Posts Tagged ‘John DeNardo’

Mega Shark vs. Mecha Shark

Friday, December 6th, 2013

Thanks to the keen eye of SF Signal’s John DeNardo, we have word that the auteurs at The Asylum or offering their homage to Terror of MechaGodzilla: Mega Shark vs. Mecha Shark.

It looks like pretty much everything we’ve come to expect from The Asylum…

Hugo Congrats

Sunday, September 1st, 2013

Congrats to Pat Cadigan, John DeNardo, and John Picacio on their Hugo wins!

Pictures from the 2012 Chicago Worldcon: Saturday

Saturday, September 8th, 2012

Dantzel Cherry, show us your buffalo!

As long as you’re not using it to flack for another science fiction writer named Lawrence…damnit!

Part of a big crowd (along with Beth Mechem and Willie Siros) in the Tor Party:

David Brin, caught mid-laugh:

A very sleepy Lawrence Watt-Evans:

One spins, one measures, one cuts.

I attended the Worldcon SFWA Business meeting at 9 AM that morning, which included a “breakfast” of fruit and bagels. For San Antonio, may I suggest breakfast tacos?

Joe Haldeman also attended.

As did Eileen Gunn.

Gardner Dozois and Eileen.

Elizabeth Bear. If Elizabeth Bear and Greg Bear ever meet, they have the power to transform into a giant grizzly.

A crappy picture from the totally awesome “Secret History of Worldcon” panel. George R. R. Martin (who I was finally able to get my Hugo Loser ribbon from), Mike Resnick, Joe Haldeman, Robert Silverberg. Gardner Dozois, who spaced on the time, joined later. I hope someone recorded that panel. It was epic!

Paolo Bacigalupi and his crying/vomiting cat t-short.

Night Shade Press publisher and infamous clothes horse Jeremy Lassen.

And I never knew he was a Texas Longhorns fan!

John Two-Time Hugo NomineeOne-Time Hugo WINNER DeNardo of SF Signal.

Sue Burke and hubby. I wanted to get pictures to remember them by after the Iberian cannibalism breaks out.

Scott Lynch, with nifty Lovecraft & Tesla T-shirt.

Up close and personal.

James Patrick Kelly must be going.

Gardner Dozois and Amy Sisson:

Janis Ian. Yes, that Janis Ian.

Pictures from the 2012 Armadillocon

Monday, August 13th, 2012

Continuing my acclaimed series “Lawrence’s Continuing Efforts To Justify The Purchase of a Digital Camera,” here are pictures from the 2012 Armadillocon:


The lovely and talented Urania Fung, who joined us for lunch with…


…her sister, the lovely and talented Cynthia Fung.


Fung & Fung, together at last. “Soon to be a new hit series on the CW!”


Master of Toast A. Lee Martinez showing off his spiffy Cthulhu vs. Godzilla T-shirt.


Andrew Wimsatt, already looking like his brain has fled.


Jayme Lynn Blaschke standing over Andrew, with the interior of the Austin Renaissance looming in the background like a Lovecraftian tomb (assuming the tomb had balconies and accent lighting).


Michael Sumbera, Scott Bobo and Ed Scarborough, hanging out in the bar.


Mark Finn. “Penis goes where???”


Picture from Family Feud, where the pros kicked the fan butt. “How could the topic be ‘Vampire Novels’ and not one of us thought of Dracula?”


it wouldn’t be an Armadillocon photo gallery without the requisite Stina Leicht Pantone Hair Color Reference Shot.


Now with Slightly Smugger Expression.


Editor guest of honor Liz Gorinsky, who appears to have part of Fry’s non-paraodoxing time travel algorithm tattooed onto her bicep.


Jayme Lynn Blascke, Troyce Wilson and Martha Wells. Maybe it was just this spot that made people look tired.


Con Chair Sara Felix taking a break from the madness with noted lush Scott Bobo.


With folded plate…


…and without.


John W. Campbell Award nominee Stina Leicht with Zillion time best Artist Hugo nominee John Picacio.


I had Stina lean in close so I could see exactly where her hair color matched his shirt.


“Sure, I’ll chair Armadillocon! How hard could it be?”


John “Two-Time Hugo Nominee” DeNardo


Ladies and Gentlemen, the worst picture ever of Joe R. Lansdale!


This time, his brain is fried.


Michael Sumbera and Rich Simental.


Mark Finn and Night Shade Press head honcho Jeremy Lassen, who needs to hire a better shipping department.


Matthew Bey with two people whose names I should remember.


Gabrielle Faust, looking remarkably calm and poised considering the horrific, unspeakable doom that was about to befall her. Best not to talk about it…


Denman Glober, who finds me endlessly entertaining.


Rob Landley, once and future chairman of Linucon.


Bradley Denton, who had a wee bit of a tough 2011.


Doug Potter, showing off a T-shirt with a drawing by Doug Potter, from a book illustrated by Doug Potter.


And another Armadillocon slouches to an end…

Armadillocon 2011 Photos for Friday, August 26

Saturday, September 10th, 2011


Mark Finn, rocking the cutting edge of FEZ NATION!


Howard Waldrop.


Dwight Brown gets the pre-convention lunch off to his usual facepalming start. What set him off this time was Todd saying “Look! We’re haircut twinsies!”


DUFF winner David Cake.


