C2E2 Text Recap Part 1
No pics until I get to my computer at home. It's been a bad day with computers here at Chez Abel.
Well, hell, I suppose I start with Thursday. Panic attack, check, hopped the cab at 4, got to the airport in plenty of time, got picked up by Kevin and Tessa and met Noel in person for the first time. Noel is exactly how he is online (which goes for all of us, actually) - which means, yes, broken within mere moments.
There was a lot of that.
Stayed in Noel's room for the night, god help me, and I lost my goddamn '70s headphones on the plane and everything went missing at least once and then there was last-minute teriyaki chicken and I just fell the HELL asleep. By the way? Packing my warm blankie from home was the single smartest packing decision I made. It is at least 40 degrees colder here than in New Orleans. Fucking March in Chicago.
Oh, and of course I got my period ON THE FLIGHT. I CALLED IT. Which means I did not go to the con at all on Friday. I missed so many panels. Jesus, did I go to any panels other than the Rosario + Vampire screening or Comic Book Queers? I don't think I did. Well, that sucked. Oh well. Stupid uterus.
But Bryan came in Friday morning and I missed him terribly and there was much huggage, and we hung out at Noel's with Kevin and Tessa and waited for J.K. (yes, Weston, THE J.K. WOODWARD) (who I will alternately be calling James) (because that's his name) (parentheses are fun) to arrive. Bryan left the spare key at the desk for him under the name "Young Sid Vicious." Because James hasn't heard that a bazillion times before already.
So Kev and Tess had to leave, so no D&D that night, so that left us with the only other viable option: HEAVY DRINKING.
Internets, J.K. is a horrible, horrible influence. Do not let him near your children. He will get them drunk when they are not supposed to be drinking and one vodka will become two at the third bar you close out. So yes, I kind of love the guy. Noel left after bar #1 because that's not really his scene. It's not mine either, honestly, but I wanted to maximize time spent with friends and besides the alcohol was distracting me from my cramps.
Ask Noel the story of how he got a $17 shoeshine against his will, by the way.
Fun facts: Both James and Bryan snore. Loudly. I am a light sleeper. It was a long night. Also, when heavily inebriated, Bryan will whisper a series of numbers and Greek letters and insist to you that he has seen the future and memorizing this code will ensure that you are a survivor of the end of the world, because it's imperative that you personally survive so you can save us all.
You're supposed to go liquor before beer, Bryan.
Day 2 of the con was spent with Noel mostly because James is a goddamn alcoholic and encourages Bryan (Bryan to James: "We are TOTALLY BROS NOW! WE ARE BROS! BROOOOOOS!") to misbehave at every opportunity, so we took off on the shuttle bus and said screw 'em, they'll catch up.
Oh, did I mention it was Cosplay Day for me? Did I mention it was very cold and windy and oh my god that skirt is short?
The jacket was surprisingly insanely warm, though. And you'd think my legs would have been cold, but no. Hands. Hands were FREEZING. The wig worked out as a hat, sort of, so my head stayed warm. Anyway, Noel missed his panel, so we went vendor-hopping and Noel got me a sweet-ass Nightmare On Elm Street t-shirt. Then we decided to watch the Windy City Jedi performance while waiting on the R+V screening. It was...I don't even know what they were doing. It was supposed to be some kind of lightsaber performance art, I...guess...? It ended up being the equivalent of watching Star Wars Kid live. It was embarrassing.
But hey, I ran into Sheila and Eric there! Sheila's doing great, I pretty much buried the hatchet with Eric (it's been a forgiving year for me), and I kept running across people recognizing me as Moka and wanting pictures. THAT IS ALWAYS SO MUCH FUN.
We also met George, finally, of "the idiot who paid $500 to be on our show" fame and he's so wonderful in person. And occasionally wittier than I, which is just a thrown gauntlet, honestly. I got this folded paper flower from an Aerith and George said I should have traded her a Phoenix Down. (TOO SOON, DUDE. TOO SOON.)
The R + V screening was great; the bulk of my recognition came from there (no one else dressed up! Seriously!) and, well...I can't say I really liked the new dub. Apparently this is from a new DVD set coming out in May from Funimation, who did Ouran High School Host Club really well, but there's a lot of subtle humor lost in translation. No "KAPU-CHUUUU", for one! :( I still love the anime, though, even though Noel was being a Mr. Pretentious-Pants-I've-Crapped-Better-Anime-Than-This Buzzkill guy. SCREW YOU NOEL I LOVE IT.
So this one guy comes up to me after the screening, I have no fucking clue who he is, he has this super-thick Russian accent (which, I admit, hawt), and he recognizes me not only as Moka, but as Dayna from Made Of Fail AND queenanthai from Scans Daily. IT'S STARTING TO LOOK LIKE A TRIPLE FANBOY. Dude. For real. So I went all Moka on him and bit his neck for the picture, and that probably made his life, and I let him follow us all around for a while. I was going to hit up the Brightest Day panel, I swear I was, but...
...they had Rock Band set up downstairs.
