Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Lucy, I'm hooo-ooome!
Yeppers, I'm back from Dragon Con and ready to sleep for a week, but first: LET ME TELL YOU EVERYTHING.
No, no, there is too much. Let me "sum up." You know, in a few thousand words or less. (This is NOT the cosplay photos post, so check back later if you're looking for that!)
First and foremost, I have to say that DC has really stepped up to the plate this year where things like security and potential harassment are concerned. There were "cosplay is not consent" notices and an official policy in the guidebook, and also playing before the panels on the big screens, which was nice to see. There's also a round-the-clock security office on call for reporting any creepers.
The best thing about DC is that, unlike SDCC, it's a convention run by fans for fans, so the press & media (like me!) aren't given any real special privileges. We get a small support room and badges, but there's no line-cutting or reserved seating - nothing to separate us from the masses. The press basically has to experience the con the same way everyone does, waiting in the same lines and wading through all the same crowds - and that is awesome.
One more thing about the con organizers, and then I'll get to the goods: I want to mention something about when Dan Carroll, the media director/guy-in-charge over there, took the press on an informal tour Wednesday night. (When I say "informal," I mean we met at a bar and were greeted with bear hugs. :))
Dan is fantastic: an unpaid volunteer (like everyone else there) who works tirelessly throughout the year to promote the con, corral volunteers, troubleshoot with the venues, and what-have-you, all out of love for the fans. He's probably the sweetest guy you can imagine - literally a former mall Santa Claus - but he also has a fiercely protective spirit. That came out when he told us (as the media) that while we could write whatever we wanted in our coverage - so long as it was honest, of course - that he draws the line at any negative press regarding the fans themselves.
"You start making fun of anyone at this con," Dan said, suddenly serious, "You say something like, 'Look at these loser geeks,' or anything to that effect, and I will pull your badge and ban you and your organization from this con for life."
It was all I could do not to whoop out a loud cheer and high-five him. Seriously.
In addition to DC security, all of the convention hotels had tons of staff on hand checking badges, managing traffic, and generally keeping an eye on things. The hotels have been closed to the public during the con since last year - you need a badge to get in - so that also helps cut down on creepy locals just popping in to gawk.
The DC badge situation is still a mess, sadly, as most con-goers (like my parents) had to wait well over two hours to get the badges they'd pre-registered for, with the line circling an entire city block and doubling back on itself by Friday morning. People paying at the door, though, breezed right through in less than 20 minutes, effectively punishing all the ones who'd done the "right" thing by buying their tickets online. I thought they'd fixed the system last year, but since it's still prone to crashes, I have to go back to recommending you buy your tickets on-site from now on. It costs more at the door, but I don't think the savings is worth the risk of spending multiple hours in the blistering heat while you miss out on panels and fun. Just my two cents, though!
Ok, moving on...
John asked that we attend more panels this year, and I'm glad he did. We saw Adam Savage (of Mythbusters) & Phil Plait (aka "Bad Astronomer") first on Friday, talking about science and cracking jokes, followed by a Star Trek:TNG panel with Micheal Dorn (Worf), John de Lancie (Q), and Marina Sirtis (Troi.)
The Trek panel was uncomfortable from the start, since Marina came out with what I can only assume was a raging case of the grumps. When one of the first fans started out by saying she wanted to be just like her, Marina replied brusquely, "Oh, so you want to be a mean bitch, too?" She later proceeded to interject several squirm-inducing jabs at the South in regards to both gun-control and religion, yelling that she had to have her say even if we didn't like it, and then bluntly asked another fan in a fur suit, "How stupid do you feel in that outfit?" I've seen her on panels before, but she was never this caustic, so I really don't know what was up. Combining this with the last Trek debacle at DC, though (the one with Denise Crosby storming off stage), I think I'm pretty much done with TNG panels for now. I'd just rather see celebs who seem a little happier to be there.
