hours Kasey Lansdale, having no pity on us poor souls discomforted by having to get up at the crack of noon.
if we’re going to show Kasey, I suppose we should show her father, Joe R. Lansdale. I think he’s written a book or two.
Neal Barrett, Jr. “You working on anything right now, Neal?” “I’m a writer, I’m always working on something. That’s what writers do.”
Howard Waldrop, relieved that we only have to review Cowboys & Aliens once.
Rob Landley, the man who helped found both Penguincon and Linucon. And yet, somehow, he still walks among the living.
Paolo Bacigalupi, wondering just where that alligator might have gotten to.
Brad Denton, who foolishly exposed his skin to direct sunlight for almost 15 full seconds.
Brad again, after the espresso kicked in.
Martha Wells, reclining in the position usually reserved for her palanquin.
Elizabeth Moon’s expression shortly after hearing that she wouldn’t have spend three days being condescended and lectured to by dour, joyless feminists.
Jayme Lynn Blaschke, who’ had to cut back on his previously extravagant vest budget.
Kurt Baty towers over Lego creations. Deep in the night, he sneaks into his unfinished mansion to loom over them and shout “I’m the God! I’m the God!”
With his portable manual typewriter, Lou Antonelli may be taking his emulation of role-model Howard Waldrop a little too far…
Just one of the many, many martinis Scott Bobo drank that weekend, not all of which had Ed Scarborough looking on.
Scott, Ed and Dwight wait for dinner.
Dwight, Rich and Milton.
Little Chuckie, Emma Bull and Stina Leicht just before the Elizabeth Moon and Wiscon panel, more about which at a later date. No one was killed during the panel, which counts as a rousing success.
Ben Yalow and Emma Bull.
Matthew Bay, with beer and wearing a utility kilt, key clues for the police to piece together the horrific orbital belt sanding disaster that befell him moments later.
There used to be a picture here. Now there’s not.
Lovely con newbie Jamie Hott and here +5 Camera of Smiting.
Paolo attempts to re-enact the cover shoot from Peter Gabriel I.
The second of my blackmail photos of Mark Finn, this time cavorting with shameless married hussy Emma Bull.
The unsuspecting Will Shetterly sits next to his wife, none the wiser to the lascivious gyrations performed shortly before.
Oh yeah, baby! Finn and Dave Cake demonstrate that Fezes are TOTALLY coming back! It’s only a matter of time!
Brad offers Paolo the traditional SFWA Salute of Respect.
“I just ate what?”
Here serial cavorter Finns plys his oleaginous charm on the unsuspecting Jessica Reisman.
“Tonight the monkey dies!”
Kasey Lansdale reacts with calm, cool aplomb to Brad Denton missing a deadline.
This is what happens when you attempt to photograph the Tetragrammaton.
And finally (two base notes) in a world…where dinner can take three hours…one man…will drink…a martini!
Scott Bobo Drinks a Martini