I’m a big science fiction fan. It runs in my family. Give me your Star Trek, Star Wars, Stargate, Battlestar Galactica, Firefly, Farscape–franchise or standalone, short story, novel, television- or mini-series or movie. I’m a sucker for a good myth arc, be it preachy, quippy, campy, or politically allegorical. I guess you could say that I enjoy slipping into other worlds, or the idea that this one has whole secret patterns we just haven’t noticed yet.
One universe that does exist, but which I’ve never explored, is the Science Fiction Convention itself. I’ve been invited, I’ve been coaxed, but I’ve never committed to going. It’s usually the road trip that puts me off. Imagine my surprise to find that a science fiction convention was in town last weekend. I’d already missed the first day of Arisia 2010 by the time I discovered it, and I had plans to attend the American Library Association’s Midwinter Meeting. Since it’s the year of 52 adventures I decided to take a break from a conference that used science to organize fiction to visit a science fiction convention. It was just in Cambridge! Not a long trip at all. Except, of course, that the day I picked to venture out with a couple of like-minded neighbors was one of the slushiest I’ve ever seen. Appropriately enough, we now had a quest.