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valarltd"I'm on my way to MicroCon, and I'm really glad I'm going there
I'll drive down the road for 500 miles and hope I don't need the spare..."
Wednesday:
Drove 552 miles to Mom's house. Long darn trip. Fortunately, Bunny is v. good conversationalist. She let out a huge belch and announced "Use the Burps, Puke!" in a Yoda voice. She decided she would call the Yoda "Bota" like a wineskin.
Much exhaustion. Finished afghan, packed properly. Getting up at 4 AM to make 7 AM flight.
Thursday: Make airport in good time. Sit for a second to scribble kids' medical insurance info for Mom. Wallet falls out of pocket. Arrive at ticket counter without it. Burst into tears when discover Mom had left. Her place is an hour from the airport. I call, talk to stepdad. Mom calls me back on cell. She comes back, we arrange a later flight (Angel's Stupidity Charge for the day: $25). Grocery store, hike out to pond with kids. Ticks bad this year. Dollface acquires many, I catch 2. Catch later flight with no incident.
Flight smooth to Cincinnati. Learned to set wristwatch.
Flight at Cincinnati delayed. And delayed. 1.5 hour layover becomes 3 hour layover. Depart an hour after was supposed to arrive in Detroit.
Boys insisted on peering out of pocket for flight. Gave the landing a 4.5. V. rough.
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jkb met at airport, looking desperate. Murphy's influence apparently not limited to only Angel's life. Back to her apartment, meet walkerminion. Call out for pizza: spinach, feta cheese and garlic. Becomes rapidly apparent not only Murphy but Loki playing silly buggers with poor zine editors. Crash around 2 AM.
Friday:
Much Zine insanity. Murphy continues to play silly buggers with editors.
jkb lends me her car to go to the con, as I must run panels. I tank it, then get caught in traffic. BAD accident on freeway. Much stop and go. Thank goodness, and hubby, I can drive a stick-shift.
Made my 6 PM filk panel. Wound up running it. I talked about history and origins, back to the 17th century. We sang a bit. "Banned from Argo" of course, "What do you do with a drunken Vulcan." And i favored them with the chorus of "The Moose Song:"
"And it's moose, moose, I likes a moose.
I've never had anything quite like a moose
I've had many lovers, my life has been loose,
But I've never had anything quite like a moose."
(The tune is "Sweet Betsy from Pike")
7 PM was the Homoerotic Subtext panel. We talked about where we see it, how we see it, and what constitutes subtext. Very interesting, as had one lady who had difficulty seeing subtext. Pointed out Star Trek not only gave us the first interracial kiss on TV, but the first passionate same sex kiss, and the first same-sex rape on prime-time. The former is from "The Empath." Spock takes McCoy's pulse, but lingers to caress his hand. Obviously the Vulcan equivalent of French-kissing, given the fingertip touches we've seen between Sarek and Amanda. The latter is from "Mirror, Mirror" where Spock mind-rapes the dr.
Tracked downsidewinder at her dealer's booth. Nice jewelry. I just don't wear any. Met ninglor and caraloup at the hobbit party. Both are much shorter than I expected. Cara not as, well, fluffy as her email leads one to believe. Very intense soft spoken ladies, both.
Found the Forces of Empire "Gone to Hell" party. Twi'lek bartender v. cute. Flirted with handsome greying man who bore passing resemblance to Lucius Malfoy (not as pretty), in red velvet. Interrupted by arrival of Han Solo. Accurate black and white costume, and the guy actually looks a lot like Harrison Ford. He made the comment we needed a "Got Sin?" poster above the bar, as they'd had on Pennsic T-shirts a couple years ago. Wafted pheremones his direction to no effect. Really missed having worn my horns. One broke. Must make new set.
Drove back tojkb's place to find Loki still buggering editors.
Saturday:
Early morning drive to con.
