Monday in the 2010 last part of the chronicle of the 2010 Hispacón
After another four hours sleep, on Monday we got up early because we wanted to attend the workshop psychotronic David Jasso, as was Monday, Erein mother needed the car so it would take us to the metro station, we were in time to spare, we had to also pick up a friend of the mother, then to the subway, and subway stops were few until Burjassot. It was good day, not raining, I left the heavy black bag in the house, everything looked promising.
But the best plans always go awry and this time was the lack of communication between the mother and her friend Erein, we call when we reached the door of his house and we were waiting, and waiting, and growing impatient waiting for the inexorable advancing clockwise while watching the website every time you open the door, we ended up calling her again, but it turned out that he had left before we arrived and was waiting Erein's mother at work.
Leaving
because towards the metro, although we were late insurance, then ran to the headquarters of the Hispacón, the workshop had already started, we asked one of the girls who was down and showed us up. We climbed the stairs and ... we got lost.
So, we had not lost (too) through the streets of Valencia back home, we had not lost and we miss Burjassot inside the building! We climbed to the third floor, all was quiet, listening behind the door, we could not hear anything. We went to the opposite side, descended to the second floor, trying to open doors that were closed, nothing. Then find a very nice girl named Mercedes, was as lost as us and we started way back doors retesting until at last! find the workshop.
Actually, to me at the workshop did not give me good vibes. When I was little, when I joined a theater, I expect to have to learn great dramatic roles and pretend it was someone else but in the first class, I found improvisation exercises they gave me very many shame. I did not attend the second class. By this I expected something similar and I was wondering if it would be better not to go, but then I thought it was, it would be a shame to miss.
Upon entering we found a group of people sitting around talking about strange things, the platypus and spacecraft, lost memories. We sat in the back row, not understanding much of what was the story. They taught us then the health of our species, which consists of joining the fingers of the hand like a pineapple and move the arm up and down, we had to do that every time someone entered. It was then that I thought thank goodness we had not arrived two minutes later.
the end I realized that exercise was that we were in a kind of spacecraft, which had erased our memories and we had to recover Each person gave some new information that was creating those memories that we had been erased. In this exercise, as late as we did not participate much.
The next was to make a map coordinates that were giving us and make a list of colors and positions, the map came out pretty well, I caught the colors of nearly all charges but I missed half military. It seemed an exercise in attention, and was cool to see how I would figure out the coordinates.
Then we put everyone in a circle, we had to have a common history, one the beginning and the next was, in turn, had to put a secret word to be discovered. It was the worst of the exercises, which cut! worldwide and over while you're watching how bad it gives me improvise and, if all this were not enough I had to close the history! It was an agonizing moment, I blocked it at first, I made several logical suggestions, but ... Had to close the story so epic! I tried to think quickly and put the word, I went ... At the end I opted for the show, but I was caught the word, good, catching the word was pretty easy, really think that was the point of the exercise, forcing you to get a word that is totally out of context and history stay stuck so well that no notice had been forced to put her story. Some people came out better than others, I came out horrible (but made up for the final bloody epic : D).
resulting in general everything was fun, we had laughed a lot, we had spent the time flying and there was still one more exercise: Zombie Survival Guide. We were given a list of objects and a group of people who came with us and we had to arrange things to allow us to escape. Sort things out was easy, many do not know I could do with them and put them in the end, others seemed more helpful and put at the beginning. I recognize that much of what I did to volley, is what culture you know little zombie.
The second part of the exercise was to gather in groups of four and put together our lists and chart a plan to survive. In my group was Mercedes, Manchi, Erein and me. This is where I saw that the few times I've played a role in table I have used something, because I participated in the preparation of the (disastrous) plan, and I also realized that I've really been too many priests, because there was more than worry about the old with asthma and pregnant, to the astonishment of my colleagues who finally agreed not to relegate the kit list to last post so I could meet the old man with asthma. (Sorry guys, professional bias, to see if I start to ask more for the next barbarian berserkers time). Discuss the plan was fun, we had absurd ideas one after another. We had a discussion about whether the rat poison was in powder or spray (the other groups said it was spray, spray I've seen the cockroaches, the rats always dust ... has anyone sprayed with a spray a rat time?). In short, rat poison was relegated to the bottom of the list with the dish.
We realize discussing without really any plan to cut David Jasso us because that was over and we had to present the plan. I was terrified, not finished or order things, and apart from being half the plan was so bad that we would be safe eating zombies. Began one of the groups, which had a very well thought out plan and imaginative. I followed the other group, they had a plan ... more gore. Then touched us. All the time we had been discussing who was going to expose the plan. Well, actually the thing was:
Manchi: You Erein.
Erein: You Manchi.
