Alas! It looks as if I will not be going to Vividcon after all; three conventions is a bit much on my family's budget, especially all in a row. (Comicon, then my parents are going to Worldcon, plus my dad's doing a book tour...) Still, there's next year, when one can hope we'll be rolling in money due to the vast success of the book. Rolling, I tell you.
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Hot motherfucking damn.
....I'm going to have to get up at, like, 6 AM to get into this, aren't I.
You know, since I'm mentioning Heroes again, I might as well ramble a bit about it. It's weird--I'm so completely into Doctor Who right now that Heroes feels like a foreign entity, something that isn't really connected to me any more, which is almost certainly due to there being no new episodes of Heroes compared to there being eleventy million new (well, to me, anyway) episodes of Doctor Who, but it's still very, very weird. I'm not reading Heroes fic at all any more--even if I see a rec, I just shrug and ignore it. (Whereas I'm devouring Doctor Who recs as if they were delicious pancakes, of course.) And yet, I still wear my helix-symbol necklace every day (shut up), and it's not like I don't like the show any more. It just...isn't a priority, right now.
And then I watch the Sawatte! Kawatte! vid again and something deep down in my heart flails a bit and I realize that, oh yes, it's still there. It's just lurking. Waiting for its chance to strike. And--if all goes well--on July 22nd, it'll finally get its chance.
...*wonders if she can finish the majority of Doctor Who by then*
(Speaking of Doctor Who: hey, I just noticed something. This week's episode, apparently, will be the 200th episode of the series.
...I'm sure they're not going to do anything big at all.)
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| i also bought a muffin, but i don't think any of you care about that, and rightfully so |
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| all things joss whedon, apparently i really like the master, comicon, courtney crumrin, doctor who, emerald city comicon, i like actors, i like comics, i like toys, torchwood, wondermark, yes i am really very odd |
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Hey, ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) selenak! I saw Julie Be-enz, I saw Julie Be-enz!
...very briefly, because I didn't have enough money for an autograph and she didn't look very happy to be there anyway, but I still saw her.
Yes, I was at Emerald City Comicon, and I didn't actually do much there besides briefly see Julie Benz and grab a few books (the new Courtney Crumrin collection--damn, they certainly took their time with that one--and a couple Wondermark books; Malki! himself was there, and he was very sweet and self-effacing) and a Master action figure--ahahah, it is horrible, and it only comes with the laser screwdriver, but I had to get it. Alas, I didn't have enough money to get Jack (in his Empty Child attire) or the Weeping Angel, and I would've liked to get K-9, but he only came with a Rose I already had...when are they going to make a Donna figure? They need to make a Donna figure. And a Sarah Jane figure. And a Jack figure in something other than his Empty Child attire, although I suppose that would be a Torchwood figure.
You know, I'm far too interested in things that I never use for anything other than decorative purposes. I know that other people have it far worse--I confine my madness to Doctor Who, for the most part--but it's still a bit odd to realize that I've just spent $50 on action figures. (Not today. Today was only $12. Last year at Comicon proper, however...)
I am not going to put my Ten and Master figures in a compromising position. I am not. That would be crude. But if I did, Martha, Rose, and the TARDIS would get to watch. It's only fair.
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RAMBLE TIME.
I keep having these moments where, say, I'll be making lunch, and it will suddenly occur to me: in five months, I'll be doing this with food I paid for myself, or I read a fic that mentions a routine of a morning run, and I think: in five months, I'll have access to a fitness center I can use any damn time I want, or I look at an action figure in my room, and I decide: in five months, I'm going to take that with me, because it's cool and I want to have a tangible representation of who I am, and it's getting to the point where this is a near-constant buzz under my skin: Savannah, Savannah, sun and mid-day classes and East Coast TV feeds and auditioning for plays that PAY and more people with dyed hair than you could shake a stick at. Five months. Two months--less than, now--until I graduate, and then (less than) three months until I hop a cross-country plane and move in in a state I've been to once, a state where I don't know anybody (except the endless hordes of other people's relatives who, as they have been telling me, apparently live there, not that I would care, because I don't know them), a state where my mom says she's going to get me my own credit card, a state where I'll have to fill in an absentee ballot in November because my vote belongs here, dammit, a state where it won't be cold when you step outside at night, a state where it will not snow four inches in April, WTF. (It's mostly melting now.)
I can feel the slightest little bits of panic starting to creep in around the edges; none of my RL friends will be there, I won't be able to talk to my journalism teacher about Torchwood and Doctor Who, I won't be--in applied production any more, fuck, I'm actually crying now. My life is going to change. Sure, I'll keep in touch, there's email and I'm going to come back and see at least the spring show next year, drop by some old classes during my (rather long) winter break, but I won't be here. No more Lynnwood High School, no more Little Theatre, no more inexplicable ostrich in the long, fenced-up yard next to the school (there's a llama too, and a goat, and a donkey; nobody knows for sure why), no more sweet Jesus it's hailing again, I swear to God, the weather here is desperately trying to get in as much as possible before I abandon it for muggy heat in Georgia. Thunder, too. I like the sound of thunder, and, it occurs to me, I like being able to watch and listen to extreme weather from the comfort of a house; snow, windstorms, truly epic rain, what-have-you. Savannah gets rain, doesn't it? Sometimes?
Everything's going to change. Well, maybe 75%. I am pretty sure you lot will remain about the same, which is, believe me, a comfort. No matter where I go, the gay sex people will always be there! ...that's Doris Egan's phrase, not mine. No, seriously. She used it once in a Comicon panel I had the luck of going to. Although actually she ascribed it to one of her fellow writers on Smallville. The point is, life is weird, but kind of awesome, and so are you guys. Hugs all around, y'all.
...and I'm going to have to actually get a job there at some point, ye gods...
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OKAY.
Heroes stuff first, because there are exactly two people here who care about the Doctor Who stuff, and one of them has already seen almost all of it. So! Behind a cut, because it's huge and informative. There are vague season two spoilers for Heroes, but they'll be at the very bottom (even below the Doctor Who stuff), so they are easily avoided. Although, dude, they're pretty vague. Anyway.
It occurs to me that this was not so much a Comicon report as a Heroes report. So here is the rest of it, conveniently summarized: the fourth season of Stargate: Atlantis looks very good (if a bit dubiously new-love-interest-whose-only-purpose-is-t o-be-a-love-interest ish; also, wtf pregnant); food is good; Swing is good; 125,000 people is quite a lot of people and I'm pretty much just making that number up, it is probably HIGHER; convention masquerades are always very interesting and amazing but I can never remember anything from them other than the tendency of the audience to chant interesting things; god dammit people I paid money for my Vote Petrelli button, it is not fair that the Heroes booth was handing them out like delicious candy, but I'm complaining less because that means I got another one; I am amazed that quite a lot of people seem to heart Dexter also; in a pinch, the edge of a pointy card will work as a screwdriver, but not always; when you're standing in line next to the virtually-naked guy in the 300 costume (with lots of blood and rather impressive arrows sticking out of him), you will end up in the background of a lot of pictures; this is also true for standing in line next to the guy dressed as a blind Greedo wearing a sign saying WILL SHOOT FIRST FOR FOOD and holding a little mug for coins (I gave him all my quarters, and cursed myself for doing so later, because it meant I was exactly five cents short for food); this is a very long sentence. IT'S LATE, GOODNIGHT, WILL TALK MORE TOMORROW IF NECESSARY. *falls over*
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