So now it's on to my first planned panel and...ooh free t-shirts and all they want is my blood, and I have an hour to kill, OK I'm sold. Signed up for the blood drive and waited my turn, answered all the fun questions, and they took a pint from me, my good deed for the con and I got my free T (yeah I'm easy). After the blood drain I quickly recovered (OK I ignored my wooziness) and shuffled off to Torchwood Cardiff to see stars from my current favorite show Torchwood. The panel was in the Grand ballroom I was running a bit late (darn blood suckers) I didn't miss much, and was on hand for the gifting of the hat to Gareth David-Lloyd and his classic line about his sitting issue, where he said "I don't want to see 'Barrowman's Bitch has a sore ass' posted all over the internet" (Oops, sorry Gareth I couldn't resist it's such a great line). Sadly Friday night's late night activities had me miss Saturday morning's next gathering with James Marsters and I had to keep telling myself not to spend the $150 for the intimate (OK 60 people) dinner with both of them.
Other highlights of Friday were the Abney Park concert followed by the Voltaire concert, Abney Park's music convinced me to pick up all their CDs and Voltaire was great too even without his band. Tried to visit open filking afterward but they were deserted, true it was 3AM but I heard that there was sparse attendance through out even for the one I caught the next night. It has a lot to do with the last minute preparations/director appointments and some hurt feelings that has been discussed elsewhere.
Saturday's highlights consisted of the parade which I watched and got some shots and video of (don't think that I would have made the march in myu hot costume, but bless the brave souls that did), the Great Luke Ski's performance on the concourse the Firefly panel with Nathan Fillon, Gina Torres, Alan Tudyk, and Morena Baccarin and finally a panel on Gay Themes in the Whoniverse. I was spared the multi hour Firefly line by escourting my lady sailgersor on the disability line (sometimes being chair bound does have advantages, back a couple of years ago it got me when I was laid up to the head of Neil Gaiman's signature line at a Balticon). Not so lucky for the panel since Gay Themes in the Whoniverse seemed to overflow the room. I did get to see and hear some great insights though about progressive sexuality as brought in by Russell T Davis and company. We also did the Firefly Shindig for awhile as well before transitioning to the filk room. At the close of the night I got to participate in the open filking after much prodding since there weren't too many filkers (most were up at Luke Ski's concert)in the room and we were being occasionally invaded by drunken party folks, some of which while being new and drunk actually contributed before stumbling off into the dark night. By my participation I mean not just sitting around and listening as I often (*cough* always *cough*) do, I actually pulled up part of a song I was working on from memory (or lack there of) probably better than what I had written down and of course I didn't record it, at the prodding of the filk tracks second in command with many assurances that my voice wouldn't make the folks in the room permanently deaf, or bleed from their ears, and that I could carry a tune. Filk was still in the Inman room, daycare was fortunately not, and due to the pain it went through this year, was woefully under attended unlike years past, well there's always next year.
On Sunday my lack of sync with real time cost me getting into the Neil Gaiman panel same room as the previous nights overflowing panel on the Whoverse in the Brit Track so I lined up in the killer line for "Wibbly Wobbly, Timey Whimey: Doctor Who New Series" panel which mercifully was moved to a ballroom when they figured it out that way more folks were coming to Brit track panels (well at least Dr. Who, Torchwood theamed ones) then the room could hold. Hit the Pirate party late Sunday amazed that I was still able to stand since the demon line had caught me earlier that day when I went to get books signed for my daughter by Tamora Pierce, I figured how popular could she be, after all it's not like it was Harry Potter or anything. Three hours on that line proved me to be naive, my daughter now owes me big time, I'll fully enforce the guilt tax when the time is right (Bwahahahah).
I had quite a few surprises of folks actually recognizing me this year I forgone the face painting that I normally get from marrus (I did however buy one of her great prints), which was always top notch and amazing, just delicate, even though I managed to surprise her by keeping it alive for a day or 2 with touch ups, and tried some variations from elizebethjoy and her work at Crimson Art Henna for durability, tried her glue and sparkles method first and had her copy a dragon on my face that my daughter drew for me, worked out well survived most of my poking, and didn't leave a cool imprint on my white hotel pillows, but the next morning I still manage to mangle it. So realizing that I had the late shift for the next couple of weeks which means working from home I went with Henna and a flame design on my face and that's what stayed with me even after the main henna came off the stain continued to impress, even the stewardesses on my flight home. Great work, now if only I can get both durability and color, no folks my job precludes a permanent tattoo, besides henna and face painting totally relaxes me, as both marrus and elizebethjoy can attest it trances me out totally, ah well who knows what the future holds.
Monday turned out to be more of a check out places in Atlanta that I've never been thanks to a friend I met at Frolicon, Miss Hawkins, she showed us little 5 corners, with the cool shops and eateries. Her generosity even got us to the airport on Tuesday for our return flight. No major hassles on the way back but still couldn't avail myself of Airtran's check in machines so I still had to approach the desk.
Still the convention was huge (even more so than previous years) and I missed making connections with online buddies and others who I met at smaller cons like ydnic, and y2kdragon, Terri and others my apologies go out to, hopefully we'll be able to pull stuff together in the future. I'll have to get a bit better with the whole "planning" thing. My friend Jen's cell had died during the con but she gave me her post mortum, final verdict from her first time was: she's putting away money for next year and coming in on Wednesday, so we've hooked another one.
Well back to the surreal mundane world of work. My lady sailgersor has expressed keen interest in doing World-Con next year but all is not lost my daughter wants to test the Dragon*Con waters with a friend of hers so, it'll be my college graduation gift to her a drive down with Dad to Atlanta (and immediately set her loose since she wants to be incognito from parental unit). Started saving now as well for 2 killer trips next year. May have to skip my May conventions to do it.
Now is time to pour over the photos and see what can be saved from the vibrating camera of doom.