Warblogging Wiscon; Post three.: matociquala

Warblogging Wiscon; Post three.

I'm coming to you live from the Tiptree auction; current item up for bid the manuscript for Eleanor Aranson's Ring of Swords, which Ellen Klages is conducting from inside a chicken suit. A yellow chicken suit, with what she describes as "saggy menopausal arms." A casual inspection suggests that they are intended to be feathers, but they're a somewhat... nonrepresentational.

Ellen has now taken off the chicken head, and is contending with chants from the money-waving crowd to "Take it off!" I'm not sure mere words can capture the emotional impact of this scene. The chicken, judging by her shrieks, just got goosed.

Now the room is exploding into cheers for Karen Joy Fowler, who is a founding mother of the Tiptree award, and whose book The Jane Austen Book Club has risen to #10 on the NYT Bestseller list. They are now passing the decapitated chicken costume head for donations to buy Karen a club... made of a copy of Sense and Sensibility and a popsicle stick. *g* (Actually, of course, donations to the Tiptree fund.)

Ellen, after a near-fatal mishap involving her microphone, has been rescued by the timely intervention of Space Babe and the audience chanting "I do believe in dykes!"
Bidding for the Space Babe ~~lunchbox~~ purse is skyrocketing--and, significantly, it appears only men are bidding.

And Ellen has been successfully divested of her chicken suit.

Utter madness continues; now, don't you wish you were here?

Meanwhile, I must get ready for my panel. Wheee!

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Warblogging Wiscon; Post three.

she's holding her tonic like a cross

if i freeze i can't decay.

it makes a grown man cry.

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