Early Turkey Citizen Joe Pumilia.

There was a picture of William Browning Spencer, but he has evidently grown disenchanted with his own visage, and asked that it be removed..


Al Jackson. For once I snapped a picture with his eyes open. Thanks for lunch, Al!


Dwight, mournful that his mama took his Kodachrome away.


Michael Sumbera, taking a break from assembling his retail sales empire.


Aaron Allston. Generally, I only see Aaron at: A.) Cons, or B.) Indian restaurants.


James Reasoner.


John DeNardo: “You know I hate having my picture taken.” Naturally, after he said that, I’m required to take his picture several additional times.


Like this one.


And this one.


Bruce Sterling was having a garage sale of books at the con. Here he is holding aloft the (true story) Rudy Rucker books I had pulled from the pile, refusing to sell them to me. Including the copy of The 57th Franz Kafka I had given him as a gift 15 years before. “I’ve got to donate these to UT.” Thanks a lot, Bruce.


Bill Crider, reenacting a scene from Daredevil.


Bill again, now with added sight.


Stina Leicht, with her hair in the traditional Blue Con shade.


Two people, both of whom complained that I took their picture too much. You can see how well those complaints worked out for them.


Rocky Kelley, artistic dandy and man-about-town.


Jessica Reisman. The camera is set properly, it’s just that Jessica lives her entire life in soft focus. Doctors keep doing tests to determine the cause.


Jasmina Tesanovic and Bruce Sterling. “It’s a 110° out today! I’m feeling pretty darn good about my Global Warming predictions!”


Derek Johnson. You can’t see it, but just below the frame of this picture, he’s clutching a snifter of brandy with one hand and stroking a white cat with the other.


Gretchen Peterson Johnston shows that she is totally ready for the Fetish Boot Ball.


Chris Nakashima-Brown n. Brown this guy I know.


Yvonne Daily and Phil Brogden, who you may remember from such hits as “Goddamnit, Lawrence, you sure take a lot of freaking convention pictures, don’t you?”


Robert Jackson Bennett, author of the spiffy first novel Mr. Shivers, copies of which can be obtained in the usual manner.


Bradley Denton assumes the now-traditional “Oh yeah? Then I’ll take YOUR picture!” position.


Jessica Reisman Redux.


Paolo Bacigalupi and Bruce Sterling, debating whose global warming future is more wretched and dystopian.


Rich Simental.


“NEVER MIND!”


The Space Squidians, shortly after freebasing some ink.


Brad Foster, with a Hugo that might seem familiar.


“You so naughty!”


Kasey Lansdale, mooning over Mark Finn. (I warned you, Finn! I said UNMARKED twenties!)


Scott Cupp, James Reasoner and Joe R. Lansdale, talking about F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, and why you can’t get good belt onions anymore.


Ben Yalow.


It was….the unnameable.

Pictures from the World Horror Convention in Austin, Saturday, April 30, 2011

Saturday, April 30th, 2011

It looked like my Kodak Digital camera had died, but it seems to be working again after fiddling with it, removing the battery a few times, and plugging it in. Still, I’ll probably need to get a new camera before Apollocon in June, since the automatic shutter isn’t retracting all the way any more…

William F. Nolan and Rocky Wood, both of whom were with me on the “Horror Without Stephen King,” along with someone who wasn’t.


Bill Crider


Bill & Judy Crider.

Bill Spencer. A lot of Bills today, mainly because none of them had yet been signed into law.

Now THAT’s a HAT.

SF Signal’s John DeNardo, AKA “Mr. Saturday Night.”

Don Webb, in the one photo I took on my iPhone that didn’t completely suck.

Armadillocon 32 Photos (Part 2)

Monday, August 30th, 2010

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.

ApolloCon 2010 Pictures

Sunday, June 27th, 2010

Some pictures from the 2010 ApolloCon in Houston, just concluded today:


The lovely and talented Stina Leicht, celebrating her forthcoming novel by going blue in both ocular and follicular realms.


Gabrielle Faust, putting on her best “Who, me?” expression.


The dealer’s room. Neither Willie nor myself dealt there this year, meaning Edge Books was the only real bookdealer there this year.


SF Signal’s John DeNardo. I think the smug was entirely unintentional.


Scott Cupp, no doubt contemplating some book he’s owned, or will soon own, both of which are extremely target-rich environments.


GOH Catherine Asaro. This photo doesn’t show her high-heels. Without them, she’s actually only 3’6″.


Karen Burnham, searching her tattoos for the identity of the killer she’s hunting.


A fairly interesting tabletop boardgame featuring smooth pucks that you flicked to knock out your opponent’s pucks, sort of a cross between marbles and shuffleboard, except there are some screws around the circle in the center that you can bounce the pucks off of and which provide something of an obstacle. The name was “crocsomething,” but not crocodile. Please note that searching for “game” and “screw” is probably not something you should do at work.

Updated to add: The game is called “crokinole”.


Clockwise from lower left: Judy Crider, Lou Antonelli, Bill Crider, Scott Cupp. I think we were talking about bad movies yet again.


A pair of con-goers decked out to the nines in Steampunk attire. This takes an extraordinary amount of dedication. In Texas. In summer. Wait, did I say “dedication”? I meant “complete insanity.”


The Shrine O Dolls found at the “in-room convention party.” Sadly, there were no book dealers there either…