Saturday started off surprisingly. My partner at Check In, Mari, got sick so I jumped in for her. I was disappointed because I missed the panels on steampunk. I had checked the gentlemen that were running the panel in the day before and they invited me to stop by. I enjoy steam punk. I read Girl Genius and Freak Angels (just started that web comic in the last week). The gentlemen also made jokes and seemed a lively bunch. They invited me to a steampunk convention in Tucson. I will not be able to attend that convention because of lack of funds.
My brother showed up again even though he was not the biggest fan of comic conventions. He came to hang out with me. He is such a sweetheart. (I accidentally wrote sweatheart. I need to figure out what that would be). He followed me around as I could not figure out what I wanted to do. I ran into some of my friends from The Gamer Society at ASU. We lost them for a while but ran into them again when Roy and I sat in a writing panel about fantastical creatures other than vampires and werewolves. Of course, vampires and werewolves were mentioned by the audience several times. I stared at the writers while aspiring to be like them.
The best thing happened! The day before, my brother and I wandered the convention trying to find a place that fit. The anime rooms were fun but not that interesting. The video game rooms were okay. We walked into the board gaming room. The energy or the vibe just fit. We strutted around the room peering at all the different games. We did not have time to play though. We walked across the hall to the drawing room and glanced in. People drew and colored quietly at desks. I felt like exploring so I strode into the room and stopped four paces in. This sense of horror came over me. I do not know why. The only sound was the slight scratching of pens and a mummer or two. My bro and I backed out.
“It is all perspective,” I told my brother. “We do not fit but an artist, let’s say Rachel, would be drawn to that room. Rachel would just end up in that room.” Now back to Saturday, the group of us had run into each other at the writing panel. Andrew, Jessica, and Rachel wanted to go to the exhibitor hall to buy books and talk to the writers. The writing panel was at an end of a hall so we all marched toward the lobby past the art room. Andrew asked “Where’s Rachel?” I looked back and saw Rachel suddenly veering into that room (think the scene from Dawn of the Dead where the zombie is chasing his wife and suddenly turns to eat the neighbor). We went back to collect her. We asked what happened. She said, “I saw the room and just came in.” She totally forgot her mission. I called it! That was the best thing.
Later in the day, my brother decided to go home. I hugged him and sat down to eat. I got called back to the convention center because the two other staff members at registration were not feeling well. It turned out great! I was technically in charge but another higher ranking member took control. This meant I got to go to Masquerade with Arthur. I also created my outfit for Geek Prom. I cut pieces from my gold sheath dress and made a wrist band. I was completely irresponsible and let the volunteers do it all the work. It was night so they registered like three people. I then ran over to the Geek Prom. Josh, a giant security gent, was my date. We hung out a bit awkwardly. I stared to dance and he later joined me. I later went to the Anime rave. I so adore techno music. The beat reeves me up. I play bass because I love rhythm. I thrill to techno music for the same reason. Josh joined me but looked decidedly uncomfortable standing in one spot so we left early. He walked me to my car and I went home.
On Sunday, I did not have to work! I went to writer panels and just thought about how I wanted to be up there. I want to write a book or stories, and then talk to people about my work and writing in general. Rachel and I wandered the exhibitor halls where I delved into her plans for the future. She was planning on going to graduate school and I tried to convince her not to. I told her the best thing was to get experience. I said we should talk to the artists here. Rachel was very uncomfortable with that so I became her translator! Okay, I engaged the conversation. It was easy. Artists have a common ground. I told her we would walk around until she saw art she liked. Rachel has a great eye. She chose a guy who is well known in the comic world. She then wanted to go talk to writers because they are charming. (That could be me one day.) We chatted up a dude until he suddenly dashed away. He was giving Felicia Day his book and getting something signed so I understand.
I went to Happy Hour with Wil Wheaton and John Scalzi (It is a panel not a bar time). I bought his book Android’s Dream the day before. Scalzi rocks. He is so creative. He also tells funny stories about bacon. Wil and John revealed the awesome Pegasus unicorn kitty picture – too funny. The day then ended with a group of us from TGS eating out. We talked about writing and creating. I found out Andrew and Rachel plan on starting a web comic. I hope they do because it sounds interesting.
Every comic con ends with me being inspired by writers. This lead to me doing my weekly blog so thanks to those writers.
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