Subject: Penguicon Report!

From: "Leonard the Committed" <ccssk@nospamchartermi.net>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Mon, May 5, 2003 7:14 AM

Why the hell would a SubG who that needs to up for work on Monday morning at
6:30 be awake at 4:30? Well, this one fell out EARLY last night. Not due to
being a "party pantywaste" rather having hit that enevitable wall at the end
of the anti-sleep highway. Yes, another SubG event has past, The Penguicon.

Penguicon featured not only Sci-Fi, but a good dose of Linux Geekdom as
well, creating a fine mix of wierdo's and high-tech shutins in search of the
ultimate balance of Caffiene, anti-sleep and all things alien to the world
of the normals. This participant searched for that balance and found it
easily obtained amongst this crowd, making it far easier to introduce them
to the word of "Bob" many of which were very receptive to hearing.

My weekend was started by "Priming the Pump" so to speak at the Rant-Off
held at 8pm Friday eveving. Geeks of every background joining together as
one to spew hatred, lies and occasional stories of hope. This participant
went first, getting the angst out of the way early, freeing up my brain for
two later rants in that one hour event. Amazing! So many unsaved beings in
that room that had yet to hear the word of "Bob", yet they ALREADY showed
signs of being long time anti-followers.

The next event for Friday night started out harmlessly enough. A one hour
Radio show hosted by the SubG's at midnight on Malcom Clevelands's Radio
Free Fandom. What a guy! Not only did he have an adequate micro-powered
Radio station rigged up in his room, he also had that signal pumping through
the Hotels information channel. The power of "Bob" was able to penetrate the
skull of anyone who tuned into Channel 25 Friday night, and the MiSubgenii
did thier best to fill that hour with his divine message of slack. Hosted by
yours truly, the show was fully staffed by other MiSubs including co-host
Left Rev. Eggplant, Rev Juana Moore, Rev Java Matrix, former World Cup
Hockey star Rev Eoghnved Mmrkuudnen, Rev Honestly Now and the ever so lovely
Solcat. I'm not really sure Malcom was ready for what happened across the
airwaves that he provided but not one object was thrown, security was'nt
called and we were not asked to leave. Look for a future HoS to come from
the madness recorded that fateful night.

The rest of Friday night was filled with all things you would expect of
SubG's. Cinema Obscura began at 2am with a film who's name I cannot
remember, although the image of a black and white drawing suddenly becoming
red while the the words "I'm bleeding out my Anus" boomed from the speakers.
This observer needed a few minutes after that opening film to sort out the
emotional trauma from laughing his ass off at such a sick display. With
gerneral insanity being spread amongst the crowd, unhealthy relationships
being formed with Penguin Brand Caffienated Mints and of course Frop led me
on a mission of religious conversion amongst the crowd that lasted til
around 5am when it was decided that SOME sleep would make Saturday a better
day.

Saturday. A day of creativity that will go down as one of my finest. Started
out simply enough, breakfast around 10 followed by a trip to the LUG room to
check out the Linux geek scene. It was good to see that Rev's Eggplant and
Honestly Now were not into spending the ENTIRE day geeking out to the
machines that enslave them all week long. I took in the "Geeks on
Motorcycles" talk around 3 pm, then made a quick trip up the street for art
supplies and nourishment, albeit White Castle.

I'd brought along a Sony Mini-disc recorder for the radio show the evening
before, seeing to it that it would be archived in the Dobbstown Media
Center. It was obvious after listening to the previous evenings madness that
more material would be needed to come up with an ass-kicking edit of the
event. The only mic that was available to record with was one of those $5
computer mics that made a horrible noise through the phones every time I
moved. An isolation and/or suspention system was in order.

Under guidence of Rev Eoghnved Mmrkuudnen, a suitable system of handling the
mic was constructed of some ghostline fiber board and of course the box that
once contained a White Castle cholesterol enhancer. WHITE CASTLE RADIO LIVE!
was born.

Eggplant, Honestly Now and I sat down for a brief rehearsal then went to the
atrium to pound out the most dispicable excuse for 3 chord blues Detroit had
ever heard. Now technically speaking, it was'nt TRUE anti music, since Rev
Honestly Now was an accomplished guitarist, and on a less mind altered day,
I CAN play passable three chord blues. White Castle Radio Live was there to
record this sonic enema and the reaction of the other con goers, as well as
recruit other non-musicians to participate. One such volunteer, known only
as Sam, a gorgeous future follower of Connie sat in and ruined the whole
thing with an angelic voice and ACTUAL TALENT! Damn!

The next several hours were spent in my usual hypo-manic manner bouncing
around the Hotel with the White Castle Radio Live mic recording the thoughts
of the other con attend-ees. I'd walk up to them with this fully bulldada
inspired piece of artwork and ask them:

"Are you intrested in Participating in White Castle Radio Live!"

After a tentative yes, I would then ask:

"What would you like to do for us this evening"

These many, many reactions will certainly fill a nice portion of time in the
final edit of the show. This is some truly GREAT stuff!

Juana kicked off what was billed in a daily fan zine for the event as the
"Subgenius Mushroom Party" at about 8pm. Us subs gathered there with a nice
stream of others coming and going throughout the night. An "Arts and Crafts"
fair was held around 10pm at the party, assuring that eveyone went home with
a piece of swag to hang on the wall of thier excremedatation chamber.

The rest of the night was really kind of a blur. Jumping from party to party
with this strange recording rig getting reactions from all that were asked
to participate, and all those that merely looked on.

It was my intention from the minute I got there Friday to get people to DO
SOMETHING CREATIVE! The plan seems to have worked with resounding sucsess.
From badgering the others at the Rant off to the final hours of wakefulness
on Saturday night in the Smoking suite recording the basis of a NEW
RELIGIOUS PARADIGM invented by some caffiene and hard cider powered younger
folks who have elected the MIGHTY SCROD as thier new HIGH EPOPT.

Sunday morning found me getting up and out the door early unfortunately.
Long ride home with some conspiracy responsibilities waiting for me at the
end of the trip. I'm sure the party continued well into late last night.

On a closing thought, it would be completely reluctant of me to forget the
work that was put into this event by the Rev Jacques Treatmet. HE had the
Rant-off, RFF Radio show and the nightly Cinema Obscura events set up for
us. If it had'nt been for that post he made late last week about having an
idea of FINDING "BOB's" BLUE-PRINT FOR SLACK, that secret society within the
church would not have taken him into captivity!