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THIRD ANNUAL CAMPBELL SMACKDOWN
Jun. 2nd, 2006 07:56 am(I'm sorry, it just has to be in all-caps. And it's better if you can imagine it in a Don Pardo voice, too.)
I wasn't going to post anything about this (because my dignity, like a cat's, is infinitely fragile and precious), but there are men across the street with earth-moving equipment that beeps when it backs up, and one of the really interesting conversations I was in at WisCon was about the intersection between sf prodom and sf fandom and how that's not being documented because there's no model for how to do so.
So let's document.
iirc, the Campbell Smackdown is all Jay's fault.
In brief: all the Campbell nominees who happen to attend WisCon (it was three the first year, two each year thereafter) participate in a contest of inspired silliness. It seems to be settling on Sunday post-lunchtime as zero hour.
The FIRST ANNUAL CAMPBELL SMACKDOWN was at WisCon 28; duellists were![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jaylake, davidlevine, and a third party whom I regret to say I do not remember Tim Pratt (thanks, Jay!). The weapon of choice was boffer sticks (if I've got that term right). David won. The Campbell later went to Jay.
The SECOND ANNUAL CAMPBELL SMACKDOWN was at WisCon 29; duellists werematociquala and David Moles. Seconds were me (Bear) and David Schwartz (Moles). The weapon of choice was cream pies. Both duellists chose to pie the referee, Ben Rosenbaum, instead--which was only fair, since the cream pies had been HIS choice, substituted at the last moment for silly string. The Campbell later went to Bear.
The THIRD ANNUAL CAMPBELL SMACKDOWN was at WisCon 30 this past weekend; duellists were John Scalzi and myself. The weapon of choice was a pillowcase sack race. We tied.
sosostris2012 took pictures.
1. at the starting line
2. nearing the finish line (notice John hopping up and down waiting for me)
3. the photo-finish (I regret also to say that I do not know the name of our lovely and talented referee [ETA:docdad2], although John's wife Christine was our starter)
4. post-race, my true demonic nature is revealed (and, yes, I'm on the floor because I managed to injure myself--home diagnosis came up with a mild sprain to my right big toe; it only hurt for a couple days and is now nothing but some fading bruises to remind me of past glory)
And now we fold our hands and wait for the Campbell results.
Anything to add? Please comment!
I wasn't going to post anything about this (because my dignity, like a cat's, is infinitely fragile and precious), but there are men across the street with earth-moving equipment that beeps when it backs up, and one of the really interesting conversations I was in at WisCon was about the intersection between sf prodom and sf fandom and how that's not being documented because there's no model for how to do so.
So let's document.
iirc, the Campbell Smackdown is all Jay's fault.
In brief: all the Campbell nominees who happen to attend WisCon (it was three the first year, two each year thereafter) participate in a contest of inspired silliness. It seems to be settling on Sunday post-lunchtime as zero hour.
The FIRST ANNUAL CAMPBELL SMACKDOWN was at WisCon 28; duellists were
jaylake, davidlevine, and The SECOND ANNUAL CAMPBELL SMACKDOWN was at WisCon 29; duellists were
matociquala and David Moles. Seconds were me (Bear) and David Schwartz (Moles). The weapon of choice was cream pies. Both duellists chose to pie the referee, Ben Rosenbaum, instead--which was only fair, since the cream pies had been HIS choice, substituted at the last moment for silly string. The Campbell later went to Bear.The THIRD ANNUAL CAMPBELL SMACKDOWN was at WisCon 30 this past weekend; duellists were John Scalzi and myself. The weapon of choice was a pillowcase sack race. We tied.
sosostris2012 took pictures.1. at the starting line
2. nearing the finish line (notice John hopping up and down waiting for me)
3. the photo-finish (I regret also to say that I do not know the name of our lovely and talented referee [ETA:
docdad2], although John's wife Christine was our starter)4. post-race, my true demonic nature is revealed (and, yes, I'm on the floor because I managed to injure myself--home diagnosis came up with a mild sprain to my right big toe; it only hurt for a couple days and is now nothing but some fading bruises to remind me of past glory)
And now we fold our hands and wait for the Campbell results.
Anything to add? Please comment!