10 A. Vampires in Literature Panel. Stayed pretty quiet, as had actual published vampire author: Jean Lorreh on panel. Her new book Blood will Tell is great. She held a drawing for the 5 promo copies. I WON! SQUEE! I gave my comments on the folklore of the vampire and how it varies by country, complicating research. Also brought up the "Vampire as Disease" metaphor, suggesting the eroticization of the vampire occurred in Victorian England because of syphilis, and returned during the sexual revolution. The gay aspects (Anne Rice and Chelsea Quinn Yarboro) came in about the same time as AIDS. It's a zeitgeist thing.
12 Noon: How the New Trilogy affects our views of the GFFA. Much bitching. And we all hate different things. One hates that Lucas is not using the continuity from EU, one that the characters are so flat. I decried the sensual detail stuff. Ooo pretty CGI, but no one LIVES in the temple or even the Lars place. Mentioned the Prequels suffer from the limits of their format. No dramatic tension because we know what must happen. They are the CGI equivalent of an unfolding trainwreck, but we can't look away.
1 PM Objects of Torture. Much discussion of who we torture, how and why. Had one person keep trying to relate it back to real BDSM, to suggest exploration of post-torture feelings. Hurt- Comfort came into it as well. General agreement some characters: Blair, Obi-Wan, Paris, Luke, have bullseyes drawn on them. Fun to hurt the pretties... Had to lead alone, asjkb still caught in Zine Hell.
3 PM Erotica vs. Porn. Oh stars was this fun! General consensus: erotica sees characters as people, while porn sees them as parts. Much discussion of mores, language use, etc. General consensus that anything using measurements is probably porn, and "pumped jets of hot seed from his massive 8" cock into her quivering womb" was porn. Also duly noted that there are no good words for female genitalia. Really needs to go 2 hours.
4 PM Whose Line is it anyway? Silliness. Played Spock in sketch using various TV and film styles. Star Trek done in the fashion of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood is a trip. Also was an alien looking for experimental subjects on The Dating game. Managed to avoid anal probe joke.
Quick bite at Ponderosa. Read new zine: Bound and Determined. Spanking is not my kink.
7 PM Bad Show, Good Fanfic. Discussed use of fanfic to plug plotholes.
Masquerade: Stage-ninja as part of gofer duties. Lined up chairs and contestants, made sure no one hit the speaker or fell off the stage.
High points:
Ringwraith Barbie.
Mootant X: a cross-species, trangendered cow from another planet.
Any Fett: generic Mandalorian Armor. Held up Solo wanted poster. Audience helpfully pointed him out (back row, hiding in his stormtrooper helm).
Spongebob: went to pieces. I had to collect them
Nick Knight in two permutations
Mary Sue
Mama Jedi and Baby Padawan. (Talkative 6 mo old baby)
Dog Ho and his Tiny Bubbles Dancers. Three second graders in sarongs hula-ing. V. Cute.
Aku. From Samurai Jack.
Dark Jedi.
A Sister Act
A very excellent Hobbit lady
And the winner: Snape and McGonagel. They looked the parts, and the costumes were great.
Later complimented by MC on handling of Stage-ninja work.
Some room running. Checked into hotel about 1 AM. Pimped zine.
Desk clerk bought copy.
Sunday:
Up early because of 9 AM registration duties. I thought "Registration on the last full day? Easy- peasy." Wrong! That's the day when everyone registers for next year. Busy, productive hour.
Watched videos. Overly impressed by California Crew. "Mi Vida Loca" done for Remington Steele was fun and "My Ireland" set to LotR choked me right up. Diana Williams' "R-E-S-P-E- C-T" was great and slashy (even if I don't like the artist, Pink, at all).
No one showed for the 2 PM "Now that I have you in my clutches Mr. Bond" perilfic panel, so I skipped out to KFC for some lunch.
Sanctuay Moon zine finished! Very gorgeous. Lots of illos. Loki and Murphy dismissed summarily as zine delivered into hands of marketers.
The 4 PM Misogyny in Slash panel needed to run two hours. We discussed various forms of misogyny, from making every male in the universe gay and insisting that male-male sex is better than male-female could ever be to specific character hatred (Christine Chapel) to generalized body hatred among women. The exaggerating of female flaws, coupled with a denial of male flaws showed up. Yes, Chapel is badly written, and has nothing to do. That doesn't make her a stupid bitch. Avon is a mass murderer and writers are willing to redeem him.
