For Those of You Who Missed the Live Show

Here’s a Web video of the Nebula Awards, starting with David Levine’s excellent keynote address about going to Mars. If you go to 43:18 in the video, you’ll see Toastmaster Alan Steele introduce me and then me give away the Best Novel Nebula to Paolo Bacigalupi. But the whole thing is fun.

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Also for your edification, the MidAmericaCon Fan Photo Archive of the Nebula Weekend, with pictures taken by Keith Stokes. Below is a fine photo:

That’s me, Krissy and China Miéville, for those of you needing a program for the players. I am definitely the least gorgeous person in the picture. But I’m married to the most gorgeous (sorry, China), so I’m okay with that.

24 Comments on “For Those of You Who Missed the Live Show”

  1. I really appreciate that the feed was made available for this. I will never be able to attend something like it and it was great to have the chance to watch, as well as put faces and voices with people I usually only get to read. I especially enjoyed Joe Haldeman’s acceptance speech. Great guy, that.

  2. Ah Paolo! He’s a local author and and acquaintance–we were all super excited for him here in Colorado. :) (Spelling his last name makes a fine drinking game for cons, too.)

  3. You may be least gorgeous at that particular table, but it’s a short scale from “incredible beauty” to “cleans up very well”.

  4. Was that photo taken before or after you reminded your Tweet-ees that *You* were standing next to China Miéville, and we weren’t?

  5. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang for days

    You do seem to be looking dreamily into his eyes.

    Even Krissy is.

    What is with that shiny bald head of his?!

  6. Yeah, China Mieville… what with the shaved head, and the earrings, and the accent… mmm.

    Sorry, John. Try hanging out with ugly people next time.

  7. We have got to get you into a bow tie.
    ;)
    Seriously, you’re both looking great. Congrats on the victory, pats on the back for the loss this time.

  8. You are SO not the least attractive person there.

    There are unattractive people in the background. :D

    You three should go off and form a secret Beautiful People team, with Tim Gunn as your Charlie-in-a-box.

  9. I am definitely the least gorgeous person in the picture. But I’m married to the most gorgeous

    The metaphor that springs to mind is “you have totally out-kicked your coverage”.

  10. jesilipp – I'm a college student at the University of Kansas and after I graduate will be going to seminary to become an elder in the United Methodist Church. I am also a writer of science fiction and fantasy and a lover of theatre.
    Jesi

    I just have to say how happy it made me to see that you had linked to Keith’s photos – him being my mom’s fiance and all. Made my day/night (since it’s two in the morning).

  11. Dear Krissy,

    A random stranger on the internet likes your dress.

    Sincerely,
    That Random Stranger

  12. Great pic, too bad the guy is such a big socialist. Sigh, no one is perfect. It does cause me to wonder if he spreads his wealth around equally to all… snicker.

  13. sarawr – Once upon a time, I was a college student with a revolving door of boyfriends, boozing opportunities, friends, and home addresses. Now I'm a wife, toddler mommy, owner of nine cats, and maybe (someday) a writer. Like, for money.
    sarawr

    Another random Internet stranger likes Krissy’s dress. Also? She has fantastic hair. I have style envy. Woe.

  14. Rachel Swirsky – Bakersfield, California – Hi, I'm Rachel! I write science fiction and fantasy short stories. I've won the Nebula Award twice, and been nominated for the Hugo Award, the World Fantasy Award, and some other things. My seventy or so short stories are available around the internet as well as in print, and many of them are in my latest collection, How the World Became Quiet. I have a masters degree in fiction from the University of Iowa. I have five cats. I like my cats, but strongly suggest one stops at three. Or two. Excuse me, I have to go take care of cats.
    Rachel Swirsky

    Hey! Those hands around that beer belong to my husband! I must tell him that his hands have achieved blogular fame.

  15. Rachel, you will also notice the chocolates in front of me, which I have now consumed, and which were yummy. Thank you.

  16. The suit and the goatee make you look very distinguished, like a German history professor. You’ll have to start calling yourself Von Scalzi.

  17. Rachel Swirsky – Bakersfield, California – Hi, I'm Rachel! I write science fiction and fantasy short stories. I've won the Nebula Award twice, and been nominated for the Hugo Award, the World Fantasy Award, and some other things. My seventy or so short stories are available around the internet as well as in print, and many of them are in my latest collection, How the World Became Quiet. I have a masters degree in fiction from the University of Iowa. I have five cats. I like my cats, but strongly suggest one stops at three. Or two. Excuse me, I have to go take care of cats.
    Rachel Swirsky

    “Rachel, you will also notice the chocolates in front of me, which I have now consumed, and which were yummy. Thank you.”

    Excellent. :D You’re welcome.

  18. “Most Gorgeous” requires a value judgment on the part of the reader on gender. Having met him, I don’t think a woman would ever manage to win that accolade from me over Mr. Mieville.

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