Me. In full Moka cosplay. Onstage in front of a ton of people. Belting out "Wanted Dead Or Alive." This is a thing that happened. FUCK YOU PANIC DISORDER.
Speaking of my cosplay and its short skirt, did you know there were an awful lot of escalators at McCormick Place? Because there are.
Afterwards we went back and I took a long nap and then was VERY RUDELY AWAKENED BY JAMES, AHEM, before we headed off to another bar and then the afterparty at the Hyatt. My God there were a lot of people at the Hyatt. Bryan spent the evening hitting on J.K.'s friend Trish (Me to James: "Oh God, watch this. It's going to be like the Hindenburg."), James ran around with his friends, and I AT LONG LAST met up with Laura and Brenda from the Geektress podcast. I bought a sweet shirt off of them which I shall cherish always, and gave out MoF pins. And then Laura bought me what was supposed to be a shot of vodka but somehow translated to "half a fucking rocks glass."
You know the phrase "party like a rock star?" Try partying like a comic book professional. HARD. CORE. I met James' friend Stevie from the Comic Book Queers podcast, and there was this amazingly sexy guy in some band or whatever, I forgot his name but I think I have his flyer somewhere, and after the vodka I was just eye-fucking him all night. So we're getting close to leaving and I tell Laura I have to at least say hi, give him a pin, whatever, and my brilliant opening line to the guy is "I have totally been eye-fucking you all night."
Drunk Me is amazingly honest.
Yes, Karl, I quickly followed it up with "I'm so sorry I'm married and I can't follow up on that." Turns out the guy had been looking to get laid the entire convention. SOMEONE'S LUCKY I'M FAITHFUL AND THAT I LOVE HIM VERY VERY MUCH, I AM JUST SAYING. It was a nice ego-stroke, whatever. :) I also managed to talk with Rich Johnston of Bleeding Cool, and my brilliant opening line to him was, if you can believe this came out of my mouth, "I loved it when you got murdered in DYING IN THE GUTTERS." (It's a CSI comic, it's on Amazon, look it up.) We talked and I promoted the show and gave him a button and Kevin was not wrong when he put me in charge of PR, let me tell you.
Also passed Dan DiDio and told him to chain Geoff Johns to a desk forever, to which he responded "we just bought fresh shackles." We passed him again as we were all leaving, and Bryan yells "STOP KILLING BLUE BEETLE!"
Dan: "WE BROUGHT HIM BACK THIS TIME!"
Bryan: ..."GOOD POINT!"
My friends, ladies and gentlemen and internet dwellers. Day 3 will be recapped at a future point because it has been a long day and I am tired and shaking a cold.
Well, hell, I suppose I start with Thursday. Panic attack, check, hopped the cab at 4, got to the airport in plenty of time, got picked up by Kevin and Tessa and met Noel in person for the first time. Noel is exactly how he is online (which goes for all of us, actually) - which means, yes, broken within mere moments.
There was a lot of that.
Stayed in Noel's room for the night, god help me, and I lost my goddamn '70s headphones on the plane and everything went missing at least once and then there was last-minute teriyaki chicken and I just fell the HELL asleep. By the way? Packing my warm blankie from home was the single smartest packing decision I made. It is at least 40 degrees colder here than in New Orleans. Fucking March in Chicago.
Oh, and of course I got my period ON THE FLIGHT. I CALLED IT. Which means I did not go to the con at all on Friday. I missed so many panels. Jesus, did I go to any panels other than the Rosario + Vampire screening or Comic Book Queers? I don't think I did. Well, that sucked. Oh well. Stupid uterus.
But Bryan came in Friday morning and I missed him terribly and there was much huggage, and we hung out at Noel's with Kevin and Tessa and waited for J.K. (yes, Weston, THE J.K. WOODWARD) (who I will alternately be calling James) (because that's his name) (parentheses are fun) to arrive. Bryan left the spare key at the desk for him under the name "Young Sid Vicious." Because James hasn't heard that a bazillion times before already.
So Kev and Tess had to leave, so no D&D that night, so that left us with the only other viable option: HEAVY DRINKING.
Internets, J.K. is a horrible, horrible influence. Do not let him near your children. He will get them drunk when they are not supposed to be drinking and one vodka will become two at the third bar you close out. So yes, I kind of love the guy. Noel left after bar #1 because that's not really his scene. It's not mine either, honestly, but I wanted to maximize time spent with friends and besides the alcohol was distracting me from my cramps.
Ask Noel the story of how he got a $17 shoeshine against his will, by the way.
Fun facts: Both James and Bryan snore. Loudly. I am a light sleeper. It was a long night. Also, when heavily inebriated, Bryan will whisper a series of numbers and Greek letters and insist to you that he has seen the future and memorizing this code will ensure that you are a survivor of the end of the world, because it's imperative that you personally survive so you can save us all.
You're supposed to go liquor before beer, Bryan.
Day 2 of the con was spent with Noel mostly because James is a goddamn alcoholic and encourages Bryan (Bryan to James: "We are TOTALLY BROS NOW! WE ARE BROS! BROOOOOOS!") to misbehave at every opportunity, so we took off on the shuttle bus and said screw 'em, they'll catch up.
