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Pictures from the 2012 Chicago WorldCon: Wednesday & Thursday

Wednesday, September 5th, 2012

Always willing to get cheap blog fodder document science fiction history, I tried to take pictures of just about everyone I knew that I bumped into there.

Scott Bobo and Kurt Baty pretend they’ve been hard at work setting up the art show.

Elizabeth Moon, hanging out in front of the Lone Star Con 3 table.

The ubiquitous Guest of Honor Mike Resnick at one of the approximately 700 parties he attended over the week.

John Kessel looms large in science fiction.

Scott Bobo sitting in front of the portal to London that suddenly appeared behind him.

A blurry Adam Troy-Castro stands in front of an equally blurry Charles Stross. Obviously there was some sort of temporal disturbance in the dealer’s room.

Sue Burke contemplates her life after the collapse of the Spanish economy.

Noted lush Scott Bobo yet again, doing what he does best. Bobo, Kurt, Ed Scarborough and I ended up eating out together three times during Worldcon, hence extra pics of some of them. This one is from the original Morton’s.

Ed Sacrborough and Jonathan Miles. “Is that bastard taking our picture again?”

Kurt and Grady, whose skin has lightened considerably since his stint on Sanford & Son.

More pics, probably tomorrow.

Armadillocon 2011 Photos for Saturday, August 27

Wednesday, September 14th, 2011


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.


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

Worldcon 2011 Photos for Thursday, August 18 (part 2)

Friday, August 19th, 2011

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…