BLACK SIKE "X"
Brought to you by Leigh Edmonds who is normally from PO Box 74, Balaclava, Victoria
3183, AUSTRALIA, but for this time only this magnificent SAPSzine is brought to you
from inside the USA through the kindness of all those who gave their dollar to DUFF
and a let of a@her things which could get a bit complicated if l could remember it
all but I reckon I might not be able to so let's call an and to this colophon and get
down to the real business of keeping the magical chain unbroken and also to save an
even more important SAPS membership. By the way I've no real idea of what day or
date it is (taking a long holiday does that sort of thing to a person) but at the
moment I'm sitting in frant of a typar which belongs to Fred Haskell and is situated
in Kinneapolis, which is a long way fram Phoenix but a lot closer than I'm used to.
For a very obvious reason there won't be any mailing comments this time, maybe next
time but that depends on a lot of things, like what's going to be going on when we
get back to Australia. So instead of the usual I might find myself reduced to
writing about various things that have happened in the last month like the beauty
of downtown Albuquerque or DISCON II.
A lot of people have asked me what I thought of
the WorldCon but it seems that I really don't know what I thought about it. I reckon
that's to be expected since it's the only WorldCon I've ever been to and certainly
the biggest convention I've been to ( though that goes for everybody most likely). A
lot of people have complained about the population but I didn't notice it very much
or at all. While I might not have met all the people X wanted to meet I got to meet
so many people that I seem to have forgotten a lot of them.
For people who attend the
WorldCon every year I'm told that the standard operating procedures are to try and
find a dozen or so really close people and count the rest as a bonus. I imagine that
a lot of the trouble I had in finding people I wanted to meet wouldn't exist for US
fans because they usually have the advantage of having met the people they want to
meet before and so they know tham when they see them.
I reckon it was pretty lucky that
AUSSIECON had set up a table where we were selling memberships because I was there an
awful lot of the time and just about everybody would have wandered thxough that area
at one time or another and since they were doing that and fans seem to be curious by
nature a lot of them came over to see what was going on and a lot of them even came
over to see me, which is kinda nice.
Of the programme there is very little that I can
say because I attended very little of it. On the first day Susan Wood talked me into
going and seeing Isaac Asimov and Harlan Ellison toss insults up and down the room
but I was quite unimpressed by it so I didn't stay to see it all. When Harlan said
the audience were assholes for being so interested in listening to himself and Isaac
I thought he was more or less right and since I was getting very rapidly bored (and
fust a bit disgusted) I left well before the event finished.
On the same evening we
went and saw "2001: A Space Opera" which was okay I suppose but I didn't engoy it
too much as there vere lots of references which I assumed were not internationally
directed and anyhow, apart from the singing, I thought that the "Joe Phaust" that we
did a while ago was a whole lot funnier. But then I'm obviously biased so don't pay
any attention to me.
The fiasco of "A Boy and his Dog" was just about the only event
I didn't get bored with totally and maybe it was sympathy for Harlan Ellison that
brought it about. What I saw of the film looked as if it would be good but the
DUFF/TAFF party that Dick End organised for the next day meant that I couldn't get
along for the showing of the whole thing but since the party want well I didn't mind
Getting back to the next day of the Con I seem to remember that just about
the only thing we got to see was the masquerade and the thing that amazed me about
that was the amount of not particularly good costumes that got to be paraded. I had
been under the mistaken impression that a pre-judging meant that all the costumes