Toastmastering. That's a word, right?
I've toastmastered twice now. Both times as a stand in for the esteemed Ed Bryant. The first time was a few years ago. I got 24 hours notice and was asked to introduce John Ringo. As it turned out we had a lot in common. We both served in the Army. His hometown of East Ridge, Tennessee, bumped up against my hometown of Chattanooga. We like the color mauve and long walks on the beach too. It was pretty cool, although I was pretty nervous.
Then last month, 22 hours before opening ceremonies of TusCon 38, I was asked yet again the toastmaster. On this occasion it was to be for Patricia Briggs. She's pretty famous, although I hadn't read any of her work. And the convention committee wanted me to be funny and professional and spontaneous and entertaining, with me not knowing hardly anything about her.After all, they gave me 22 hours, right?
So I did what anyone would do. I created a musical bumper and read her a love poem. It wentsomething exactly like this.
Play Bumper first ---
Then read poem as if you are a complete and adoring idiot.
I've toastmastered twice now. Both times as a stand in for the esteemed Ed Bryant. The first time was a few years ago. I got 24 hours notice and was asked to introduce John Ringo. As it turned out we had a lot in common. We both served in the Army. His hometown of East Ridge, Tennessee, bumped up against my hometown of Chattanooga. We like the color mauve and long walks on the beach too. It was pretty cool, although I was pretty nervous.
Then last month, 22 hours before opening ceremonies of TusCon 38, I was asked yet again the toastmaster. On this occasion it was to be for Patricia Briggs. She's pretty famous, although I hadn't read any of her work. And the convention committee wanted me to be funny and professional and spontaneous and entertaining, with me not knowing hardly anything about her.After all, they gave me 22 hours, right?
So I did what anyone would do. I created a musical bumper and read her a love poem. It went
Play Bumper first ---
Then read poem as if you are a complete and adoring idiot.
Ode to Patricia—
Oh Patricia, Oh dear Patricia,
I think of you in the night.
When it’s dark.
And it’s night.
In the black dark.
When it’s dark.
And it’s night.
In the black dark.
I dream about being a monster in one of your books.
They are hot.
And have sex.
And have sex.
Oh Patricia.
Oh dear Patricia.
Make me a monster.
In the Night.
In the Dark.
Oh dear Patricia.
Make me a monster.
In the Night.
In the Dark.
In the black dark of your awesome nasty monster sex books.
It brought the house down. There was a lot more after this, but I'll demure to other folks. Needless to say it was a success. I was a lot less nervous this time. Everyone was gracious. I might have goofed a little, but hey. I'm still a beginner. Not at all as good as Ed Bryant or Jeff Strand.
Thanks to the TusCon Convention committee for having faith in me. You know I'll be there for you again if you need me.
(Note that the music sample was from the Black Eyed Peas - Pump - and is sampled by Fair Use. If you like the song, I recommend going to your favorite music store and buying it.)
It brought the house down. There was a lot more after this, but I'll demure to other folks. Needless to say it was a success. I was a lot less nervous this time. Everyone was gracious. I might have goofed a little, but hey. I'm still a beginner. Not at all as good as Ed Bryant or Jeff Strand.
Thanks to the TusCon Convention committee for having faith in me. You know I'll be there for you again if you need me.
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| From Left to Right: Marsheilla Rockwell, me, Gini Koch and Patricia Briggs |
(Note that the music sample was from the Black Eyed Peas - Pump - and is sampled by Fair Use. If you like the song, I recommend going to your favorite music store and buying it.)
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