The idea of jealousy "She's unworthy of our boys" came up. I mentioned I'd wanted to be Indiana Jones, and I wanted a brilliant, strong woman who could pull her weight along. Someone like Marion and Elsa. Not a useless twit like Willie Scott who screams her head off, complains about every little discomfort, etc.
The "Sheep Panthers and Plotbunnies" panel at 5 got off to a slow start, and I lost some of my audience. Those who stuck with us got into a rousing discussion of how fans create a symbology of their own. (Also got to see how outsiders don't always grok the symbols even when explained)
No one showed for the I Made This panel which was up against the art auction.
Worked 4 hours in Zine Reading Room, and helped with Fan Fund Auction. "Synergy 2" is a great zine.
Monday
9 A Panel on Darkfic. Very Small. Late for it too, and dismissed it early. Errands to run.
10 A-Noon: played Cerberus at the doors of the Dealers' Room
Rounded up my gear, and companions. Made some goodbyes, and headed out for the airport.
Luggage had a dozen zines. Hat had 7 buttons on the band. Angel had a whanging headache from too much con.
I find flying delightful. Take-off is very exciting, almost a orgasmic experience. The buildup of acceleration, the rising excitement on the runway, then the moment of release, when the ground falls away.
Sister picked me up and prolonged fannish high a bit longer. Had bought her a "Beefstick and Lambchop" mug, which tickled her. Mom was so pissy she wouldn't talk to me, only gave me a letter to read. Talk about bringing me down hard when I'm already crashing.
Dad more supportive, but v. worried about his own court date on Tues. Slept hard and well.
Tuesday.
Up early, loaded van and left about 7. Long fraggin' drive.
"I'm on my way home from MicroCon,
and I'm driving in a terrible state.
My entire head feels like it is dead
And should have been shipped in a crate."
Got home about 6:30. Hubby pleased to see me. Took us for pizza and then 200 e-mail and skip=350 on livejournal.
I'll drive down the road for 500 miles and hope I don't need the spare..."
Wednesday:
Drove 552 miles to Mom's house. Long darn trip. Fortunately, Bunny is v. good conversationalist. She let out a huge belch and announced "Use the Burps, Puke!" in a Yoda voice. She decided she would call the Yoda "Bota" like a wineskin.
Much exhaustion. Finished afghan, packed properly. Getting up at 4 AM to make 7 AM flight.
Thursday: Make airport in good time. Sit for a second to scribble kids' medical insurance info for Mom. Wallet falls out of pocket. Arrive at ticket counter without it. Burst into tears when discover Mom had left. Her place is an hour from the airport. I call, talk to stepdad. Mom calls me back on cell. She comes back, we arrange a later flight (Angel's Stupidity Charge for the day: $25). Grocery store, hike out to pond with kids. Ticks bad this year. Dollface acquires many, I catch 2. Catch later flight with no incident.
Flight smooth to Cincinnati. Learned to set wristwatch.
Flight at Cincinnati delayed. And delayed. 1.5 hour layover becomes 3 hour layover. Depart an hour after was supposed to arrive in Detroit.
Boys insisted on peering out of pocket for flight. Gave the landing a 4.5. V. rough.
jkb met at airport, looking desperate. Murphy's influence apparently not limited to only Angel's life. Back to her apartment, meet walkerminion. Call out for pizza: spinach, feta cheese and garlic. Becomes rapidly apparent not only Murphy but Loki playing silly buggers with poor zine editors. Crash around 2 AM.Friday:
Much Zine insanity. Murphy continues to play silly buggers with editors.
jkb lends me her car to go to the con, as I must run panels. I tank it, then get caught in traffic. BAD accident on freeway. Much stop and go. Thank goodness, and hubby, I can drive a stick-shift.Made my 6 PM filk panel. Wound up running it. I talked about history and origins, back to the 17th century. We sang a bit. "Banned from Argo" of course, "What do you do with a drunken Vulcan." And i favored them with the chorus of "The Moose Song:"
"And it's moose, moose, I likes a moose.