Manchi: No, you Erein
Erein: No, you Manchi
Nobody said anything to Mercedes and me and we were silent for to forget us. In the end I spoke Erein (or was Manchi?) I'm not sure, is that some time ago: s
We set out the plan with great confidence (rolling eyes: p) knowing that the result would be expected: we eat the zombies. The room erupted in laughter when we talk about the poor old man with asthma (no one thinks of the older NSAIDs) and my teammates looked at me sideways but Erein (or Manchi) went on to explain our non-plan with calmness and poise.
That was the last year, some seem to intuit what was coming and then slipped quickly from the room as if they chased a group of zombies, we stayed we set out in row two and we went all over the building (which Erein and I knew very well after our previous scan) greeting everyone we met. Interestingly that I did not cut it, even in the afternoon I met in the cafeteria with another of the girls who had attended the workshop, he did not know anything, and we salute the alien style. I do not remember exactly the phrase that symbolizes the gesture, but have ratted me: "All together, united as a pineapple, upward and over again."
After the workshop spent some time on the terrace, talking to people, came words with Tenebrae under his arm, and showed us how well they can sell. It was near Tenebrae presentation, an anthology of Seville fosca Write , which we thought attend. Words told us that he was not going to sit at the table, but that would be among the public and would have questions if it happened at first, which had not prepared anything in advance. (: P) Iban to videotape the presentation would be held jointly with Inhuman Stories Bou Villar, who was not in the room, it was Veronica Leonetti is the illustrator of the book and Juan Angel Laguna, editor Bag of Bones publisher.
Inhuman Story read a letter from the author and illustrator then spoke, which, while presenting Tenebrae, began to sign books in a very curious, dedications-drawing was very nice. It made you want to buy the book just because you make the dedication.
Tenebrae Canijo and Weis presented it, spoke a little of the collective, as was the process of creating the anthology and the stories he composed. He looked in their faces the excitement of introducing the book that I mentioned in the previous post, a mixture of affection and pride, had a copy of the book forward and touched him, grabbed her, what put right if he fell. During the round of controversial questions a writer sitting in the front row is dedicated to making the tough questions that came out gracefully, you'll see when you hang up the video presentation.
Following the presentation, it was already noon and I had to think about eating, it was sunny, I did not have heavy bags hanging ... but of course, so we decided not to give the Burjassot walk and eat right there in the cafeteria of the Hispacón. After moving into the shadow tables, the waitress seemed to want to travel in eggs collected ... and the guys who called deviled eggs they laid an egg and a half which led to an interesting discussion about whether the plural eggs can be applied to an egg and a half. Not that they were very generous with the sauce noodles, but hey, at least we were spared the walk.
After lunch with dessert came the jokes. Weis words and tell them well, (except sexist jokes ¬ ¬), with an accent in Seville, Juande also has an accent but it was the one who started with the sexist jokes (¬¬), Erein dared to tell some very bad, Magnus told math jokes ... rare and Ruben and Angel Villa were good. Yume and I do not have any, but it told Yume bajini to words tell anyone he liked. We laughed a lot, even the bad jokes, sexist jokes under (¬¬).
After we got up, went home Erein to collect the car, Manchi went to the hotel to the notebook ... And left me alone! With my co-wrote Sevilla! (Yes, those exclusive then call me ¬ ¬). What would I do? "Run away? Flee? Burying until Manchi and Erein again?
Well as I was having fun, I went with them. We went into the cafeteria, where I met Pedro Escudero. A Peter had seen several times in passing, but was always running and from what I hesitate to introduce me to someone, it escaped me before the end of my mind. I was brave, after the session of jokes, so I decided to go over and introduce myself, I was next to the bar and said something like: You are Peter! I really wanted to meet you! At first it looked like I was a crazy fan or something, then when he was told he changed the face and greeted me with joy, just talk because I was very fast (if I take longer to decide, I Hispacón'm leaving without knowing. I think Pedro has the dubious honor to be the only person who approached me to say who it was). When he returned with the group, there were words, Weiss, Yume and Magnus, were talking and laughing. Soon he returned with the laptop Manchi, Magnus needed it for his lecture and did not return Erein.
we were not worried about whether he had suffered a car accident, but just arrived and we found we send a message and we feel relieved when he answered. We went up then to see Magnus conference, which this time was not on a book, but on a video game: anything Zelda (The Legend of Zelda "?, Sorry that I do not agree). Was a strange time, we went and there were people in the room, at first thought it was not there, or was the previous conference. Hope. Still people in the room, confirmed that it was there. We went and sat down.
