Here I am at Baycon...

I suspect my Baycon reporting will be a little sketchy this year; I've been a busy bear. Good rehearsal session Friday night, after a long day that included two different hotel-room screwups affecting cflute and the Ugglas; fortunately all resolved.

The hotel is a maze in about 2.5 dimensions -- each floor is a branching tree structure with a fractal dimension of 1.5 or so. The function space is mostly on the second floor, and our room is on the third floor (the party floor, but we're off in a cul-de-sac). You can get from our room to the function space by walking about 1/4 mile and going down a short ramp. Except that some of the function space is on the other second floor, which can only be reached by elevator from the third floor. Right. I got well and truly lost several times on Friday; either the corridors move around, Hogwarts style, when you're not looking, or the hotel knocks you out and moves you around while you're unconscious. Haven't figured out which.

Panels and concerts yesterday; got a good recording of cflute's set. I'll be recording Tres Gique (me, Callie, and Joyce, plus her son Jordan on drum). There's no stage, but plenty of room for me to set up the mics, and the end of the front row is close enough to the nearest wall plug to power the laptop. I just have to remember to make sure it's in "don't go to sleep, darnit" mode. Setting the levels will be a little tricky, but hopefully what I used last night will work.

Stayed in the open filking until 1:30 or 2:00 -- not too many people, and good singing.

Album pre-orders have been, not exactly brisk, but OK; I've also been handing out bonus disks to the folks who have already ordered. I stole an idea from quadrivium and stuffed the preorder bonus disks into correspondingly-numbered jiffy packs -- all I have to do is get the customer to put their address on the pack and swap the disk for a twenty. Easy. There are plenty still available, by the way -- I brought 75 to the con.

Seen at Baycon

A laser-printed sign captioned "Hotel Guide" above a copy of Escher's "Relativity", with a "you are here" arrow pointed at the person in the center.

It turns out that the fastest route from our end of the third floor to the function space on the second floor (astute readers will remember that these floors are connected by a one-foot-high ramp) is to take one set of elevators down to the ground floor, walk fifty feet to another set of elevators in the lobby, and go up. (edit actually, that's the shortest route. But when you add in the waiting time for two elevators, it's actually close to a wash time-wise, and it's all the walking I'm likely to get this weekend.)

Concert in 1:15. Setup in 0:45. Be there or be square, or at least vaguely oblong.