Ad Astra
By Ryan Oakley. Filed in sci-fi |
I’m getting ready to go to Toronto’s annual science fiction convention, Ad Astra. I’m press. I was press last year too — for blogTO– and my posts about it can be found here and here. I had a good time. Wish I could have written more but, when you’re working for other people you’re working under their rules. And other people’s rules suck horse cock. Often, you’re not even allowed to talk horse cock.
Unfortunately, like last year, I couldn’t find a photographer. So you’ll have to endure my horrible snapshots. I really have no eye for pictures. They always look like they were taken by some drunken tourist. Furthermore, I’m embarrassed to take them.
I’m also bit embarrassed about being excited about an event that has a logo like that. It could really use some work. Science fiction really needs to look into graphic design.
Although Ryan Oakley began his career as a simple rake (drunk) he has since become Toronto’s most renowned flaneur (no car) and notorious dandy (overdresses). A misanthropic composer of psycho-geographical fictions (bad science fiction), he is also a server of food, a tender of bar and a washer of dishes. While performing all these functions with efficiency and elegance (disdain and malice), he somehow finds the time to publicly criticize friends, strangers and cultural crap. He's a bit of a dick.
