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And so, the Five-Day-Con has come to an end.
There's a sense of satisfaction that's been engendered within me, now, thanks to the remarkable work done by my volunteers and sub-heads; this year, as stated before, I was able to relax and enjoy the convention more than ever before. Seeing that we also went into this with more to do than ever before, that's amazing to me! The majority of my time was still spent on the 22nd Floor of the hotel but when not there, I was able to enjoy the company of good friends, good movies, and good conversation.
This year, I did not speak at Closing Ceremonies; let's face it, I'm not key or crucial, had nothing to say this year that I'd not said many times before, and with 23 Guests of Honor saying "Farewell" the Ceremony was long enough.
Kenneth Hite, one of our guests of honor, even made a joke about the Anemic Gaming panels at the con, but it was strictly tongue-in-cheek: he was on dozens of them, himself! :) Still, I had to rib him later on ... he has a really good sense of humor and I look forward to him being a Guest, again, in the future so I can get him into a game.
The convention wound to a close at 12:01am this morning at the Michael Sheard Memorial Five Day Panel at which we remembered those guests and members of the convention who are no longer with us. It was bittersweet and perhaps a touch melancholy but ended on an upbeat note that few conventions will ever be able to match.
Our friend and fellow convention member, Roadkill, died of a cancerous brain tumor a few months ago. Tim Wick, our outgoing Events Director, had seen him in the hospital and had a conversation about how he should be remembered. Roadkill told him, "Smash a big, chocolate fish onstage".
Tim had the fish and many convention attendees lines up to smash it to pieces, after which -in a very Communion kind of way- we all shared in bits of chocolate and pieces of cake in honor of those who were no longer with us.
That's classy and weird all at the same time; when my time comes, I hope it's even half that good with even a tenth as many folk remembering me. :)
This is what the community known as "fandom" is about: community. I feel more a part of this than I do the Pagan community, GLBT community, or anything else. It's the close-knit group of friends who, even though we don't share the same quirks, have enough of our own to appreciate those of others. We're the monkey ball of weirdos. We belong to an ephemeral sphere of complimentary interests woven together with disparate views and strong opinions.
We are fandom.
Yours,
Sylvan (Dave)
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