Where do we go next year?

Behold, I bring you the responses to the RFP I asked the Las Vegas Convention Center & Visitors Authority to send out for us, excluding the Plaza, whose prices and space will be pretty much what they were this year. All the room rates are Friday/Saturday/Sunday and include resort fees; I have included links to… Continue reading Where do we go next year?

Four months out

Having bollixed up and then trashed the previous version, let’s try this again… At the beginning of the month I went to Confinement, which is Mike Williamson’s house party/relaxacon/writers’ conference, and foolishly took no flyers or posters with me since there was an Office Max up the road, and surely they could do some flyers… Continue reading Four months out

Six months to go

Well, here we are in January, with about six months left until the curtain goes up on Son of Silvercon II: Nuclear-Electric Boogaloo. We have a hotel nailed down, we have guests returning from last year, and we have a number of things that are in the discussion stage or already underway – Friday Night… Continue reading Six months to go

ON LIKE DONKEY KONG

The contract with the Plaza has been signed, so now we have a lovely hotel with lots of function space to jump around in and a consuite that is HUEG LIKE XBOX. Now all we need is a couple hundred of our close personal friends to show up, and twenty of them to sign up… Continue reading ON LIKE DONKEY KONG

A rather lengthy to-do list

The post-mortem was very productive and people came up with lots of good ideas for next year, most of which we can get done without blowing fresh holes in the budget. (See previous post.) So, without further ado… Sarah suggested we do a YA short story contest (short stories written by young adults) with prizes,… Continue reading A rather lengthy to-do list

Greasy Budgetary Stuff

Money makes the world go ’round. Money is the thing we work for so we can do fun stuff like stage conventions so we can have fun with a couple of hundred of our closest friends. Which means that on every convention staff, there’s a guy chewing on his pencil and grinding his teeth when… Continue reading Greasy Budgetary Stuff