Another slow off the mark day. In retrospect, it's clear I was coming down some sort of con crud, but at the time, I just felt moderately washed out in the morning. Whatever was going on, I slept through the 10 AM Torchwood panel, the 11:30 Q&A with Gene Wolf, and wound up getting to the con too late for either the Hellboy panel with Scott Allie & Mike Mignola or the Patrick Stewart appearance. I also missed, at various points, all of the frakking Babylon 5 panels, and the intriguing panel on the still in production 11th Doctor episodes. I did, however, make omelets for the three of us, and lunches, and clean up a lot of the mess from the raucous Squee party.
I can't recall exactly what M and I did once we actually reached the con, but we soon wound up hanging out with the bubbly nicole_anell
in some other person's suite, waiting for sabaceanbabe
to come by with a video she made for M's birthday (her contribution to freshcraftmills
. THANK YOU VERY MUCH!) For some reason, I was feeling sort of depressed and maybe even crabby.
I went off to catch a panel in the Hyatt about the Space Ghost Coast to Coast cartoon, but I couldn't find the room. Instead, I wandered into the art show, which was OK, and then into the comics room, which was cool. I chatted for a bit with David Petersen about how cool Mouse Guard
was, how well it sold in our store (both the comics and GNS, and the RPG as well), and asked him to keep us in mind if he ever did a signing tour in the Northeast, as we'd be delighted to have for both comics and gaming events. I also spoke with a sales rep for Avatar Press, and learned interesting things about their actual inventory levels, versus our ability to order reships from Diamond.
[I also noticed, but forgot the name of, an artist who did some funny yet hot drawings, featuring stuff like a half-naked Batgirl lying in bed, with the Bat Cave behind her, thinking "Boy Wonder indeed", or Lt. Uhura pulling slave-garbed Princess Leia into a passionate kiss. I actually felt rather self-conscious while I looked the booth over. The artist approved of my grammar matters T-shirt. I think her name was Cat Staggs, but I'm not sure. Cat Staggs, however, definitely did this
awesome Dr. Girlfriend piece, and it looks similar to what I saw, so I'll leave it at that for now.]
Perhaps fortified by my foray into schmoozing retailer mode, I then managed to find spacepug
in the lobby upstairs. I ill-advisedly ate a hot dog and chicken fingers. (No serious consequences, but over the next couple of hours I came to understand that my digestive tract did not approve of these culinary shenanigans, and that I should have waited for similarly overpriced, but tastier, food.) Anyway, SP and I chatted for a bit while we waited for M and her M to join us. fuschia
spotted us, and we socialized for a bit before she went off to a Dark Fantasy panel (?), and then SP and I went and found millari
in the Marriott, and eventually settled down to chat for about 90 minutes about... nothing earth shattering. Gossipy stuff about the housing market in Vancouver, and living with injuries, and other things that I can't even remember. I'm pretty sure I actually let the other two talk for a significant portion of the time, too. It was a high point of the convention for me, though, from the simple joy of spending time with someone I quite like, even though I still don't know her that well, yet. I look forward to our next visit.)
We might have chatted for hours more, except that I noticed there was a BSG panel in five minutes, so we dashed down the stairs and went to that.
and now it's really late, so I'll finish this up tomorrow. I still haven't gotten to our dinner with AJ. :)