Webmaster’s note 10/14/2018: This is an old convention report from the previous version of the site, which we’re bringing in as a post so that it’ll be searchable in the reviews categories with newer content. We’re pretty sure this actually refers to the Marcon in 1999.

by Robert Holland

As many of you may know, Marcon was last weekend [May 7 – 9]. Wow. What an experience. Here’s a quick run-down of what I did at Marcon: I shook hands with Dr. Demento, danced the Macarena with Steve Jackson, and was ignored by Tom Savini. David Drake, grand master of military science fiction, personally played with my Transformers. I acquired a beautiful silver icedrake named Lorelei. God Herself introduced me to the wonders of the Flaming Dragon (Rule Number One: Blow out the flame BEFORE you drink). I headbanged to Weird Al songs and did the Y.O.D.A. I basked in the glory of Caffeine, the One True Stimulant of which all others are but shadows. I danced in the Scorpion’s Den, a joint Scottish/Klingon party bash. I received the divine blessing of J.R. “Bob” Dobbs, Space Prophet and Short-Duration Personal Saviour of the Church of the SubGenius. I frightened mundanes and played ambassador to normals (there is a difference). I sang filthy Scottish drinking songs in the consuite. I blew $250 cash on books, art, robots, and dice, and every penny was well spent. I rejoined old friends and met new ones. I had the time of my life.

And it’s a four-day con next year…