I've never had anything quite like a moose
I've had many lovers, my life has been loose,
But I've never had anything quite like a moose."
(The tune is "Sweet Betsy from Pike")
7 PM was the Homoerotic Subtext panel. We talked about where we see it, how we see it, and what constitutes subtext. Very interesting, as had one lady who had difficulty seeing subtext. Pointed out Star Trek not only gave us the first interracial kiss on TV, but the first passionate same sex kiss, and the first same-sex rape on prime-time. The former is from "The Empath." Spock takes McCoy's pulse, but lingers to caress his hand. Obviously the Vulcan equivalent of French-kissing, given the fingertip touches we've seen between Sarek and Amanda. The latter is from "Mirror, Mirror" where Spock mind-rapes the dr.
Tracked down
sidewinder at her dealer's booth. Nice jewelry. I just don't wear any. Met ninglor and caraloup at the hobbit party. Both are much shorter than I expected. Cara not as, well, fluffy as her email leads one to believe. Very intense soft spoken ladies, both.Found the Forces of Empire "Gone to Hell" party. Twi'lek bartender v. cute. Flirted with handsome greying man who bore passing resemblance to Lucius Malfoy (not as pretty), in red velvet. Interrupted by arrival of Han Solo. Accurate black and white costume, and the guy actually looks a lot like Harrison Ford. He made the comment we needed a "Got Sin?" poster above the bar, as they'd had on Pennsic T-shirts a couple years ago. Wafted pheremones his direction to no effect. Really missed having worn my horns. One broke. Must make new set.
Drove back to
jkb's place to find Loki still buggering editors.Saturday:
Early morning drive to con.
10 A. Vampires in Literature Panel. Stayed pretty quiet, as had actual published vampire author: Jean Lorreh on panel. Her new book Blood will Tell is great. She held a drawing for the 5 promo copies. I WON! SQUEE! I gave my comments on the folklore of the vampire and how it varies by country, complicating research. Also brought up the "Vampire as Disease" metaphor, suggesting the eroticization of the vampire occurred in Victorian England because of syphilis, and returned during the sexual revolution. The gay aspects (Anne Rice and Chelsea Quinn Yarboro) came in about the same time as AIDS. It's a zeitgeist thing.
12 Noon: How the New Trilogy affects our views of the GFFA. Much bitching. And we all hate different things. One hates that Lucas is not using the continuity from EU, one that the characters are so flat. I decried the sensual detail stuff. Ooo pretty CGI, but no one LIVES in the temple or even the Lars place. Mentioned the Prequels suffer from the limits of their format. No dramatic tension because we know what must happen. They are the CGI equivalent of an unfolding trainwreck, but we can't look away.
1 PM Objects of Torture. Much discussion of who we torture, how and why. Had one person keep trying to relate it back to real BDSM, to suggest exploration of post-torture feelings. Hurt- Comfort came into it as well. General agreement some characters: Blair, Obi-Wan, Paris, Luke, have bullseyes drawn on them. Fun to hurt the pretties... Had to lead alone, as
jkb still caught in Zine Hell.3 PM Erotica vs. Porn. Oh stars was this fun! General consensus: erotica sees characters as people, while porn sees them as parts. Much discussion of mores, language use, etc. General consensus that anything using measurements is probably porn, and "pumped jets of hot seed from his massive 8" cock into her quivering womb" was porn. Also duly noted that there are no good words for female genitalia. Really needs to go 2 hours.
4 PM Whose Line is it anyway? Silliness. Played Spock in sketch using various TV and film styles. Star Trek done in the fashion of Mr. Roger's Neighborhood is a trip. Also was an alien looking for experimental subjects on The Dating game. Managed to avoid anal probe joke.
Quick bite at Ponderosa. Read new zine: Bound and Determined. Spanking is not my kink.
7 PM Bad Show, Good Fanfic. Discussed use of fanfic to plug plotholes.
Masquerade: Stage-ninja as part of gofer duties. Lined up chairs and contestants, made sure no one hit the speaker or fell off the stage.
