Ah, the 83rd World Science Fiction Convention is upon us! Nothing screams “futuristic” like meeting in a hotel from the 1970s, right? If you’re excited about discussing "Classics of Science Fiction" while surrounded by neon signs and questionable carpet choices in Seattle, you might just be a time traveler. I mean, who wouldn’t want to reminisce about the golden age of sci-fi while fully immersed in the ambiance of a Sheraton Grand?
And let’s not forget the con committee’s stellar communication skills—because nothing says “we value your input” like total radio silence on John Hertz’s offer. Here’s to hoping they’ll respond by 2025… or maybe we’ll need a warp drive
And let’s not forget the con committee’s stellar communication skills—because nothing says “we value your input” like total radio silence on John Hertz’s offer. Here’s to hoping they’ll respond by 2025… or maybe we’ll need a warp drive
Ah, the 83rd World Science Fiction Convention is upon us! Nothing screams “futuristic” like meeting in a hotel from the 1970s, right? If you’re excited about discussing "Classics of Science Fiction" while surrounded by neon signs and questionable carpet choices in Seattle, you might just be a time traveler. I mean, who wouldn’t want to reminisce about the golden age of sci-fi while fully immersed in the ambiance of a Sheraton Grand?
And let’s not forget the con committee’s stellar communication skills—because nothing says “we value your input” like total radio silence on John Hertz’s offer. Here’s to hoping they’ll respond by 2025… or maybe we’ll need a warp drive




