Please don't ever make me leave
I am at CONvergence, and have officially popped my convention cherry.
Oh. My. God. Don't make me go back.
Please don't make me go back. Everyone is so nice. Everyone is so awesome. I haven't talked to a lot of people outside the fan-fucking-tastic panel discussions, but I just feel so welcome here. Even in the middle of the anime fans and the steampunkers and the gamers, I feel like I *belong.* Everyone's just so happy to be here and be understood and be having fun as themselves, unrestrained. There's so much free-flowing creativity I almost can't stand it, it's so beautiful. I'm learning fascinating stuff about comics history and watching amazing films I never knew existed and singing along to Dr. Horrible and the Potter Puppets and the Captain Picard remix and bidding on sweet auction items and poking through the art show and discussing the future of fanfiction and buying a Kira action figure and posing it making out with my Odo action figure (OMG THAT MAKES ME SO GODDAMN HAPPY, WTF SELF, THEY'RE ACTION FIGURES)and just soaking in all the beautiful, beautiful fannishness around me. There's so much *creativity,* so many amazing concepts and ideas and designs flying through the air left and right, because no one has to be afraid of being themselves. It's okay to express your creativity by dressing up in costume and fencing and making puppets and whatever the hell you want. I feel like I'm in a Mecca of free-flowing artistic freedom, and it feels...so good. Like nothing I've ever felt before.
I want to live in a world where the most difficult decision of the day is whether to attend the panel on Star Trek at the Movies, Is Joss Whedon a Deity, or Science Fiction in Academia. I want to go watch people sing sci-fi themed cabaret acts and read Vogon poetry and paint dragons and fairies. I want to be this free and excited and motivated and inspired every single second of my life.
I can't really take advantage of the room parties because they're mostly about alcohol--seeing all the Romanulan ale and Klingon bloodwine and Bajoran springwine is pretty much the only thing that ever makes alcohol look remotely appealing to me; I mean, oh my god, Romulan ale, how fucking cool is that?!--but thankfully this event is so jam-packed with awesome that I can pop into other venues and not feel like I'm missing a thing. (Next year will be a real test, since this con'll fall less than a week before I turn 21. And I am so going next year; I mean, the theme is going to be Bad Guys. Colken, you should come! It's really cheap if you pre-register!)
Also, things you guys need to check out RIGHT THE FUCK NOW: 'They Live,' the best freaking dystopia movie EVER. The critique of capitalism is a little ham-handed, and it does feature a Buff White Dude Saving the World the Help of His Token Black Friend, but it's really original and innovative in it's depiction of a parable of consumerist culture. AND. OH MY GOD. TRANSYLVANIA-TV. IT'S LIKE EVIL SARCASTIC MUPPETS OF AMAZING.
Well, I better cut this short before I fangirl into the next century. Live long and prosper!
P.S. I am currently wearing: a shiny silver dress, a red silk ruffled jacket, a Bajoran earring, a Starfleet Academy class ring, Trill spots, and Bajoran nose ridges. TREKKIE PRIDE!!!
P.P.S. I can't interview anyone yet, because academia is consumed with bureacracy and the irrational need to make sure I'm not doing illegal medical experiments on my interviewees, so all I could do is advertise. I've got one respondent so far!
P.P.P.S. True, nothing takes me back to my childhood in Japan faster than their candy, but me, sneak into the anime room solely to steal their snacks for the purposes of gustatory nostalgia? Surely you jest.
Oh. My. God. Don't make me go back.
Please don't make me go back. Everyone is so nice. Everyone is so awesome. I haven't talked to a lot of people outside the fan-fucking-tastic panel discussions, but I just feel so welcome here. Even in the middle of the anime fans and the steampunkers and the gamers, I feel like I *belong.* Everyone's just so happy to be here and be understood and be having fun as themselves, unrestrained. There's so much free-flowing creativity I almost can't stand it, it's so beautiful. I'm learning fascinating stuff about comics history and watching amazing films I never knew existed and singing along to Dr. Horrible and the Potter Puppets and the Captain Picard remix and bidding on sweet auction items and poking through the art show and discussing the future of fanfiction and buying a Kira action figure and posing it making out with my Odo action figure (OMG THAT MAKES ME SO GODDAMN HAPPY, WTF SELF, THEY'RE ACTION FIGURES)and just soaking in all the beautiful, beautiful fannishness around me. There's so much *creativity,* so many amazing concepts and ideas and designs flying through the air left and right, because no one has to be afraid of being themselves. It's okay to express your creativity by dressing up in costume and fencing and making puppets and whatever the hell you want. I feel like I'm in a Mecca of free-flowing artistic freedom, and it feels...so good. Like nothing I've ever felt before.
I want to live in a world where the most difficult decision of the day is whether to attend the panel on Star Trek at the Movies, Is Joss Whedon a Deity, or Science Fiction in Academia. I want to go watch people sing sci-fi themed cabaret acts and read Vogon poetry and paint dragons and fairies. I want to be this free and excited and motivated and inspired every single second of my life.
I can't really take advantage of the room parties because they're mostly about alcohol--seeing all the Romanulan ale and Klingon bloodwine and Bajoran springwine is pretty much the only thing that ever makes alcohol look remotely appealing to me; I mean, oh my god, Romulan ale, how fucking cool is that?!--but thankfully this event is so jam-packed with awesome that I can pop into other venues and not feel like I'm missing a thing. (Next year will be a real test, since this con'll fall less than a week before I turn 21. And I am so going next year; I mean, the theme is going to be Bad Guys. Colken, you should come! It's really cheap if you pre-register!)
Also, things you guys need to check out RIGHT THE FUCK NOW: 'They Live,' the best freaking dystopia movie EVER. The critique of capitalism is a little ham-handed, and it does feature a Buff White Dude Saving the World the Help of His Token Black Friend, but it's really original and innovative in it's depiction of a parable of consumerist culture. AND. OH MY GOD. TRANSYLVANIA-TV. IT'S LIKE EVIL SARCASTIC MUPPETS OF AMAZING.
Well, I better cut this short before I fangirl into the next century. Live long and prosper!
P.S. I am currently wearing: a shiny silver dress, a red silk ruffled jacket, a Bajoran earring, a Starfleet Academy class ring, Trill spots, and Bajoran nose ridges. TREKKIE PRIDE!!!
P.P.S. I can't interview anyone yet, because academia is consumed with bureacracy and the irrational need to make sure I'm not doing illegal medical experiments on my interviewees, so all I could do is advertise. I've got one respondent so far!
P.P.P.S. True, nothing takes me back to my childhood in Japan faster than their candy, but me, sneak into the anime room solely to steal their snacks for the purposes of gustatory nostalgia? Surely you jest.