High points:
Ringwraith Barbie.
Mootant X: a cross-species, trangendered cow from another planet.
Any Fett: generic Mandalorian Armor. Held up Solo wanted poster. Audience helpfully pointed him out (back row, hiding in his stormtrooper helm).
Spongebob: went to pieces. I had to collect them
Nick Knight in two permutations
Mary Sue
Mama Jedi and Baby Padawan. (Talkative 6 mo old baby)
Dog Ho and his Tiny Bubbles Dancers. Three second graders in sarongs hula-ing. V. Cute.
Aku. From Samurai Jack.
Dark Jedi.
A Sister Act
A very excellent Hobbit lady
And the winner: Snape and McGonagel. They looked the parts, and the costumes were great.
Later complimented by MC on handling of Stage-ninja work.
Some room running. Checked into hotel about 1 AM. Pimped zine.
Desk clerk bought copy.
Sunday:
Up early because of 9 AM registration duties. I thought "Registration on the last full day? Easy- peasy." Wrong! That's the day when everyone registers for next year. Busy, productive hour.
Watched videos. Overly impressed by California Crew. "Mi Vida Loca" done for Remington Steele was fun and "My Ireland" set to LotR choked me right up. Diana Williams' "R-E-S-P-E- C-T" was great and slashy (even if I don't like the artist, Pink, at all).
No one showed for the 2 PM "Now that I have you in my clutches Mr. Bond" perilfic panel, so I skipped out to KFC for some lunch.
Sanctuay Moon zine finished! Very gorgeous. Lots of illos. Loki and Murphy dismissed summarily as zine delivered into hands of marketers.
The 4 PM Misogyny in Slash panel needed to run two hours. We discussed various forms of misogyny, from making every male in the universe gay and insisting that male-male sex is better than male-female could ever be to specific character hatred (Christine Chapel) to generalized body hatred among women. The exaggerating of female flaws, coupled with a denial of male flaws showed up. Yes, Chapel is badly written, and has nothing to do. That doesn't make her a stupid bitch. Avon is a mass murderer and writers are willing to redeem him.
The idea of jealousy "She's unworthy of our boys" came up. I mentioned I'd wanted to be Indiana Jones, and I wanted a brilliant, strong woman who could pull her weight along. Someone like Marion and Elsa. Not a useless twit like Willie Scott who screams her head off, complains about every little discomfort, etc.
The "Sheep Panthers and Plotbunnies" panel at 5 got off to a slow start, and I lost some of my audience. Those who stuck with us got into a rousing discussion of how fans create a symbology of their own. (Also got to see how outsiders don't always grok the symbols even when explained)
No one showed for the I Made This panel which was up against the art auction.
Worked 4 hours in Zine Reading Room, and helped with Fan Fund Auction. "Synergy 2" is a great zine.
Monday
9 A Panel on Darkfic. Very Small. Late for it too, and dismissed it early. Errands to run.
10 A-Noon: played Cerberus at the doors of the Dealers' Room
Rounded up my gear, and companions. Made some goodbyes, and headed out for the airport.
Luggage had a dozen zines. Hat had 7 buttons on the band. Angel had a whanging headache from too much con.
I find flying delightful. Take-off is very exciting, almost a orgasmic experience. The buildup of acceleration, the rising excitement on the runway, then the moment of release, when the ground falls away.
Sister picked me up and prolonged fannish high a bit longer. Had bought her a "Beefstick and Lambchop" mug, which tickled her. Mom was so pissy she wouldn't talk to me, only gave me a letter to read. Talk about bringing me down hard when I'm already crashing.
Dad more supportive, but v. worried about his own court date on Tues. Slept hard and well.
Tuesday.
Up early, loaded van and left about 7. Long fraggin' drive.
"I'm on my way home from MicroCon,
and I'm driving in a terrible state.
My entire head feels like it is dead
And should have been shipped in a crate."
Got home about 6:30. Hubby pleased to see me. Took us for pizza and then 200 e-mail and skip=350 on livejournal.
