So I have returned unscathed from the Comic Expo and fortunately wasn't one of the thousands of people they had to turn away at the door due to fire code regulations. (Oh, Calgary. Planning, preparation, and then ambition, okay? It's admirable that you want to be the Canadian version of Comic-Con, but methinks you broke a couple thousand hearts this weekend with that move.)
My mind is all a-boggle at how the event has absolutely exploded since I was there way back in 2007. I don't even know how much larger it was, but they went from about ten rows of folding chairs for the presentations to a stadium, and multiple buildings for the booths. Good golly, overwhelming! I think I spent about 90% of the time just staring around and beaming at everything!
Didn't manage to get too many pictures this time around, but lets go ahead and fling 'em on here anyway!
So first we did epic battle with the line up:
It looped around the Entire. Building. Twice. So when the line started moving (yay!!) we promptly found ourselves on a hobbit-tastic journey all the way around the world (boo!!). I remarked to the folks around me that it would be funny if we weren't actually being let in, but simply being blindly forced to wander the streets of Calgary for miles... Um, and then people made horror-faces, so I shushed. *g*
SERIOUSLY.
Tweeted this picture with the caption "Found him!" which lead to me being re-Tweeted by On Spec before actually setting foot in the building, mwuahaha!
And then we got inside and I proceeded to have The Shy about taking pictures. I'm sorry, okay?!
This Katniss, however, was too good not to ask for a photo. (A Peeta cosplayer discovered her a little later on and remarked to his friends with a frantic kind of joy "See?! If I stand with her, my costume makes sense!" Oh, Peeta, you damsel in distress...)
I would wear this ON MY FACE.
snakewhissperer more sanely wanted the picture as reference though. *g*
Our valiant chauffeur and all-around awesome gal, Sarah, (who hopefully doesn't mind me posting this, lalala!) and a very friendly jester-guy!
And then I spent about an hour gibbering frantically at Deb about not being able to get seats for James Marsters' talk... and then we figured out it was in a stadium rather than the rows of fold-y chairs from last time and I shushed and calmed down. *g*
Oh my goodness, the dude is eloquent and self-depreciating and, as Deb so beautifully put it, "confident without being cocky".
Damn near impossible to get a good shot, but I tried! Hello, wow, how is he in his forties?* The guy is stunning.
Cheekbones of Doom.
We got to hear his impression of what a Cajun Spike would sound like. And a Spike-voice rendition of Happy Birthday for a flailing-hiding-beaming gal in the front row, whose friend made the request for her. And his wide-eyed revelation that, after five takes of the Jack/John kiss in Torchwood and his fiance's approval thereof, "a lot of girls really go for the boy-on-boy stuff!" All-around awesome talk. The guy is such a pro.
At one point someone asked about accents and how he manages them and he graced us with the statement that "You just reach a point where it feels right in your mouth." Cue a stadium-wide titter, a visible delayed recognition of the innuendo from him, and him cracking up. Oh lord. XD
And then I dragged poor long-suffering Deb all around the world with me again to go stalk the publishing houses I was interested in. All I will say is that it appears to have been worth our while, mwuahaha. Networking for the mighty win. \o/
In conclusion, buttons I have obtained. *g*
Yes, yes I do. I think I was tweeting while
snakewhissperer bought this for me! @FennellFiction, yo. Follow the hell out of me! *G*
Relevant to my interests, I tell you! *joy*
And that is all for this year! Next year, more bravery with regard to photos, and better planning, and a costume. *nod-nod*
* Addendum: He's not. He's fifty. XD At least Kita's paying attention, bwah!