What I did on my nerd summer vacation: Part One
Ever start listening to Moby and decide that was a good time to recap your San Diego Comic Con experience? Happened to me. Let's do this!
Thursday.
I wake at 3:30 AM in a tent in Kings Canyon National Park. It's dark and I'm still sleepy but Comic Con, the Internet, and Jason Momoa are 6 and a half hours away as the car drives. I pack as much as I can before waking elvisglasses5 practically flipping her out of her sleeping bag and scream-whispering "Game of Thrones. Game of Throooooones. DROOOOGOOOOOOOO!" over and over again. I am 100% sure she's glad to be rid of me soon. <3
We arrive in San Diego after a brisk drive through the most cow-scented terrain I've ever had the misfortune of sniffing (and I haven't showered in 4 days at this point.) Alas, the hotel is large and fancy and HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS HOTEL ROOM IS HUGE...OMG THIS BATHROOM IS HALF THE SIZE OF MY BEDROOM....AHHHHH THIS VIEW! I CAN SEE COMIC CON FROM MY HOUSE HOTEL ROOM!! I get all gussied up and ponder staying in the hotel the entire weekend because I fear if I leave they will know I'm poor and won't let me back in.
Le View de la HOtel
Bravely, I walk towards the convention center in a state of perpetual text with gembat, I get handed a Deviant Art sharpie before I even get my badges ("Wow, they're already throwing free stuff at me!" I excitedly think.) Registration is a breeze. The first cosplayer I see is an extremely convincing Tenth Doctor with fantastic hair. I do a double take, then end up following him accidentally. IT WAS! SHUT UP! By the time I locate the only other tall redhead in the place, Sara is only slightly before the "2000 people" sign amongst the sad bastards waiting for the Game of Thrones panel who shan't be getting in. I weep a single perfect tear as she reassures me that karabou is inside working her Con-fu and to be patient. I decide to look for more people dressed like David Tennant to pass the time and to brace myself for the starfishing Drogo will never receive from yours truly. Jesus wept.
SUCCESS! Kara is a magician with wonderful friends and we ninja our way into Ballroom 20 with bathroom passes. Sara and I dance the dance of joy during the Ringer panel just for being in the room and leave our bodies during the Game of Thrones panel. Sara claims that my reaction was nearly as good as the panel. Rest assured, friends, on an ethereal plane I have ravaged Jason Momoa and he enjoyed it and promised to call.
We were able to move up near the front of the room after GoT because everyone was there for that, so we were pretty close for the TV Guide Fan Favorites panel. Hurley and Eyelashes from Lost, Pam and Lafacakes from True Blood, and one Eleventh Doctor in a panel promoting what I assume was Vampire Diaries that none of the cast of that show could bother to make. TV Guide can suck it but Matt Smith was a hipster god and it was GLORIOUS to see his hipsterness in person and he totally fanboyed True Blood (twice if you include the Doctor Who panel on Sunday.) My love for him groweth.
Then Sara and I bailed and met up with Kara and there was much rejoicing as the Roommates of the Fancy Hotel Room were finally united for much fun and light hearted frivolities including: The Watching of the Grown Man Drink His Own Piss on the Flat Screen, The Scarring of the Kara by the Jenn and Sara, and The Great Softcore Starfishing LIVE and on Video Available for Only $19.95. We accept paypal! It's all Amazonian Redhead Girl-on-Girl action! (DISCLAIMER: This probably happened in a different night but I can't remember so I put it here.)
We also wandered the exhibit floor some. I got this pic just for straykim who for some reason loves Jon Snow.
Here's Sara with Lego Boba Fett.
And here's me derping in front of the TARDIS in my Doctor Who shirt. My hands are by my side as to not flail them and fly away.
Then the Nerd Trio went forth to the see the midnight showing of Captain America and to eat of the Chipotle and it was....boring. We were all exhausted, I was barely able to focus my eyes and at one point I looked over and Sara and Kara were both asleep. Chris Evans is as interesting as cardboard and once SPOILER ALERT Richard Armitage died (10 minutes in) I stopped caring. Wait for Avengers. The only awesome thing was a cosplaying (or was he?) Captain America passing out cupcakes before the show. Here he is with Tiny Jesus.
Thus concluded night one of Comic Con: Nerd Summer Camp: The ReNerdening.
