At Comic Con, line stands in you
Jul. 20th, 2005 11:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zdashamberMonday, my legs are like, "So, when's it coming? When are you going to get to today's full-speed miles-long stride while dodging through 50,000 people and schlepping 20 pounds of books? Because we're totally ready for you now! Hey! Hey!"
Went down Wednesday to the San Diego Comic Con with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aiyume, his sweetie Kathleen, and Silent E. We were staying at E's parents's house, with kit_kindred and matociquala. Alas, I'd forgotten that E's parents's house is more like an hour away from the con than 40 minutes. Still, extremely cushy floor. In honestly, the best floor I've ever slept on. Such good sleep.
Thursday, I think the highlight was getting Roman Dirge to sign something forcorwin77. God damn that man is hot. Hot. Here, I'll toss up a photo behind the cut.
He's nice, too. The girl behind me in the (short!) line was asking me if he signed stuff to people, so I asked him... Smiling, "Does anyone not sign stuff to people?" he asks. "I don't know; I don't meet a lot of famous people," sez I, grinning. "Oh, I'm hardly famous... I'm maybe on the lowest rung of fame..." I could hardly argue since I hadn't heard of him before Sean asked for him (thanks, Sean!), but I said something admiring about how he was actually making a living as an artist and let the line move on.
That evening was the Mirrormask party Neil Gaiman mentioned on his blog. Alas, it offered paltry edification and paltry food. The fellowship of us geeks waiting for it to open was entertaining, though, and someone had left a length of cord on our table, so E and I amused ourselves trying to do cat's cradle, which she remembered far better than I. Also, we snuck through the bowels of the hotel as we made our escape, dodging the crush of people around the elevators that were the only way down to the street level. It was very "Ariel".
Friday I scored a Guy Fawkes mask from the V for Vendetta coming-movie panel, which I alas did not see as we arrived late. I found one extra, but it went to Kindred. I also gave blood, since it's about the semi-annual time for it, and at Comic-Con they reward you with swag. I expected to be drunkish and faint as is usual afterwards, but apparently I'd had massive enough amounts of water, or maybe it was the pre-draining Powerbar... Upshot, I barely noticed effects. Sweet.
Saturday was the day of standing in lines, but it was. topped. by. Seeing. "Serenity". That. Night EEEEEEE!!!
Eeeeee! Hee hee hee. I can't wait for all you to see it so I can talk about it. I liked it. I thought it was as good as a good episode of the show. What with Joss's cracking wit, it was packed with the sorts of oneliners that made "Star Wars" great... But it was better than Star Wars. And there were some really excellent invocations of atmosphere, and it encouraged the mind to engage to figure out the mystery of River and so forth. Not going to say more.
Anyway, so Kindred had a friend who tipped him off Friday that the Browncoats booth was going to have tickets for a screening Saturday night. We planned. We got up at the crack of dawn, made the con before the show floor opened, got a good place in line to be let in early, skittered for the Browncoats booth like pucks on an air hockey table, acquired line #2 at position ~12, got place-in-line tickets so the line could dissolve while they waited for the Studio guy to show up with the real tickets... Figured, why stop waiting? Got back in line half an hour later and got real honest-to-god tickets to see the movie that night. God it was good. After missing every previous screening... Finally, the blessing of "Serenity" fell not to just luck, but to strategy and determination.
Anyway. Went to stand in line forwhumpdotcom and cynthia1960. When it came to English autographs poor Masami Tsuda was in way over her head. Very very slow business. For a while it was said that she'd not sign books, only cards... Fortunately that changed before we made it up to her. I carefully wrote out their names on paper I had, just in case a clear reference was all that was needed, but alas, it could not be. She accepted their sweet note with a smile, though.
We encountered Kindred and Sarah and Ian en route to lunch, but abandoned them in favor of the Serenity panel; we knew there would be a line to get into the hall it was held it. There were also lines for getting food at the Ralph's supermarket. It was a very Soviet day.
aiyume is a mensch; he claimed spot #1 in the line to get into "Serenity", at 2 or 3 that afternoon. Kindred later relieved him. Mad props.
Sunday we cut short, but we stopped at a shop in downtown to pick up a host gift for E's parents; finally found something they'd like, I think. Check it: salt lamps, like the dark crystal, except apparently with ionotropic powers of healing (heh. pretty rock). E's dad likes rocks just as I do. A sweet dad selling the lamps, with his 9ish-year-old daughter leaping over him to fill in all the information about them...
