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!"
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!"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.
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on 2009-11-30 09:40 pm (UTC)I have a 21 inch waist without a corset; I so want one. So so so much.
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on 2009-11-30 09:51 pm (UTC)(Omg corset! I think you would suit one very well. :))
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on 2009-11-30 09:44 pm (UTC)And I think it's written Qapla', but the sentiment is noted.
Woo, good luck with the applications!
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on 2009-11-30 09:45 pm (UTC)(Thank you!)
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on 2009-11-30 09:53 pm (UTC)You would know this if you had the Klingon Hamlet. Possibly.
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on 2009-12-01 02:57 am (UTC)I was going to say q'apla, but I think you're right about where the apostrophe goes, actually. Also it looks wrong with a small q...
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on 2009-11-30 09:46 pm (UTC)TRIBBLE.
I have only seen the first episode of Boston Legal. It's quite good, though it does open with a Hilarious Angry Black Woman - but it tries to redeem itself after that. I was unsure. Still, Rene Auberjonois and James Spader and William Shatner. I mostly watched it going "Rene Auberjonois has a FACE!".
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on 2009-11-30 09:49 pm (UTC)I am enjoying it so far, but the HABW is precisely what's irritating me about it; I'm told it is very good by people who tend to be right about things, so I'm tempted to give it the benefit of the doubt for the moment.
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on 2009-12-01 07:11 pm (UTC)appropriate icon is appropriate
on 2009-11-30 11:53 pm (UTC)Dude, I brought this to everyone's attention YEARS ago, but few cared for some reason. Boston. Legal. Wins. In. Every. Possible. Way. True story. Shatner even makes Klingon jokes. (Rene Auberjonois is in the whole series, though less towards the end).
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on 2009-12-01 02:54 am (UTC)Also, corsets are SO GREAT. I found a corset shop on eBay and have so far purchased two very happy making corsets. I have not yet worked up the courage to wear one as a top in its own right, but maybe one day. Until then, they have made me A PILE OF BREASTS in various balls, as you may remember me mentioning. *g*
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on 2009-12-01 07:13 pm (UTC)have made me A PILE OF BREASTS in various balls
What have I told you about saying that when I am drinking hot liquids? *splutters* Pile of breasts. Ahahahahaha. I do not know why I find this phrase so inherently hilarious.
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on 2009-12-01 10:50 am (UTC)So maybe I am a geek, but very specifically a careers geek. Hmmm.
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on 2009-12-01 07:26 pm (UTC)The programmes in question are actually not legal philosophy so-called - they're both traditional, general LLM programmes where you can basically take anything on the entire law school syllabus. And while corporate taxation is all very well for some, I'd be going for courses in Bentham and Weber and positivism and natural law and Rawls and Dworkin and intersections with metaethics and other such cool stuff.
Heh, apparently I'm a geek about legal philosophy, who knew. :P
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on 2009-12-01 02:32 pm (UTC)It sounds like you had A Tremendous Time. :D
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on 2011-03-03 02:02 am (UTC)(I do not either have a problem. *lol*)