Up, short swim, bit of a hot tub to soak the feet, and there we pause, Gentle Reader . . . I must set the scene: imagine a pool area completely empty of guests, there’s a line on the waterfront down below and outside the fence of people waiting to get into the hotel ballroom […]
Comic Con 2012 Report from the Author-Side, Gail Carriger Meets Kevin Bacon
Comic Con 2012 Report from the Author-Side ~ Thursday
Up, bit of a swim, bit of a hot tub, half a marvelous egg white omelet, two cups of tea, and attired in my specially acquired cream & blue day dress I hit the ground running. Ok, this is me ~ so I was more tottering along slowly absorbed by the madness of the crowds. […]
Comic Con 2012 Report from the Author-Side ~ Weds
The start of the crazy. Arriving on Weds was a good idea, as we came in to town before the real madness began. Being a Special Guest was even better. We (the AB and I) were met at the airport by GRT in a purple shirt. Easy to identify. Too easy as it turns out, […]
San Diego Comic Con: Did Gail Obey Her Own Rules?
So, before I start a day-by-day summation, Gentle Readers, I am sure at least a few of you are out there wondering whether I followed my own rules at the Godzilla of Conventions ~ San Diego Comic Con. Gail’s Favorite 10 Convention Commandments ~ Did She Follow Them? 1. Thou shalt follow the 6, 2, […]
In Which Gail Distills 10 Comic Con Commandments
It’s July 2012 and I’ve been learning lots of stuff about Comic Con before I go for the first time. (Gail from the future, I would end up going 3x and counting.) Some of it for attendees, some for pros. I’ve distilled out ten rules for myself, as an author in particular. I shall apply […]
My Problem With Racoons: A Funny Story Concerning Shampoo & a Motorcycle Accedent
Racoons. Where I grew up, yes it was actually woods, coons were (and still are) a problem. Sure they look like cute little banditos, but they are big fat mean angry smelly pests. They get into the garbage, they have sex under the porch, they climb all over the roofs, they wash food in the […]
Con Report: World Steam Expo
My dear Gentle Reader, what follows is a relying of my adventures in far away Dearborn, Michigan. Steampunk shenanigans and the excursions of the Author Beast in far off climes will follow. You have been warned. For some reason know only to the strange and fickle gods of flying (who have suspiciously similar capricious overtones […]
Gail Carriger Treks Trough Europe on Book Tour: London, Stockholm, Budapest, Barcelona
Forgive me for a massive post, Gentle Reader, but I had so little time on the second half of my trip abroad (aka Gail’s Grand Tour) that I did not have the opportunity to blog, or even make notes, that I feel I must get it all out at once so I am caught up […]
Gail Carriger Swans Around Nottingham
I was at school at Nottingham Uni over a decade ago. I lived in the international dorm on the MBA campus for a little under two years working on my MSc (an MS for us USA folk) in Archaeological Materials. Returning gave me an inexplicable feeling of warmth. I’d missed the old city. This was […]
Gail Carriger’s Drink, Shop & Do’s in London
It is one of the great pleasures of my life that, given the type of prose my humble pen has taken to producing, that I have consequently been blessed by tea-centered celebratory events. After a most excellent evening at Foyles and several other cuppas in honor of simply being in England. It was on to […]
Gail Carriger Swans Round the British Museum
Tuesday morning, Gentle Reader, I sneaked away from my authorial duties to reconnect with my archaeological roots. AKA I went to the British Museum. The BM is, all issues aside (and there are A LOT of them), one of the world’s greatest repositories of archaeological artifacts and human knowledge. But what has that to do […]
Things Gail Carriger Does Upon Visiting the UK
Things Gail Does Upon Visiting the UK Buys and consumes at least four bags of Walkers Crisps in the most peculiar flavors possible. Buys and consumes yoghurt, searches for gooseberry, settles on raspberry. Indulges in vast amounts of tea. Hunts down blueberries, if possible. They are my favorite fruit and taste better in the UK. […]