Post Con Funk
Or really, it's a post-friends funk, cause honestly, the con wasn't that important to me. I didn't even look at the program guide the entire time. It's still pristine in my bag somewhere, cause I just wasn't feeling the whole waiting-in-line-for-panels thing.
Overall verdict on Comic-Con? It was fun, but only because of who I was with. That is SO not my kind of con. WOW crowded. It was overstimulation city for me, and it's a wonder I'm not more of a wreck than I am. I did enjoy wandering around and seeing people in costume and wandering the vast wilds of the dealer's hall. When I say vast, I mean vast. I think a few of my house could have fit in that place.
And still, out of all that space... ONLY TWO PLACES THAT SOLD DOCTOR WHO STUFF?!?! WTF!
On the other hand, I did get a sonic screwdriver for 13 bucks, which is nearly half of what they were going for when they started selling over here. The fact that the LED torch is also significantly cheaper, we won't talk about that, seeing as I BOUGHT that before it got cheaper.
I was kinda hoping to find the Torchwood audio books, but no dice. They had the books themselves, for $15 a pop - WTF - but not the audio books. I ended up making it through the whole thing making only two purchases: a small stuffed Cthulhu for my mate, and the screwdriver for me. (No longer is my screwdriver tiny and inadequate! There is no way to make that un-dirty!)
It also would have been nice to find more Doctor Who shirts. (Yes, I KNOW I have um.. five, did I say? but I want more.) There was one place with a couple Dalek shirts. Whoopdedoo.
I took a LOT of pictures. There are more than thirty from the first, morning Doctor Who meetup alone. I haven't finished going through them all yet and rotating and cropping as necessary, so it may be a day or two before you all get a big photo dump. I made sure to get the video going right away since that's the most awesome of the digitized memories, but I've only slogged through about a third of the photos.
Wow, I was so ready to get going on the moving thing earlier today, then I just completely, completely crashed. I didn't sleep much at all on the overnight flight (got claustrophobic again, like on the way to London... must be the overnight thing), and I was running on oh... an hour of naps here and there by the time I landed back in... ugh... New York. Almost ready to go back to bed now, in fact.
Right now though, I'm feeling the old hopelessness stealing back in. I cannot let that happen. I haven't got loads of time, and I need to get moving. I have the flying pig. It needs to happen. (I mean, for other things than that, but still.) If I hadn't been so freaking exhausted today, I would have obtained boxes and tape on the way home from the airport, but I could barely see to drive, so... didn't happen.
I got home to realise that I was locked out of the house. I sat in the car disbelieving for a minute, failing to understand how, with all the planning we did, my parents could not leave a key or garage door opener in the car I picked up from the airport. First instinct - cry. Second - call AAA, as that trick has worked twice. Third - wait, it's the MORNING, I can SEE my neighbors are home and awake, and THEY have a key... So I swallowed my pride, marched over there, and obtained a house key, saving some serious time and taking only a small blow to my dignity.
Probably, what I need to do to regain my spirits, which were bolstered by a good hit of friendship and love in CA, is go get a good solid night of sleep. I'm probably just way overexhausted.
It just already feels like it was a million years ago that I was out there. And like it can't possibly be only tomorrow that I go back to work. I wish I knew how the transitional stuff went while I was gone, and what I'm walking into tomorrow. I'm sort of worried in the background about that. Honestly, right now I'm feeling more "oh god, moving", "I hate work", and "so bored and lonely" which is kind of pushing the "oh no, what about transition" to the background.
Good thing, bad thing? Who knows.
Overall verdict on Comic-Con? It was fun, but only because of who I was with. That is SO not my kind of con. WOW crowded. It was overstimulation city for me, and it's a wonder I'm not more of a wreck than I am. I did enjoy wandering around and seeing people in costume and wandering the vast wilds of the dealer's hall. When I say vast, I mean vast. I think a few of my house could have fit in that place.
And still, out of all that space... ONLY TWO PLACES THAT SOLD DOCTOR WHO STUFF?!?! WTF!
On the other hand, I did get a sonic screwdriver for 13 bucks, which is nearly half of what they were going for when they started selling over here. The fact that the LED torch is also significantly cheaper, we won't talk about that, seeing as I BOUGHT that before it got cheaper.
I was kinda hoping to find the Torchwood audio books, but no dice. They had the books themselves, for $15 a pop - WTF - but not the audio books. I ended up making it through the whole thing making only two purchases: a small stuffed Cthulhu for my mate, and the screwdriver for me. (No longer is my screwdriver tiny and inadequate! There is no way to make that un-dirty!)
It also would have been nice to find more Doctor Who shirts. (Yes, I KNOW I have um.. five, did I say? but I want more.) There was one place with a couple Dalek shirts. Whoopdedoo.
I took a LOT of pictures. There are more than thirty from the first, morning Doctor Who meetup alone. I haven't finished going through them all yet and rotating and cropping as necessary, so it may be a day or two before you all get a big photo dump. I made sure to get the video going right away since that's the most awesome of the digitized memories, but I've only slogged through about a third of the photos.
Wow, I was so ready to get going on the moving thing earlier today, then I just completely, completely crashed. I didn't sleep much at all on the overnight flight (got claustrophobic again, like on the way to London... must be the overnight thing), and I was running on oh... an hour of naps here and there by the time I landed back in... ugh... New York. Almost ready to go back to bed now, in fact.
Right now though, I'm feeling the old hopelessness stealing back in. I cannot let that happen. I haven't got loads of time, and I need to get moving. I have the flying pig. It needs to happen. (I mean, for other things than that, but still.) If I hadn't been so freaking exhausted today, I would have obtained boxes and tape on the way home from the airport, but I could barely see to drive, so... didn't happen.
I got home to realise that I was locked out of the house. I sat in the car disbelieving for a minute, failing to understand how, with all the planning we did, my parents could not leave a key or garage door opener in the car I picked up from the airport. First instinct - cry. Second - call AAA, as that trick has worked twice. Third - wait, it's the MORNING, I can SEE my neighbors are home and awake, and THEY have a key... So I swallowed my pride, marched over there, and obtained a house key, saving some serious time and taking only a small blow to my dignity.
Probably, what I need to do to regain my spirits, which were bolstered by a good hit of friendship and love in CA, is go get a good solid night of sleep. I'm probably just way overexhausted.
It just already feels like it was a million years ago that I was out there. And like it can't possibly be only tomorrow that I go back to work. I wish I knew how the transitional stuff went while I was gone, and what I'm walking into tomorrow. I'm sort of worried in the background about that. Honestly, right now I'm feeling more "oh god, moving", "I hate work", and "so bored and lonely" which is kind of pushing the "oh no, what about transition" to the background.
Good thing, bad thing? Who knows.