(I probably forgot stuff. Moar pics later. Bed now.)
Thursday.
I wake at 3:30 AM in a tent in Kings Canyon National Park. It's dark and I'm still sleepy but Comic Con, the Internet, and Jason Momoa are 6 and a half hours away as the car drives. I pack as much as I can before waking elvisglasses5 practically flipping her out of her sleeping bag and scream-whispering "Game of Thrones. Game of Throooooones. DROOOOGOOOOOOOO!" over and over again. I am 100% sure she's glad to be rid of me soon. <3
We arrive in San Diego after a brisk drive through the most cow-scented terrain I've ever had the misfortune of sniffing (and I haven't showered in 4 days at this point.) Alas, the hotel is large and fancy and HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS HOTEL ROOM IS HUGE...OMG THIS BATHROOM IS HALF THE SIZE OF MY BEDROOM....AHHHHH THIS VIEW! I CAN SEE COMIC CON FROM MY HOUSE HOTEL ROOM!! I get all gussied up and ponder staying in the hotel the entire weekend because I fear if I leave they will know I'm poor and won't let me back in.
Le View de la HOtel
Bravely, I walk towards the convention center in a state of perpetual text with gembat, I get handed a Deviant Art sharpie before I even get my badges ("Wow, they're already throwing free stuff at me!" I excitedly think.) Registration is a breeze. The first cosplayer I see is an extremely convincing Tenth Doctor with fantastic hair. I do a double take, then end up following him accidentally. IT WAS! SHUT UP! By the time I locate the only other tall redhead in the place, Sara is only slightly before the "2000 people" sign amongst the sad bastards waiting for the Game of Thrones panel who shan't be getting in. I weep a single perfect tear as she reassures me that karabou is inside working her Con-fu and to be patient. I decide to look for more people dressed like David Tennant to pass the time and to brace myself for the starfishing Drogo will never receive from yours truly. Jesus wept.
SUCCESS! Kara is a magician with wonderful friends and we ninja our way into Ballroom 20 with bathroom passes. Sara and I dance the dance of joy during the Ringer panel just for being in the room and leave our bodies during the Game of Thrones panel. Sara claims that my reaction was nearly as good as the panel. Rest assured, friends, on an ethereal plane I have ravaged Jason Momoa and he enjoyed it and promised to call.
We were able to move up near the front of the room after GoT because everyone was there for that, so we were pretty close for the TV Guide Fan Favorites panel. Hurley and Eyelashes from Lost, Pam and Lafacakes from True Blood, and one Eleventh Doctor in a panel promoting what I assume was Vampire Diaries that none of the cast of that show could bother to make. TV Guide can suck it but Matt Smith was a hipster god and it was GLORIOUS to see his hipsterness in person and he totally fanboyed True Blood (twice if you include the Doctor Who panel on Sunday.) My love for him groweth.
Then Sara and I bailed and met up with Kara and there was much rejoicing as the Roommates of the Fancy Hotel Room were finally united for much fun and light hearted frivolities including: The Watching of the Grown Man Drink His Own Piss on the Flat Screen, The Scarring of the Kara by the Jenn and Sara, and The Great Softcore Starfishing LIVE and on Video Available for Only $19.95. We accept paypal! It's all Amazonian Redhead Girl-on-Girl action! (DISCLAIMER: This probably happened in a different night but I can't remember so I put it here.)
We also wandered the exhibit floor some. I got this pic just for straykim who for some reason loves Jon Snow.
Here's Sara with Lego Boba Fett.
And here's me derping in front of the TARDIS in my Doctor Who shirt. My hands are by my side as to not flail them and fly away.
Then the Nerd Trio went forth to the see the midnight showing of Captain America and to eat of the Chipotle and it was....boring. We were all exhausted, I was barely able to focus my eyes and at one point I looked over and Sara and Kara were both asleep. Chris Evans is as interesting as cardboard and once SPOILER ALERT Richard Armitage died (10 minutes in) I stopped caring. Wait for Avengers. The only awesome thing was a cosplaying (or was he?) Captain America passing out cupcakes before the show. Here he is with Tiny Jesus.
Thus concluded night one of Comic Con: Nerd Summer Camp: The ReNerdening.
(I probably forgot stuff. Moar pics later. Bed now.)