DragonCon: the 'what I remember' report.

[lyssie]

Lots of stuff...


Friday.
Driving. Discovering that adding 'in your pants' to the end of anything is hilarious. Also decide to stop at Bible Outlets on the way back and ask if they have white sheets.

Get to sister's, find she's dyed her hair black (she was white-blonde, once upon a time).

Brother-in-law demands a viewing of Masters of the Universe. omg.so bad.

THEN SLEEP.

Saturday..
Got up at way too fucking early in the morning. Applied costumes. Well, applied nique's costume, as we needed to stop at a Wal-Mart for supplies on the way. And I refused to go about in public in a spacesuit. Discovered there are no 24-hour Wal-Marts in the Atlanta area, was saddened.

Arrived at the Marta station fairly easily (only one turn-around!), took train. Cue walking, discovering hotel, discovering registration is from the outside (er... kinda dumb), discover two hour wait. Apply MY costume whilst in line. ALSO discover that I have SIGNAL from my phone. Proceed to text musicforcylons (H'obviously, the first choice for incoherent rambling), and then try greycoupon and karma_aster. Two of them made it through. I think.

Also discover that DC is happily screwing people who can only go Saturday and Sunday. They don't sell a S/S 2-day, and they won't sell Sunday on Saturday. Thus, to avoid the interminable wait, you spend an extra 10 bucks and get a three-day. Fuckers. Amusingly, my badge number is 10,000 something. And then they put a Saturday-only badge inside the holder, although the label was for the 3-day (thankfully, someone else was able to use mine on Monday--probably the first con badge I've not bothered to keep). They also have way too few people taking money.

Then! We had wierd communications issues, but finally got karma_aster tracked down just in time to watch the BSG panel. I quite enjoyed it, but then I'm weird. And I've missed actor panels (although, omg, nothing will ever top Robert Llewellyn going on about Kryten's groinal attachments), in a way. And there weren't any stupid questions asked! Although the guy who wanted the NASA dude's qualifications cracked me the fuck up.

Things from the panel which I have already spammed my beloved MFC with:
1. Kate Vernon thinks all of Ellen's fan believe Ellen is a cylon. I didn't have a chance to tell her this is very not so. Although there are, apparently, a larger number of Ellen fans than I'd thought (I thought me and musicforcylons were the only two...)

2. Someone mocked Tahmoh (Helo) for wearing his baseball cap, saying he looked like a prize fighter, and Richard Hatch was his manager during a press conference for the big boxing match. So, Tahmoh jumps up, starts gesturing, and Aaron Douglas (Chief) gets up, too. They stand facing each other, as guys do, with the big gestures and the "we are going to fight" thing, and the shouting. Then Aaron knocked Tahmoh's hat off, and so Tahmoh bent down, grabbed Aaron around the knees and hoisted him into the air. Once back down, Aaron informed the audience that he'd banged his 'wang' on Tahmoh's shoulder. And a whole cadre of rpslash was born...

3. Tahmoh mocked Aaron, telling him Cally was a cylon. To which Aaron replied, "Why did you have to say that?" and proceeded to hit his head on the table (RL headdesking!)

4. No one at the BSG panel asked what they thought of fanfiction.

5. No questions about Kara/Lee, who was sleeping with whom, or whatever. Most were about technical acting kind of things and, "What's your favorite scene?" (reply: er....)

6. Someone dared James Callis (Baltar) to dish on Tricia Helfer. He turned and consulted with Aaron and then replied, "I have no stories of that nature." HAHAH. Boy is scared of Six, obviously. ;)

Actually, two people tried to get JC to dish and he didn't.

From there, it was to lunch with greycoupon, wisteria_, trinnifer and one or two others I'm blanking on. Random conversation, then they bounced off for parts unknown.

And I got a phone call from the long-suffering musicforcylons, whom I thought was my sister at first, then in the middle of our conversation, the PHONE DIED. I swear. I also swore at it. My exact words were, "You stupid little bitch! Give her back!" iirc.

