Duckology report
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burntcopperWeekend bits
Ah, indentured servitude.... Spent large proportion of days wielding petty authority over the photo queues. Spent bugger all - no photos, no autos. Lots of people saw my tat for the first time. The talks I went to were mostly serious and actorly. (aside from the two seconds of communion I went to, where Ian was smuggling us in to the front of the queue since we were on duty) Mostly ran pretty smoothly and on time (aside from the opening and closing and fancy dress, as usual). Even got a Kane concert out of it, which I wasn't aware of up until we were waiting around in the fancy dress area and someone mentioned it. Finally got to hear House Rules, which I've been intrigued about since I saw a reference to it on someone's t-shirt. It was of the yay and squee.
Things of the weekend :
The Norbreck may very well have wireless downstairs. But it's bloody useless if you once you connect to it, you can't get access to anything.
Dario is a furnace. The world needs no hot water bottles if sharing a bed with this man. Add moustache to Dario. See Dario wail about looking like a pedophile. See everyone else snicker immensely.
Got JG Hutzler to leave stage and cleanse himself by turning around three times and knocking before entering by mentioning Macbeth whilst asking a Shakespeare on film vs. theatre question of him and Armin.
There's a category for bress crossdresser and best midriff in the fancy dress. Also, put small child in Venom costume, hear entire hall go 'awwwww'.
Everyone covets lightsabres, but there is no way to stop the DJs using theirs for air guitar. Thus many will take away the image of the Spanish Inquisition duelling and air guitaring with lightsabres.
During a quiet moment in photos, when no-one was doing anything, JG goes 'come, sit, talk to me.' and we end up having a conversation about political spin in newspapers. Yes, dear reader, I did spend the next half hour blinking.
If a man is dressed as Borat, there is no way to stop your eye drifting back to him and to avoid the ensuing mental brain scrub. It also produces screams of horror in *everyone*. I believe Clare Kramer has been utterly traumatised, and this is from the woman who had a ten things I have learned from Starfury list, which included 'chainmail bikinis and full bodypaint are completely acceptable clothing in public'.
Dale Arden looks like a travel agent/someone going to work. Ack. I still say mum had this exact outfit in her wardrobe in the 80s. But anyone from a Flash Gordon group when asked what they're dressed as needs to grab Flash to get the recognition braincells churning. Upon which you then get the 'oh, cool!' response.
Five doctors are cool. But we're still not entirely sure who we can get to do Colin Baker if we get the entire lot. Seriously, it'd be easier to get a William Hartnell than a Colin Baker.
Aric made a spectacle of himself *again*. No sleep, chug half a bottle of whisky, throw up, then rushing around trying to get stuff done - no-one was surprised when he collapsed. :sigh: Aric. Yes, you have no social graces whatsoever or concept of boundaries. On the one hand, we wish we could just get rid of him. On the other hand, he is getting better and he just resembles a big dumb puppy who wants to play the entire time. He pisses the stewards off but we've clearly developed a soft spot and the typical response is a sigh, eyeroll and 'It's Aric, what can you do?'.
If you were in a photo queue that weekend, you almost certainly heard the new mantra being rapped out : 'This is your last chance to do hair and makeup. There are no mirrors in there. Flies done up and mobiles off? Good. There will be no groping of the photographer, no matter how pretty he is. Now get your arse against that wall, we have wheelchairs. Ah, petty authority is a wondeful thing.' Yes, there was instance of 'you in the blue shirt, check your fly.' Oddly, this approach seems to make repeat queuers ask you questions and start talking to you.... New secret weapon of the stewards : Andy's Child Army. No, we're not telling you what they do. But they're very effective.
Photos later.
Ah, indentured servitude.... Spent large proportion of days wielding petty authority over the photo queues. Spent bugger all - no photos, no autos. Lots of people saw my tat for the first time. The talks I went to were mostly serious and actorly. (aside from the two seconds of communion I went to, where Ian was smuggling us in to the front of the queue since we were on duty) Mostly ran pretty smoothly and on time (aside from the opening and closing and fancy dress, as usual). Even got a Kane concert out of it, which I wasn't aware of up until we were waiting around in the fancy dress area and someone mentioned it. Finally got to hear House Rules, which I've been intrigued about since I saw a reference to it on someone's t-shirt. It was of the yay and squee.
Things of the weekend :
The Norbreck may very well have wireless downstairs. But it's bloody useless if you once you connect to it, you can't get access to anything.
Dario is a furnace. The world needs no hot water bottles if sharing a bed with this man. Add moustache to Dario. See Dario wail about looking like a pedophile. See everyone else snicker immensely.
Got JG Hutzler to leave stage and cleanse himself by turning around three times and knocking before entering by mentioning Macbeth whilst asking a Shakespeare on film vs. theatre question of him and Armin.
There's a category for bress crossdresser and best midriff in the fancy dress. Also, put small child in Venom costume, hear entire hall go 'awwwww'.
Everyone covets lightsabres, but there is no way to stop the DJs using theirs for air guitar. Thus many will take away the image of the Spanish Inquisition duelling and air guitaring with lightsabres.
During a quiet moment in photos, when no-one was doing anything, JG goes 'come, sit, talk to me.' and we end up having a conversation about political spin in newspapers. Yes, dear reader, I did spend the next half hour blinking.
If a man is dressed as Borat, there is no way to stop your eye drifting back to him and to avoid the ensuing mental brain scrub. It also produces screams of horror in *everyone*. I believe Clare Kramer has been utterly traumatised, and this is from the woman who had a ten things I have learned from Starfury list, which included 'chainmail bikinis and full bodypaint are completely acceptable clothing in public'.
Dale Arden looks like a travel agent/someone going to work. Ack. I still say mum had this exact outfit in her wardrobe in the 80s. But anyone from a Flash Gordon group when asked what they're dressed as needs to grab Flash to get the recognition braincells churning. Upon which you then get the 'oh, cool!' response.
Five doctors are cool. But we're still not entirely sure who we can get to do Colin Baker if we get the entire lot. Seriously, it'd be easier to get a William Hartnell than a Colin Baker.
Aric made a spectacle of himself *again*. No sleep, chug half a bottle of whisky, throw up, then rushing around trying to get stuff done - no-one was surprised when he collapsed. :sigh: Aric. Yes, you have no social graces whatsoever or concept of boundaries. On the one hand, we wish we could just get rid of him. On the other hand, he is getting better and he just resembles a big dumb puppy who wants to play the entire time. He pisses the stewards off but we've clearly developed a soft spot and the typical response is a sigh, eyeroll and 'It's Aric, what can you do?'.
If you were in a photo queue that weekend, you almost certainly heard the new mantra being rapped out : 'This is your last chance to do hair and makeup. There are no mirrors in there. Flies done up and mobiles off? Good. There will be no groping of the photographer, no matter how pretty he is. Now get your arse against that wall, we have wheelchairs. Ah, petty authority is a wondeful thing.' Yes, there was instance of 'you in the blue shirt, check your fly.' Oddly, this approach seems to make repeat queuers ask you questions and start talking to you.... New secret weapon of the stewards : Andy's Child Army. No, we're not telling you what they do. But they're very effective.
Photos later.
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Date: 2007-06-15 02:33 pm (UTC)Sorry I didn't see much of you (figuratively speaking obviously as you were shedding grass skirt at an alarming rate during some of the con dances) at the weekend, but no doubt I'll see you in the pub tomorrow.
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Date: 2007-06-15 10:23 pm (UTC)