End of Days report
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burntcopperGah. Am going to collapse soon. Getting up at 6:30 for a preliminary exam (basically a weeding out pre-interview) for a job after a con is not good. Was desperately trying not to fall asleep through it.
And now, Starfury End of Days (containing X2 spoilers),
There was the mass X-Men 2 viewing. 32 congoers at the 9pm showing, and it was deemed utterly wondrous by all present. Funny, great action, great performances and one-liners, creepy and suspenseful at times; best comic book adaptation ever. And so clearly made by a comic book geek. We geeked something terrible - lots of little nods to the geeks with entries seen in passing on computer databases and other cameos. And the slash, oh, the slash, mein freunds. Cyclops/Wolverine especially. Many of the female congoers are slashers. It comes with the territory. Created much laughter at moments everyone else didn't get, and producing whimpers from Ming. :smirk: We've discovered Methos' latest job, keeping a personal eye as footsoldier on new government paranoia and black ops. I'm sorry, Peter Wingfield, but anything you do from now on will be seen as further adventures in the life of Methos. And you are so fucking gorgeous. :sigh: Fantastic way of working in Mastermind, btw, introed as Jason, Stryker's son. See all the geeks going '...Jason Wyngarde? Coooool.' Though most interesting that his mental persona is a little girl with his eyes. Ming wants to be Magneto when he grows up. Plus see the comic-geeks all scream at the end of the film (yes, literally - there were many yells of 'bastard!') and vow bloody vengeance on Bryan Singer. We'd been getting hints in the film, but the end shot of just the shadow getting that little bit brighter under the lake but blacking out the screen just before it resolved itself...:screams some more: Ah, well, shall console self with all the hurt-comfort betwixt Logan and Scott that'll be written as a result.
End of Days Gah. Where to start? Ended up crashing on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mingmerciless's floor with Cathy and discovering the usefulness of lilos for conventions as sleeping aids. 1.99 for a better night's sleep on someone's floor is not to be sniffed at. Ate bugger all, experimented in my first 'bring your own alcohol and halve drinking costs' attempt - v. successful and have 2 bottles left over. Oh, and there was viewing of Farscape and mad visits to the 24 hour Tescos in Finchley. And me and Jackie disturbing the pizza hut takeaway people by doing kiddie handclap games and singing and doing the macarena while waiting for our pizza.
Thursday : Weather from Finchley - Birmingham absolutely filthy, while the weather on Thursday in Blackpool was warm and sunny. (In a traffic jam that was at a standstill for an hour, me and Jackie got out, performed OMWF and flashed a few lorry drivers to pass the time.) False heralds, I'm telling you. Past 11pm on thursday to Monday it was cold, wet and windy. Lovely Bank Holiday weather.
Friday-Sunday. Some most amusing and interesting talks, at which I upheld my rep as a question-asking fool. Was asking Tamara Gorsky questions just so she'd have something to talk about, as she was such a sweetie. Cut from the Wayne Pygram mould as she talks a lot about the acting process. Andy Hallet, Brody Hutzler and Mark Lutz are a force for evil - Mark's completely insane (funerals, goats, the discovery of the word 'slapper' spring to mind), Brody got more into the messing around thing on Sunday, and Andy... well, Andy rambles something terrible and got exceedingly drunk over the majority of the weekend. Have been appointed Keith Szarabajka (Holtz) #1 fan as I kept asking questions. Damn funny and interesting bloke, who came down into the audience with a mike when there was a lull in the question asking on Saturday and repeated this action on Sunday, scaring people in the front row. Mwhahaha. Plus bonus demonstration of stage fighting from him due to me. Cooool. Julie and Juliet and Stephanie lovely, (Ming drooling over Julie as expected in his 'Oh Lord won't you buy me a Julie Benz' t-shirt, which Julie adored), Vincent Kartheiser has been revealed as nuts, good value and a ranting Dostoyevsky geek of the first order, Amy and J are their usual double team and good value (with added imitation of Vincent's actions during the Connor/Cordy sex scene), Alexis is ... :Heather decides that incoherent whimpering doesn't really work well on lj, so she'll cut this bit:, Dayne Johnson has given us a new phrase and gesture, and Sparky (props bloke) is most fun. Got drafted for holding-up of Lorne taxi-ads used in Vegas and almost managed to sneak off with it. Damn.