I had no idea what it was that, at most I've played has been to Minesweeper, but to put the powerpoint I met an old friend: Link, what do you know why Link? because thanks to one of my role players, that when they took an NPC with a sword called Link told me that if it was a tribute to that other link. At that time I did not know what he was talking about my players and I gave a description of which followed without learning much, but I should have known something, because I related on sight.
course, Zelda Link has nothing to do with mine, but I had already aroused the curiosity . The story also reminded me to search for the grail., the search for the Triforce that only someone can get pure. I am disappointed to hear the famous music of Zelda, which was mentioned a lot. You may not know even though they said it was very famous, to see if I want.
was a fun conference, it was also John Diaz, a friend of Machi and at the end of the conference Manchi sat in professional plan to sign a book with the display still on and the famous photo of Supernatural behind him. (Great photo, Erein happened to me, the hang below ^ ^).
slackers after that for a while there until we went to dinner.
Dinner gala: We stayed at the door of the Hispacón with the whole group because we knew not to go, and started to walk and walk, following the guide of the expedition. We thought we took many twists and for a moment suspect that the phone was lost, but arrived safely at the end of the door where I had a lot of people waiting to enter.
problems waiting for us at the entrance.
We got in line, people were coming at a time, I came to the door and a man who looked like bodyguards asked me my name. I told him the real name also the girl that I had made the recording told me I had to put my real name just for dinner. Then it was gone. We search for the D first, then the P, then by the first letter ... nothing. I was confused at that point is not that important to me that getting fired from dinner I thought it was in the forty euros it had paid for her to cast me in the door s. I tried to explain to the man who had made the registration on the day before, another man came. In the end I thought or felt sorry for me and let me pass.
I was not nervous, I knew I was going to win on Sunday Santos because he had read in the link that passed me warn you if you win. Uwe then began to get nervous, throwing glances, to assume absurd possibilities ... That was absurd, but managed to get a little nervous, luckily then came the wine and forgot.
The dinner wine deserves special comment, as all was not a great wine, at first served a pink, but Uwe wanted red. The waiter tried to convince him that the red would come later, but Uwe was not very happy and the waiter had pity on him because he brought the bottle of wine ... The poor did not know what to expect. Uwe later requested another bottle, despite commenting that it was not a great wine. From time to time reminded again to get nervous. At our table sat John Doe and his girlfriend, words, bataluba, Machi and Erein. Food better not talk much, I could not finish it all, the waiter was prompt and brought bread when we asked and took diligent dishes as we were done.
And at that moment, Uwe realized the waiter had brought a bottle of wine. He called immediately and asked for clarifications. As had been the bottle! The poor boy looked puzzled but quickly returned Uwe bottle before anyone could be in danger. Uwe lovingly took the bottle and never leave her again (yes, picture ^ ^).
After dinner came the awards, I expected it to be more boring, but it was quite fast and agile, with sharp comments (: p) and a powerpoint well spent (well, if is that the screen was a powerpoint that neither remember). Ah! I forgot to say that we gave all guests a very funny mini-Ignotus.
The night ended and a few hours separated us and I returned by bus, after dinner we went in droves to Irish pub every night, where we hoped they had not gone to the gala dinner. There were many people, welcome to some, Manchi and Uwe were lost and Erein and I stayed there in the middle, a very nice guy gave us the high bench where he sat I refused (which gave me something to reject, but not was able to climb on it, and had tried previous day) and sat on a lower banks had there, Magnus approached us to ask about the gossip of the gala dinner, Uwe returned to us, impressed by the insightful comments of the awards y. .. also became the owner of banks who do not know who it was but we did not get up, but went to another site (if people were a delight, even the title). Manchi again too, talk, laugh, we parted, we parted several times, trying not to allow ourselves to anyone. That night I would sleep two hours but was worth it, sleep on the bus could do and the thing was to take all possible. And if we each more pint of zombies ... is that it was in the air.
Jo, remembering all this as I miss him! We had a great time. It was hard saying goodbye was hard to catch the bus the next morning, thinking that a year to the next, nor do I know if I can go ... I was very scared when he went to Valencia, around the corner, I just thought he wanted to repeat.
Thanks to those who have followed the chronicles, I have taken so long to finish it.
Note: The photos are all Erein least the presentation of Tenebrae that are Natalia Figueroa.
The workshop psychotronic David Jasso
Greeting after the workshop: "All together, together as a pineapple, upward and over again. "
Tenebrae Presentation: Weis, and Kachi Canijo
Presentation of Tenebrae and Inhuman Stories: Weis, Canijo, Kachi and Veronica Leonetti
Jokes
after lunch
Machi signing books com a professional (and very cool dedications put, by the way, not like some writers of the Hispacón "rolling eyes").
Uwe and bottle of wine
After dinner, Sevilla writes with a Bag of Bones Ignotus for Pumpkins in the Storage
High
morning hours and now in the process of zombification quartet multiversero + Magnus, who try to attract the forum but resisted bravely p