We ran into a mitai! And there was hugging and then we split again. Sadly.

I should note right now that I'd so far had several people ask to take my photo. This was kinda surprising, as I'm usually the ignored one during costume things.

We hit the SG panel, which was also good. And we learned that Cliff Simon (Ba'al) doesn't approve of slash. Yes. Someone was STUPID enough to ask the "what do you think of fanfiction" question. Srsly, people, don't ask shit like that. Torri and Rachel were cute as hell, and I just wanted to take them home with me (and not just for molestation, damnit). Kavan (Lorne!) says Lorne is All About the Love, and Claire Rankin (Dr. Heightmeyer) wants to have a sex scene with Lorne (and the fic shall commence, ya?). Don S. Davis? DIRTY OLD MAN. omg.

Ran into howlingmoon, and gleed randomly and chatted a bit.

...er, more happened. and conversation. Then karma_aster dragged us back to her hotel to hit the hot tub. omgyay. Some idiot asked us if there was a costume party going on.

Er. There was a nap. And more conversation. And dinner, iirc. Then there was an attempt to go to a Ghost in the Shell panel after saying g'night to Ryuu.

OMG. WORST PANEL EVER. The people on it knew shit, their equipment was faulty (note to panelists: if you're going to show a DVD, MAKE SURE YOU HAVE EQUIPMENT. Or, y'know, let the CON STAFF know you're going to need it in ADVANCE. Idiots), and the people asking questions were so fucking stupid. Seriously. nique and I could have run a better panel. And when there was going to be at LEAST an half hour delay until the showing of the third GitS movie, we booked it.

We had to get back to the train, anyway.

And then we talked to some guys on the train platform and then on the train. And then drove back and went to bed, omg.

Sunday.
Got up later, sat around and chatted with my sister 9still being all weirded out by her HAIR, man). Eventually wandered to the con (Ryuu called, and reminded us we could go). Chatted with the Farscape booth people.

Went to the SG panel, where Don Davis was again a dirty old man, and Torri obviously wanted to be sitting down with Rachel and Claire. At the end, they gave them the signed poster and Don Davis got all choked up. Heh. Also, Kavan likes dark blue.

My tolerance for people got lower and lower. There was some idiot in a pin-striped suit at one point, who wouldn't walk fast enough. I had to resist the urge to snap, "Get this fucking walking carpet out of my way."

Greycoupon and I sat about mocking random people and being sad that we can not wank the A/S list. Or the S/J list, for that matter. I invoked Jaka, of course.

There were random photos taken, and I got some autographs (Nate, my sister's husband of four years [ZOMG. FOUR YEARS] wanted Chewbacca's).

Eventually, we said g'bye, 'cause, well, sleepy and cranky and there was driving to do the next day.

Got back, sat around and did random shit at my sister's, then they got back from in-laws (we were too tired to attempt that), and we ended up watching Boondock Saints before bed.

Monday.
Driving. Lots and lots of DRIVING.

the end.

Comments

[musicforcylons.livejournal.com]

Masters of the Universe. omg.so bad.

You mean, like, that late-eighties, possibly early-nineties movie that was live action, made no sense and I kept expecting to be about something else and there was a random scene in a clothing store movie?

And I refused to go about in public in a spacesuit

I DARE YOU! Tigh would!

1. Kate Vernon thinks all of Ellen's fan believe Ellen is a cylon. I didn't have a chance to tell her this is very not so.

It's so much more interesting if she isn't! Perhaps a letter is in order...

And a whole cadre of rpslash was born...

And poor Tahmoh was possibly traumatized. Chief-cooties!

And now I go pretend to clean my house and prepare for the wake by buying... *checks list* Er, Miller Lite and Killian's, woo-hoo.

[lyssie.livejournal.com]

Yah. The one that had Tom Paris in it.

Tigh is a drunken ass. ;)

A letter would be keen. I should, too.

I wouldn't mind Chief cooties. *innocent*

*snugs* G'luck.