That said, John de Lancie is one of my long-time favorites, and listening to him describe his discovery of the world of bronies was well worth the Marina grump-fest. :D
Our last panel on Friday was our first of three Doctor Who panels. (What can I say? PETER DAVISON IS AWESOME.)
(My dad the photography buff has an extreme zoom lens, which is why John was able to get this shot from over 300 feet away, in the very last row of the auditorium. [I sit in the back to appease the anxiety monster.] TECHNOLOGY! Oh, and if you look closely you'll see that his lanyard reads, "Keep Calm, I'm The Doctor." :D)
Davison is my favorite Doctor, but I'd never seen him in person before. I was thrilled by how charming and engaging he was with the fans, waving and greeting each one before they asked a question, and seeming genuinely pained when time ran out before he could get to everyone in line, begging the moderators for more time. He kept us laughing with stories of arms-up-cows, abusing Adric, and frequently ragging on Colin Baker - but with love, I'm sure. ;) And then of course there's that most world-shaking revelation: Peter Davison hates celery. [mic drop]
Saturday is the busiest and craziest day at DC (imagine over 60,000 of your closest friends coming to visit) so we took it easy on panels and spent the afternoon shopping. I spotted Professor Elemental browsing in the vendor hall, and when I fangirl squealed his name he came right over to us with a cheery, "'Ello!" and chatted for a few minutes. My only regret of DC is that I didn't get to hear most of his concert during the Masquerade, plus I missed getting a photo with him in costume, since there were TONS of you readers there and I was just having too much fun talking to all of you! (Funnily enough he came over and took a picture of my parents, though!)
What's that? You don't know who Professor Elemental is? WELL THEN, here, watch this:
In Artists' Alley I got a bit of a shock when Bruce Whistlecraft - aka Doktor A and one of my favorite artists - surprised me with the very drawing I featured here on Epbot almost exactly a year ago! I was so dumbfounded when he presented it to me that, to my horror, I started to tear up and then began babbling. Bruce is a soft-spoken Brit, and seemed rather bemused by my reaction. John, on the other hand, figured the best thing to do while I was making a fool of myself was capture it all on film:
Saturday night we caught the second Davison panel and then a chunk of the Gonzaroo concert - essentially a mini Wootstock with Paul and Storm, Molly Lewis, Adam Savage, etc, etc.
Sunday was our most hectic day. We started it far too early at a 10AM Buffy panel. See, during my Sabbatical John and I watched the entire series, from start to finish, for the very first time. It was kind of our ritual, watching a few episodes every night, and I think I'll always associate the show with this time - a happy memory. (Well, except for the episode where her mom dies, which may be the single most traumatic piece of entertainment I have ever seen. Ooph.)
Anyway, with the show so fresh in our mind of course we were eager to see the stars, and John in particular was excited to see James Marsters. (I think he may have a little man crush. Heh.)
I'm sure you Buffy fans have heard it all by now, but the best bits for me were Marster's story of taking his daughter trick-or-treating in full Spike vamp makeup - and no one recognizing him - and Nicholas Brendon's hysterically bizarre non sequiturs. He would just drop in statements like, "When you're making love to a 2,000 pound gorilla, it's over when the gorilla says it's over." And then he'd just look at us, deadpan, while we all tried to figure out where THAT came from. It was fantastic, and I have a whole new appreciation for him now. Quirky people are fun.
Next we went to an art panel featuring both Doktor A and Brian Kesinger, another of my favorites who paints amazingness like this:
cosplayed as Jenny Lawson/the Bloggess! (We had a mutual fangirl geek-out on each other. ;))
We ended with one final Doctor Who panel - but this one had both Davison AND Sylvester McCoy, the 7th Doctor. McCoy is a delight, and you'll hear stories of spontaneous hugs and spoon performances where ever he goes. I had an offer from Paul (of Paul & Storm) to introduce me to McCoy, and I'm kind of kicking myself for not taking him up on it. Maybe next year?
We were miles from the stage - even further back than Mark - but here's a picture of the big screen during the best part:
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