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London Collectormania, November 2009
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hathy_col writes, "Iona sings songs of the great Tribble hunt. She has a statue in the hall of warriors with a Tribble in one hand and Kirk's head in the other!"
( okay, so I was unnecessarily freaked out by the tribble )
Look, it makes happy noises, which are freaky, and then it makes irritated noises, which are freakier. And it's all fuzzy and creepy and whatnot, and then it sort of leaps out at you from wherever someone has it hidden, and, er.
Kapla, I say. Kapla.
London Collectormania was a lot of fun, in the end. It was at the Olympia, on two levels, which as Colleen said, was a vast improvement on previous incarnations, as there was actual space to see everyone and everything, and if you felt like it you could stand at the edge of the upper gallery and look out over costumes and Daleks and brightly coloured mohawks and geeks and the coming of their kingdom of heaven.
hathy_col and ann_pan and I drifted around getting into trouble, mostly. Highlights:
-Aforementioned Tribble. So fluffly. So very frightening.
-Gareth David Lloyd, who is adorable but should stop slicking his hair back. He did one panel talk with Kai Owen where he admitted to being in a pantomime in Preston as Prince Charming. (With songs from High School Musical, oh I wish I were kidding.) "None of you are actually going to go and see it, are you?" he asked at one point.
Well, I am home on December 23rd. Colleen and I are finding the phrase "IANTO PANTO" inherently amazing. Um.
-Costumery! There were a lot of Imperial Stormtroopers running around, as usual, and an odd reptilian thing I found very disturbing, and lots of furries.emerald_embers and I both fell in love with five-year-old Castiel in a very sharp suit and very feathery wings. "I am the angel of the Lord!" D'awwwwww.
-Corsetry! I love how people just assume that goths are into geekery and are usually right, so we spent quite a bit of time at a tiny little corset shop squished between two dealers' tables. Colleen got a beautiful silvery corset, and I considered it, but eventually decided against it; not before the nice woman selling them had laced me into the closest corset to hand and then said blithely, "Oh, no, we can get you into one smaller."
For the record, my waist is not designed to be squished to 22 inches. But it was a very nice corset.
-But my favourite part of it was meeting Rene Auberjonois. When I arrived Colleen and Ann had already got his autograph, and I didn't really want one, so I suggested we just go and talk to him anyway. There was nobody at his table. It seemed logical.
"No," Colleen said.
"Why," I said.
"Because I'm scared I'll open my mouth and 'I NAMED MY CAR AFTER YOU!' will come out!"
I thought this was fair enough. But I went to say hello anyway, and he was very, very, very nice. Nobody mentioned that I suggested Colleen name her car Odo (she actually named it Odo'ital), and nobody's tongue actually fell out.
Speaking of Rene Auberjonois, he is in the first episode of Boston Legal! How did I not know this? There are whole minutes of him, James Spader and William Shatner in the SAME ROOM. BEING LAWYERS. Come on. You are all fired.
Yes, it was a lovely day; in the afternoon I went away for a while to see some of my university friends, and returned in time to help scrapeemerald_embers off the proverbial ceiling and set out into the rain. (And missed George Takei! Which is a great shame, as he was the other person I was very excited about seeing; on the other hand, it would have been Colleen having to stop me from opening my mouth and having "And one day, when you least expect it, I will HAVE SEX WITH YOU!" come out, so perhaps it's just as well.)
Getting home was a logistical nightmare - first there were no trains out of Paddington, and then there were no trains out of Didcot, and then there were no buses, and then there were no taxis, and then it was nearly midnight and I was very bedraggled, but I think it was all worth the rain.
In other news, yesterday I applied to NYU and the University of Chicago for their graduate programmes in legal philosophy. I will tell y'all about this when the old brain has, y'know, processed it.
hathy_col writes, "Iona sings songs of the great Tribble hunt. She has a statue in the hall of warriors with a Tribble in one hand and Kirk's head in the other!"( okay, so I was unnecessarily freaked out by the tribble )
Look, it makes happy noises, which are freaky, and then it makes irritated noises, which are freakier. And it's all fuzzy and creepy and whatnot, and then it sort of leaps out at you from wherever someone has it hidden, and, er.
Kapla, I say. Kapla.
London Collectormania was a lot of fun, in the end. It was at the Olympia, on two levels, which as Colleen said, was a vast improvement on previous incarnations, as there was actual space to see everyone and everything, and if you felt like it you could stand at the edge of the upper gallery and look out over costumes and Daleks and brightly coloured mohawks and geeks and the coming of their kingdom of heaven.
hathy_col and ann_pan and I drifted around getting into trouble, mostly. Highlights:-Aforementioned Tribble. So fluffly. So very frightening.
-Gareth David Lloyd, who is adorable but should stop slicking his hair back. He did one panel talk with Kai Owen where he admitted to being in a pantomime in Preston as Prince Charming. (With songs from High School Musical, oh I wish I were kidding.) "None of you are actually going to go and see it, are you?" he asked at one point.
Well, I am home on December 23rd. Colleen and I are finding the phrase "IANTO PANTO" inherently amazing. Um.
-Costumery! There were a lot of Imperial Stormtroopers running around, as usual, and an odd reptilian thing I found very disturbing, and lots of furries.
emerald_embers and I both fell in love with five-year-old Castiel in a very sharp suit and very feathery wings. "I am the angel of the Lord!" D'awwwwww. -Corsetry! I love how people just assume that goths are into geekery and are usually right, so we spent quite a bit of time at a tiny little corset shop squished between two dealers' tables. Colleen got a beautiful silvery corset, and I considered it, but eventually decided against it; not before the nice woman selling them had laced me into the closest corset to hand and then said blithely, "Oh, no, we can get you into one smaller."
For the record, my waist is not designed to be squished to 22 inches. But it was a very nice corset.
-But my favourite part of it was meeting Rene Auberjonois. When I arrived Colleen and Ann had already got his autograph, and I didn't really want one, so I suggested we just go and talk to him anyway. There was nobody at his table. It seemed logical.
"No," Colleen said.
"Why," I said.
"Because I'm scared I'll open my mouth and 'I NAMED MY CAR AFTER YOU!' will come out!"
I thought this was fair enough. But I went to say hello anyway, and he was very, very, very nice. Nobody mentioned that I suggested Colleen name her car Odo (she actually named it Odo'ital), and nobody's tongue actually fell out.
Speaking of Rene Auberjonois, he is in the first episode of Boston Legal! How did I not know this? There are whole minutes of him, James Spader and William Shatner in the SAME ROOM. BEING LAWYERS. Come on. You are all fired.
Yes, it was a lovely day; in the afternoon I went away for a while to see some of my university friends, and returned in time to help scrape
emerald_embers off the proverbial ceiling and set out into the rain. (And missed George Takei! Which is a great shame, as he was the other person I was very excited about seeing; on the other hand, it would have been Colleen having to stop me from opening my mouth and having "And one day, when you least expect it, I will HAVE SEX WITH YOU!" come out, so perhaps it's just as well.)Getting home was a logistical nightmare - first there were no trains out of Paddington, and then there were no trains out of Didcot, and then there were no buses, and then there were no taxis, and then it was nearly midnight and I was very bedraggled, but I think it was all worth the rain.
In other news, yesterday I applied to NYU and the University of Chicago for their graduate programmes in legal philosophy. I will tell y'all about this when the old brain has, y'know, processed it.
