FLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIST. I have returned from TEH COMICON, where I saw ERIC KRIPKE and SERA GAMBLE and JENSEN ACKLES (Jared was not there, and the whole room went 'Aaaaaaawwww...') and BEN EDLUND, who is the most adorable pale skinny geek pirate ever. The whole was fucking awesome, which is actually not what I expected. I know you are all gasping in shock, and ready to disown me, but here's how it is. I'm from the old skool hardcore days when you just didn't talk about fandom. I've always been very hush-hush about my fangirlishness, and cons and panels and such make me squirmy and embarrassed. Don't ask me to explain this, it's just some deeply ingrained shame that I have to deal with.( Panel! )
I was supposed to meet up with loveisimmortal
, but that didn't actually happen (see below). I saw her from a distance and waved and hollered, but alas, no quality time.
I went to Horton Plaza to get food, because I hadn't eaten since I gave blood that morning. (P.S. The goodie bag they give you for giving blood at Comicon is pretty cool. My brother now has an awesome Picard action figure. He came with a flute and everything.)
After a slice of the most delicious pizza in all creation, I met up with grimmus
and he was his usual badass self. He was squeeful because he got several of his comics and graphic novels signed. Whenever I hang out with him, he just ends up following me around while I faff about and spend money. Comicon is no exception, I guess. But my own failboat aside, he is very good company for several reasons, not the least of which is that he is very gentlemanly.
And now I am home, eating butter fudge, loving my new shoes, and vaguely stressing about the fact that I am not even half packed to go to Thailand tomorrow. I'll try to post tomorrow before we leave. :)