Discos fun, except we're seriously considering banning guests from appearing at the things as they utterly disrupt it and stop the music. Most of the regulars wished to shoot Andy on Sunday night just to get rid of him. We resent having our Tragedy and Macarena disrupted and forced into a small corridor by the DJ booth. Introed many a newbie to con dances, with the accompanying yells of "What the hell do we need chairs on the dancefloor for?" as the regulars scrambled for them to the first notes of Bohemian Rhapsody. Also deeply sad bunch of people who stayed by the stage hoping that the guests would come out again. All. Fucking. Night.
Costumes (including the usual Jedi Chefs - am now officially an apprentice, and have proved that the Sith will always triumph as they can't fight for toffee) :
Friday - School Disco. Livened up by cross-dressing cheerleaders, Simon and Martin performing the Tatu vid as they were in schoolgirl outfits, and Slytherins (Draco, a boy we decided was Marcus Flint as he was too skinny for Crabbe and Goyle and objected to being the sexually ambiguous Blaise Zabini and two girls of unidentified name) of lovely costume.
Saturday : Vamp ball. All boring, except for those of us in the fancy dress. Loads of Fanged Foursome :yawn:, Many Lornes, though a well thought out Lorne and Lornette got a prize. Olaf (Anya's Ex) got a prize for being fabulous - yours truly has managed to do a Heavy Metal pose with his hammer (it's a comic/magazine know for fantasy fanart of scantily clad females), SloopyJon with a Balrog outfit that left everyone gaping - and he'd only started it on Tuesday - a truly original and stupendous trio from Legend, and rather surprisingly, a lot of comic stuff from the regulars. One set of Sixties Batman TV villains, recent Batman film lot, movie X-Men (including Sonja as Mystique, who got the nekkid vote) and us, 'Random Comic X-Men The', as we were listed by the organisers. (Ming as Bishop, Me as Psylocke, Meg as Domino, and a drafted movie Rogue and an Evolution Wolverine - sadly we couldn't convince the other Rogue and White Queen to join us). Ming is very happy with his Bishop costume and got a lot of praise and recognition for it. Self got a lot of recognition for the Psylocke (and asking to pose for photos - part character, part the skimpy clothing vote). Have concluded there's a higher percentage of comic fans at cons than we thought previous.
Friday : Prom. We laughed at all the people actually in prom outfits. Ming in his tux is wishing he'd brought his guns along so he could've been 007. Chris (officially Kirsty due to his con badge from Simon) was lovely in Meg's dress and my Psylocke wig. Claire and Sonja were in Lornette corsette things, Riley as pimpmaster supreme, Dr. Evil, Austin Powers, moi as Sally Bowles from Cabaret - discovered a load of people (mostly girls) who apparently had a Cabaret fetish as I got many squeals of 'Sally Bowles! Photo! Now! Utterly fantastic!', and one bloke as Dr. Henry Jones Jr., who I was honour-bound to invite for a dance as dammit, my Indy fetish has to be satisfied, not to mention the utter squeeage of somone in a costume from the same era as I was. "Dr. Jones, have you ever been to Berlin? Sally Bowles at your service, darling, and I recommend the Kit-Kat Club. Best cabaret show in all Berlin."
:cough: There was also Karaoke and singing ourselves hoarse on Saturday night after the Karaoke guy shut up shop at 2am, emergency pizza delivery, Tamara dancing with our group - person joins in a gap of the circle, as happens, and if they're good we let 'em stay. This girl joined us, and it took a double-take for us to realise it was Tamara. She is lovely, sweet, a good dancer and stayed for four songs, thanking us at the end. Closing ceremony, before the guests came on, the camera guys were keeping the crowd amused by filming it - reaction shots as people realised they were being filmed, as well as a few photos of Starfurys past with comments, including a pic of Claire in Chastity costume with a big 'Censored' banner placed over it. One entire song with the bunny hand puppet dancing to it was filmed. Most people either blushed or waved nervously as they were filmed, Little Martin ducked down by flushing himself down the loo, Dr. Evil did little finger to mouth, and yours truly got cheers for them filming me doing my nailpolish, twice cutting away when I looked up, not amused, third time I didn't bother looking up and gave them the finger. Apparently it was memorable. Sniggered over the comment sheets, wrote 'Unban Kristen Jones' on it many times, and yes, the Norbreck is an utter dump. We're very afraid of the floor in the aircraft hanger. It's sticky and yet also slippery.