On the drive back, we listened to the Barenaked Ladies concert that made "best concert of last year" for me. I think I really like BNL. I must go buy all of their albums.
Went down Wednesday to the San Diego Comic Con with
aiyume, his sweetie Kathleen, and Silent E. We were staying at E's parents's house, with kit_kindred and matociquala. Alas, I'd forgotten that E's parents's house is more like an hour away from the con than 40 minutes. Still, extremely cushy floor. In honestly, the best floor I've ever slept on. Such good sleep.Thursday, I think the highlight was getting Roman Dirge to sign something for
corwin77. God damn that man is hot. Hot. Here, I'll toss up a photo behind the cut. He's nice, too. The girl behind me in the (short!) line was asking me if he signed stuff to people, so I asked him... Smiling, "Does anyone not sign stuff to people?" he asks. "I don't know; I don't meet a lot of famous people," sez I, grinning. "Oh, I'm hardly famous... I'm maybe on the lowest rung of fame..." I could hardly argue since I hadn't heard of him before Sean asked for him (thanks, Sean!), but I said something admiring about how he was actually making a living as an artist and let the line move on.
That evening was the Mirrormask party Neil Gaiman mentioned on his blog. Alas, it offered paltry edification and paltry food. The fellowship of us geeks waiting for it to open was entertaining, though, and someone had left a length of cord on our table, so E and I amused ourselves trying to do cat's cradle, which she remembered far better than I. Also, we snuck through the bowels of the hotel as we made our escape, dodging the crush of people around the elevators that were the only way down to the street level. It was very "Ariel".
Friday I scored a Guy Fawkes mask from the V for Vendetta coming-movie panel, which I alas did not see as we arrived late. I found one extra, but it went to Kindred. I also gave blood, since it's about the semi-annual time for it, and at Comic-Con they reward you with swag. I expected to be drunkish and faint as is usual afterwards, but apparently I'd had massive enough amounts of water, or maybe it was the pre-draining Powerbar... Upshot, I barely noticed effects. Sweet.
Saturday was the day of standing in lines, but it was. topped. by. Seeing. "Serenity". That. Night EEEEEEE!!!
Eeeeee! Hee hee hee. I can't wait for all you to see it so I can talk about it. I liked it. I thought it was as good as a good episode of the show. What with Joss's cracking wit, it was packed with the sorts of oneliners that made "Star Wars" great... But it was better than Star Wars. And there were some really excellent invocations of atmosphere, and it encouraged the mind to engage to figure out the mystery of River and so forth. Not going to say more.
Anyway, so Kindred had a friend who tipped him off Friday that the Browncoats booth was going to have tickets for a screening Saturday night. We planned. We got up at the crack of dawn, made the con before the show floor opened, got a good place in line to be let in early, skittered for the Browncoats booth like pucks on an air hockey table, acquired line #2 at position ~12, got place-in-line tickets so the line could dissolve while they waited for the Studio guy to show up with the real tickets... Figured, why stop waiting? Got back in line half an hour later and got real honest-to-god tickets to see the movie that night. God it was good. After missing every previous screening... Finally, the blessing of "Serenity" fell not to just luck, but to strategy and determination.
Anyway. Went to stand in line for
whumpdotcom and cynthia1960. When it came to English autographs poor Masami Tsuda was in way over her head. Very very slow business. For a while it was said that she'd not sign books, only cards... Fortunately that changed before we made it up to her. I carefully wrote out their names on paper I had, just in case a clear reference was all that was needed, but alas, it could not be. She accepted their sweet note with a smile, though.We encountered Kindred and Sarah and Ian en route to lunch, but abandoned them in favor of the Serenity panel; we knew there would be a line to get into the hall it was held it. There were also lines for getting food at the Ralph's supermarket. It was a very Soviet day.
aiyume is a mensch; he claimed spot #1 in the line to get into "Serenity", at 2 or 3 that afternoon. Kindred later relieved him. Mad props.Sunday we cut short, but we stopped at a shop in downtown to pick up a host gift for E's parents; finally found something they'd like, I think. Check it: salt lamps, like the dark crystal, except apparently with ionotropic powers of healing (heh. pretty rock). E's dad likes rocks just as I do. A sweet dad selling the lamps, with his 9ish-year-old daughter leaping over him to fill in all the information about them...
On the drive back, we listened to the Barenaked Ladies concert that made "best concert of last year" for me. I think I really like BNL. I must go buy all of their albums.