Oh, did I mention it was Cosplay Day for me? Did I mention it was very cold and windy and oh my god that skirt is short?
The jacket was surprisingly insanely warm, though. And you'd think my legs would have been cold, but no. Hands. Hands were FREEZING. The wig worked out as a hat, sort of, so my head stayed warm. Anyway, Noel missed his panel, so we went vendor-hopping and Noel got me a sweet-ass Nightmare On Elm Street t-shirt. Then we decided to watch the Windy City Jedi performance while waiting on the R+V screening. It was...I don't even know what they were doing. It was supposed to be some kind of lightsaber performance art, I...guess...? It ended up being the equivalent of watching Star Wars Kid live. It was embarrassing.
But hey, I ran into Sheila and Eric there! Sheila's doing great, I pretty much buried the hatchet with Eric (it's been a forgiving year for me), and I kept running across people recognizing me as Moka and wanting pictures. THAT IS ALWAYS SO MUCH FUN.
We also met George, finally, of "the idiot who paid $500 to be on our show" fame and he's so wonderful in person. And occasionally wittier than I, which is just a thrown gauntlet, honestly. I got this folded paper flower from an Aerith and George said I should have traded her a Phoenix Down. (TOO SOON, DUDE. TOO SOON.)
The R + V screening was great; the bulk of my recognition came from there (no one else dressed up! Seriously!) and, well...I can't say I really liked the new dub. Apparently this is from a new DVD set coming out in May from Funimation, who did Ouran High School Host Club really well, but there's a lot of subtle humor lost in translation. No "KAPU-CHUUUU", for one! :( I still love the anime, though, even though Noel was being a Mr. Pretentious-Pants-I've-Crapped-Better-Anime-Than-This Buzzkill guy. SCREW YOU NOEL I LOVE IT.
So this one guy comes up to me after the screening, I have no fucking clue who he is, he has this super-thick Russian accent (which, I admit, hawt), and he recognizes me not only as Moka, but as Dayna from Made Of Fail AND queenanthai from Scans Daily. IT'S STARTING TO LOOK LIKE A TRIPLE FANBOY. Dude. For real. So I went all Moka on him and bit his neck for the picture, and that probably made his life, and I let him follow us all around for a while. I was going to hit up the Brightest Day panel, I swear I was, but...
...they had Rock Band set up downstairs.
Me. In full Moka cosplay. Onstage in front of a ton of people. Belting out "Wanted Dead Or Alive." This is a thing that happened. FUCK YOU PANIC DISORDER.
Speaking of my cosplay and its short skirt, did you know there were an awful lot of escalators at McCormick Place? Because there are.
Afterwards we went back and I took a long nap and then was VERY RUDELY AWAKENED BY JAMES, AHEM, before we headed off to another bar and then the afterparty at the Hyatt. My God there were a lot of people at the Hyatt. Bryan spent the evening hitting on J.K.'s friend Trish (Me to James: "Oh God, watch this. It's going to be like the Hindenburg."), James ran around with his friends, and I AT LONG LAST met up with Laura and Brenda from the Geektress podcast. I bought a sweet shirt off of them which I shall cherish always, and gave out MoF pins. And then Laura bought me what was supposed to be a shot of vodka but somehow translated to "half a fucking rocks glass."
You know the phrase "party like a rock star?" Try partying like a comic book professional. HARD. CORE. I met James' friend Stevie from the Comic Book Queers podcast, and there was this amazingly sexy guy in some band or whatever, I forgot his name but I think I have his flyer somewhere, and after the vodka I was just eye-fucking him all night. So we're getting close to leaving and I tell Laura I have to at least say hi, give him a pin, whatever, and my brilliant opening line to the guy is "I have totally been eye-fucking you all night."
Drunk Me is amazingly honest.
Yes, Karl, I quickly followed it up with "I'm so sorry I'm married and I can't follow up on that." Turns out the guy had been looking to get laid the entire convention. SOMEONE'S LUCKY I'M FAITHFUL AND THAT I LOVE HIM VERY VERY MUCH, I AM JUST SAYING. It was a nice ego-stroke, whatever. :) I also managed to talk with Rich Johnston of Bleeding Cool, and my brilliant opening line to him was, if you can believe this came out of my mouth, "I loved it when you got murdered in DYING IN THE GUTTERS." (It's a CSI comic, it's on Amazon, look it up.) We talked and I promoted the show and gave him a button and Kevin was not wrong when he put me in charge of PR, let me tell you.
Also passed Dan DiDio and told him to chain Geoff Johns to a desk forever, to which he responded "we just bought fresh shackles." We passed him again as we were all leaving, and Bryan yells "STOP KILLING BLUE BEETLE!"
Dan: "WE BROUGHT HIM BACK THIS TIME!"
Bryan: ..."GOOD POINT!"
My friends, ladies and gentlemen and internet dwellers. Day 3 will be recapped at a future point because it has been a long day and I am tired and shaking a cold.