:deep breath: and I'm spent.
Oh, andendcredits, where the hell were you?
.
And now, Starfury End of Days (containing X2 spoilers),
There was the mass X-Men 2 viewing. 32 congoers at the 9pm showing, and it was deemed utterly wondrous by all present. Funny, great action, great performances and one-liners, creepy and suspenseful at times; best comic book adaptation ever. And so clearly made by a comic book geek. We geeked something terrible - lots of little nods to the geeks with entries seen in passing on computer databases and other cameos. And the slash, oh, the slash, mein freunds. Cyclops/Wolverine especially. Many of the female congoers are slashers. It comes with the territory. Created much laughter at moments everyone else didn't get, and producing whimpers from Ming. :smirk: We've discovered Methos' latest job, keeping a personal eye as footsoldier on new government paranoia and black ops. I'm sorry, Peter Wingfield, but anything you do from now on will be seen as further adventures in the life of Methos. And you are so fucking gorgeous. :sigh: Fantastic way of working in Mastermind, btw, introed as Jason, Stryker's son. See all the geeks going '...Jason Wyngarde? Coooool.' Though most interesting that his mental persona is a little girl with his eyes. Ming wants to be Magneto when he grows up. Plus see the comic-geeks all scream at the end of the film (yes, literally - there were many yells of 'bastard!') and vow bloody vengeance on Bryan Singer. We'd been getting hints in the film, but the end shot of just the shadow getting that little bit brighter under the lake but blacking out the screen just before it resolved itself...:screams some more: Ah, well, shall console self with all the hurt-comfort betwixt Logan and Scott that'll be written as a result.
End of Days Gah. Where to start? Ended up crashing on
mingmerciless's floor with Cathy and discovering the usefulness of lilos for conventions as sleeping aids. 1.99 for a better night's sleep on someone's floor is not to be sniffed at. Ate bugger all, experimented in my first 'bring your own alcohol and halve drinking costs' attempt - v. successful and have 2 bottles left over. Oh, and there was viewing of Farscape and mad visits to the 24 hour Tescos in Finchley. And me and Jackie disturbing the pizza hut takeaway people by doing kiddie handclap games and singing and doing the macarena while waiting for our pizza.Thursday : Weather from Finchley - Birmingham absolutely filthy, while the weather on Thursday in Blackpool was warm and sunny. (In a traffic jam that was at a standstill for an hour, me and Jackie got out, performed OMWF and flashed a few lorry drivers to pass the time.) False heralds, I'm telling you. Past 11pm on thursday to Monday it was cold, wet and windy. Lovely Bank Holiday weather.
Friday-Sunday. Some most amusing and interesting talks, at which I upheld my rep as a question-asking fool. Was asking Tamara Gorsky questions just so she'd have something to talk about, as she was such a sweetie. Cut from the Wayne Pygram mould as she talks a lot about the acting process. Andy Hallet, Brody Hutzler and Mark Lutz are a force for evil - Mark's completely insane (funerals, goats, the discovery of the word 'slapper' spring to mind), Brody got more into the messing around thing on Sunday, and Andy... well, Andy rambles something terrible and got exceedingly drunk over the majority of the weekend. Have been appointed Keith Szarabajka (Holtz) #1 fan as I kept asking questions. Damn funny and interesting bloke, who came down into the audience with a mike when there was a lull in the question asking on Saturday and repeated this action on Sunday, scaring people in the front row. Mwhahaha. Plus bonus demonstration of stage fighting from him due to me. Cooool. Julie and Juliet and Stephanie lovely, (Ming drooling over Julie as expected in his 'Oh Lord won't you buy me a Julie Benz' t-shirt, which Julie adored), Vincent Kartheiser has been revealed as nuts, good value and a ranting Dostoyevsky geek of the first order, Amy and J are their usual double team and good value (with added imitation of Vincent's actions during the Connor/Cordy sex scene), Alexis is ... :Heather decides that incoherent whimpering doesn't really work well on lj, so she'll cut this bit:, Dayne Johnson has given us a new phrase and gesture, and Sparky (props bloke) is most fun. Got drafted for holding-up of Lorne taxi-ads used in Vegas and almost managed to sneak off with it. Damn.
