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2021-10-20 4:51:26 PM  
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Did I miss something?  Where's the irony?  I love Ursula:  Wizard of Earthsea, The Lathe of Heaven, The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas, etc.  Beats a poke in the eye with a rolled-up forward from Atlas Shrugged.
2021-10-20 7:26:31 PM  
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JohnnyApocalypse: There's even an award for those who refuse awards, called The Jean-Paul Sartre Prize for Prize Refusal.

What happens if you refuse it?  Does the world implode?
2021-10-20 8:38:38 PM  
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OMG...I love this. I mean Mercedes Lackey had these fandom "Professional" body guards. And got into a fight at a bar. Which is framed as a assassination attempt in the narrative.
I especially like the bit in the story that the guy was wearing full body armor and "highly Skilled in martial Arts" ...and just happen to have hand cuffs to snap the asslent to a chair rail or something the Atlanta Hyatt and also this Pro had a 'walking stick'.

The professional bodyguards were wonderful, cool and resourceful and a lot of fun to be around. They gave us the accolade of telling us that we were a couple of their best clients, since we always did what they told us to without an argument. Poor Matt deserves another accolade, as he ran back and forth with drinks, food, and packages all three remaining days without a complaint. Pony also deserves high points, fitting seamlessly in with the professionals. The additional security provided by the QO volunteers (we never saw a a single moment of coverage from DragonCon security personel) is also greatly appreciated.
Everything went smoothly until the last signing on Saturday night. We had just about finished the signing when we had---as the pros so gracefully put it---an "incident." A half-dozen suspicious characters had been in and out of the room during the signing----watching the security, and NOT waiting to get anything signed. As the last couple of people got autographs, a couple QO staff were breaking things down, and with no one anywhere near the light switches---the lights suddenly went out in the room. It was a very tense moment until the QO staff got the lights back on, most of which, for Larry and me, was spent under a pile of sheltering bodies! Once the lights were on, the pros were taking no chances, they hustled us out and to a safe room. We still do not know who caused the lights to go out, or why they did so.
After we relaxed a little, the two pros, Larry, Pony, a QO volunteer, and myself all went to a sports-bar to watch the Tyson fight---and I finally got the pros to EAT something! They'd spent most of the day being so "on the job" that I don't think they'd gotten more than a bite or two between them, even in restaurants. At last (after three days in body-armor and one near-cardiac-arrest) we finished all the panels on Sunday and took the pros off for a pizza-party with the QO staff. Everybody thought the pros were great, and they had a fabulous time. Both of them came with us as far as our hotel; the first went on home, while the second accompanied us all the way to the jetway to the plane at the airport. He, I am told, returned to the party for a last couple of slices of pizza and a very-well-earned drink.
But it seems that our drama wasn't over yet, because as Pony left the party at about 12:30 pm, he was approached in the Hyatt lobby by two men dressed in black convention-costumes. One asked if he was "Pony", and when he acknowledged that he was, the second man grabbed and held him while the first took a walking-stick and tried to beat him up with it. This was, by the way, in full sight of several witnesses. Fortunately, Pony was still in his body-armor, and he is highly skilled at martial arts. He only took one blow before getting free and damaging both of his attackers; the man who was holding him fled, but he managed to down the one with the stick and handcuffed him to the railing until the police came. His attacker was taken to jail---this is also a matter of public record that can be verified---on assualt charges.
Pony got two cracked ribs, a bruised area about the size of a basketball, but no further damage as the body-armor absorbed most of the blow. We have no further information about his assailant at this time, but it would certainly appear that Pony took the hit that was meant for us, which only the presence of Pony, two professionals and several volunteers saved us from. So much for our being paranoid, and I think we were very lucky to have been in the hands of real pros instead of DragonCon. If it had been left up to Ed Kramer and DragonCon, odds are we'd have been hurt or dead before Sunday.
2021-10-20 9:55:36 PM  
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I once refused the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Not a big sacrifice for me as I hadn't been awarded it that year.
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