My Convention Career: 1990

• NASFiC, San Diego -- Possibly even more of a disaster than Nolacon! A program book with a truly amazing number of typos. My con report for this con was named for one of them: The Jewel-Hinged Jew and Other Typos, after GoH Chip Delaney's book The Jewel-Hinged Jaw. Badges were arranged in numeric rather than alphabetical order, directions to "the other hotel" were hand drawn, and the daily newsletter warned against trying to follow the program listings in the pocket program. A convention so bad that even The Permanent Floating Worldcon Committee wasn't inspired to leap in to fix it.

  To give you an idea how bad it was, there was competition for sarcastic con-related buttons by the end of the con: "Three years ago we didn't even know how to spell NAFSiC and now we are one", "Real con comms don't use splel checkers", "Typocon I (NASFiC '90)", and, my favorite "Hello. My name is ConDigeo Montoya. You killed my weekend. Prepare to die."

• Loscon, Buena Park -- Horrible hotel restaurants and the art show and huckster room being placed on the ninth floor made this a physically challenging Loscon. I escaped by going to visit nearby Knott's Berry Farm, an old-time Western amusement park in walking distance of the hotel. The first Regency dance at which I wore newly acquired pink mylar LA Gear sneakers matching my gown, which made a big hit.

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