Discos fun, except we're seriously considering banning guests from appearing at the things as they utterly disrupt it and stop the music. Most of the regulars wished to shoot Andy on Sunday night just to get rid of him. We resent having our Tragedy and Macarena disrupted and forced into a small corridor by the DJ booth. Introed many a newbie to con dances, with the accompanying yells of "What the hell do we need chairs on the dancefloor for?" as the regulars scrambled for them to the first notes of Bohemian Rhapsody. Also deeply sad bunch of people who stayed by the stage hoping that the guests would come out again. All. Fucking. Night.
Costumes (including the usual Jedi Chefs - am now officially an apprentice, and have proved that the Sith will always triumph as they can't fight for toffee) :
Friday - School Disco. Livened up by cross-dressing cheerleaders, Simon and Martin performing the Tatu vid as they were in schoolgirl outfits, and Slytherins (Draco, a boy we decided was Marcus Flint as he was too skinny for Crabbe and Goyle and objected to being the sexually ambiguous Blaise Zabini and two girls of unidentified name) of lovely costume.
Saturday : Vamp ball. All boring, except for those of us in the fancy dress. Loads of Fanged Foursome :yawn:, Many Lornes, though a well thought out Lorne and Lornette got a prize. Olaf (Anya's Ex) got a prize for being fabulous - yours truly has managed to do a Heavy Metal pose with his hammer (it's a comic/magazine know for fantasy fanart of scantily clad females), SloopyJon with a Balrog outfit that left everyone gaping - and he'd only started it on Tuesday - a truly original and stupendous trio from Legend, and rather surprisingly, a lot of comic stuff from the regulars. One set of Sixties Batman TV villains, recent Batman film lot, movie X-Men (including Sonja as Mystique, who got the nekkid vote) and us, 'Random Comic X-Men The', as we were listed by the organisers. (Ming as Bishop, Me as Psylocke, Meg as Domino, and a drafted movie Rogue and an Evolution Wolverine - sadly we couldn't convince the other Rogue and White Queen to join us). Ming is very happy with his Bishop costume and got a lot of praise and recognition for it. Self got a lot of recognition for the Psylocke (and asking to pose for photos - part character, part the skimpy clothing vote). Have concluded there's a higher percentage of comic fans at cons than we thought previous.
Friday : Prom. We laughed at all the people actually in prom outfits. Ming in his tux is wishing he'd brought his guns along so he could've been 007. Chris (officially Kirsty due to his con badge from Simon) was lovely in Meg's dress and my Psylocke wig. Claire and Sonja were in Lornette corsette things, Riley as pimpmaster supreme, Dr. Evil, Austin Powers, moi as Sally Bowles from Cabaret - discovered a load of people (mostly girls) who apparently had a Cabaret fetish as I got many squeals of 'Sally Bowles! Photo! Now! Utterly fantastic!', and one bloke as Dr. Henry Jones Jr., who I was honour-bound to invite for a dance as dammit, my Indy fetish has to be satisfied, not to mention the utter squeeage of somone in a costume from the same era as I was. "Dr. Jones, have you ever been to Berlin? Sally Bowles at your service, darling, and I recommend the Kit-Kat Club. Best cabaret show in all Berlin."
:cough: There was also Karaoke and singing ourselves hoarse on Saturday night after the Karaoke guy shut up shop at 2am, emergency pizza delivery, Tamara dancing with our group - person joins in a gap of the circle, as happens, and if they're good we let 'em stay. This girl joined us, and it took a double-take for us to realise it was Tamara. She is lovely, sweet, a good dancer and stayed for four songs, thanking us at the end. Closing ceremony, before the guests came on, the camera guys were keeping the crowd amused by filming it - reaction shots as people realised they were being filmed, as well as a few photos of Starfurys past with comments, including a pic of Claire in Chastity costume with a big 'Censored' banner placed over it. One entire song with the bunny hand puppet dancing to it was filmed. Most people either blushed or waved nervously as they were filmed, Little Martin ducked down by flushing himself down the loo, Dr. Evil did little finger to mouth, and yours truly got cheers for them filming me doing my nailpolish, twice cutting away when I looked up, not amused, third time I didn't bother looking up and gave them the finger. Apparently it was memorable. Sniggered over the comment sheets, wrote 'Unban Kristen Jones' on it many times, and yes, the Norbreck is an utter dump. We're very afraid of the floor in the aircraft hanger. It's sticky and yet also slippery.
:deep breath: and I'm spent.
Oh, and
endcredits, where the hell were you?.
