Thing is, the hotel industry already has detailed dossiers on science fiction conventions; our demographics and habits are perfectly well known and documented in industry publications such as Meeting News. Any hotel manager with an ounce of sense can find out everything they need to know about us in minutes. There's a limit to what any concom can do when hotel management decides to simply be stupid.

I do wonder why Lunacon moved from that wonderful hotel in Rye to the godforsaken Meadowlands. Granted, it did simplify matters by eliminating that uncertain few weeks I often experience in February and early March wondering whether I would actually go to Lunacon this year.