Phwoar!
One year ago, I had a cold miserable carpal tunnel Halloween sitting for my SEA History paper. This year, my Halloween was cold (thanks to a huge storm in the evening) and maybe kinda miserable (thanks to a snaking queue of endless snakiness), but the one probably getting carpal tunnel this time wasn’t me because I’m not the genius that is Neil Gaiman. That being said, HE SIGNED MY COPY OF NEVERWHERE, YESSS!!! BEST. HALLOWEEN. EVER.
And as if that wasn’t enough, I had the best 1st of November ever too because:
I GOT A HUG, FUCK YEAH XD (Ivan, don’t be jealous just because I hugged another man, I still love you and only you <3)
During the talks on Saturday, he mentioned that based on his experience as a journalist interviewing other writers, the most well-adjusted ones were the horror writers and the most miserable grumpy ones were the humour writers, so if he were one of those, he’d be wandering around the house in a ratty nightgown demanding for tea. So here’s Neil Gaiman as a miserable grumpy humour writer in a ratty nightgown demanding for tea, as envisioned by me:
And the hastily meticulously drawn-up while in the book-signing queue plans to abduct Neil Gaiman, as originally envisioned by Deb Theseira and drawn by me and Rach:
We gave him those drawings plus one of Yvaine from Stardust which Rach also last-minutely pain-stakingly did while in the queue, you can see the envelope we put them in if you look in the bottom left of the group hug photo, haha. It says TOP SEKRIT SECRET PLANS and in smaller text NOT FOR NEIL GAIMAN. He liked it yay! :D It was so nerve-wracking trying to tell him everything I wanted to say without holding up the rest of the queue too much cos he still had Amanda Palmer’s gig at StereoClub to go for later that night and a 3.30am flight to catch, so I had panic attacks all through the queue, I think I really am bipolar hahaha. Thank you Rach for trying to calm me down in the queue and taking the KICKASS VIDEO OF KICKASSNESS WHICH I WILL TREASURE FOR ALL MY LIFE <3 And thank you Neil Gaiman for being so awesomely cool, we’ll still love you even if you turn into a grumpy humour writer in a ratty nightgown :3
That being said, after the Saturday events, a bunch of people in bright red jumpsuits set up a booth outside the Arts House called The Proletariat Poetry Factory and they would sit behind the table at their typewriters and listen to bizarre music on headphones and type up poems for people who put in requests at the table. So you wrote down your name on their list and then some random word you wanted your poem to be about, and they’d type something out for you on the typewriter, chuck it in an envelope and let you collect it from a box. I submitted “vodka” as my first prompt but the poem was SO emo and depressing so I submitted “Russia” next and I got this:
Russia is a continent full of hotties.
Lenin was a pretty dashing guy.
Stalin, less so.
But Putin is studly too. Well.
I would like to live there
amidst comrades with their muscular arms raised to the sky.
HAHAHAHAHA, OH IVAN YOU HOTTIE <3
Also, as promised, my extremely biased photos from Hetalia Day at East Coast Park!
There were two Russias, and Belarus promptly married both of them in a romantic beach wedding, aww...
I swear, Shinatty-Chan is a distant relative of PedoBear D8 It's the FACE man...
Prussia and Austria, just chilling. The chicks remind me of Peeps, hahaha.
Switzerland. Imagine a rifle in place of the DSLR, lol. And I can't stop staring at the boots *_*
International Buffet! Russias and Belarus await eagerly as Canada attempts to open a bottle of vodka wine.
The blini I made! They're supposed to be bigger but stfu, it was my first time cooking them X< Oh Ivan! One day I will be able to cook all your lovely lovely traditional Russian foods for you <3
PASTAAAAAA~
And as if that wasn’t enough, I had the best 1st of November ever too because:
I GOT A HUG, FUCK YEAH XD (Ivan, don’t be jealous just because I hugged another man, I still love you and only you <3)
During the talks on Saturday, he mentioned that based on his experience as a journalist interviewing other writers, the most well-adjusted ones were the horror writers and the most miserable grumpy ones were the humour writers, so if he were one of those, he’d be wandering around the house in a ratty nightgown demanding for tea. So here’s Neil Gaiman as a miserable grumpy humour writer in a ratty nightgown demanding for tea, as envisioned by me:
And the hastily meticulously drawn-up while in the book-signing queue plans to abduct Neil Gaiman, as originally envisioned by Deb Theseira and drawn by me and Rach:
We gave him those drawings plus one of Yvaine from Stardust which Rach also last-minutely pain-stakingly did while in the queue, you can see the envelope we put them in if you look in the bottom left of the group hug photo, haha. It says TOP SEKRIT SECRET PLANS and in smaller text NOT FOR NEIL GAIMAN. He liked it yay! :D It was so nerve-wracking trying to tell him everything I wanted to say without holding up the rest of the queue too much cos he still had Amanda Palmer’s gig at StereoClub to go for later that night and a 3.30am flight to catch, so I had panic attacks all through the queue, I think I really am bipolar hahaha. Thank you Rach for trying to calm me down in the queue and taking the KICKASS VIDEO OF KICKASSNESS WHICH I WILL TREASURE FOR ALL MY LIFE <3 And thank you Neil Gaiman for being so awesomely cool, we’ll still love you even if you turn into a grumpy humour writer in a ratty nightgown :3
That being said, after the Saturday events, a bunch of people in bright red jumpsuits set up a booth outside the Arts House called The Proletariat Poetry Factory and they would sit behind the table at their typewriters and listen to bizarre music on headphones and type up poems for people who put in requests at the table. So you wrote down your name on their list and then some random word you wanted your poem to be about, and they’d type something out for you on the typewriter, chuck it in an envelope and let you collect it from a box. I submitted “vodka” as my first prompt but the poem was SO emo and depressing so I submitted “Russia” next and I got this:
Russia is a continent full of hotties.
Lenin was a pretty dashing guy.
Stalin, less so.
But Putin is studly too. Well.
I would like to live there
amidst comrades with their muscular arms raised to the sky.
HAHAHAHAHA, OH IVAN YOU HOTTIE <3
Also, as promised, my extremely biased photos from Hetalia Day at East Coast Park!
There were two Russias, and Belarus promptly married both of them in a romantic beach wedding, aww...
I swear, Shinatty-Chan is a distant relative of PedoBear D8 It's the FACE man...
Prussia and Austria, just chilling. The chicks remind me of Peeps, hahaha.
Switzerland. Imagine a rifle in place of the DSLR, lol. And I can't stop staring at the boots *_*
International Buffet! Russias and Belarus await eagerly as Canada attempts to open a bottle of vodka wine.
The blini I made! They're supposed to be bigger but stfu, it was my first time cooking them X< Oh Ivan! One day I will be able to cook all your lovely lovely traditional Russian foods for you <3
PASTAAAAAA~