Dragon*Con -1
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We have arrived at Dragon*Con.
It's amazing to me how visceral my recollections of last year became sometime around 2pm this afternoon, still in New York, listening to Saturday Saints by Wages of Sin. It was my secret theme song to Dragon*Con last year, and the song that runs through my head when I work on the chick-lit-for-nerd-girls-OMG-what-am-I-doing? project. It's the song I listened to last year, more than half asleep on the airplane, having the most ridiculous and unlikely fantasies.
And then, of course, I actually got to Dragon*Con, where I was overwhelmed by the crowds and invisible in a way I was not used to experiencing because I wasn't in costume or showing a lot of skin and I was a very small fish in a very big pond and I couldn't find the cool parties and I didn't have serendipity, and it was just hard. But it was a really good experience, because aside from making new friends, it really forced me to get a lot of perspective about myself, about my life as a pro and my life as a fan, and, of course, about who I once was and who I am now. So... yeah... complicated.
This year, it seems the theme for me is being a slightly less tiny fish in a giant pond. I've already run into a slew of people who recognized me from here on LJ or last year, and Patty and I had a good dinner in a RIDICULOUS pub, but it was dark and full of con people hiding from the con. I've still got a ton of work to do for all my presentations, and that won't really happen until tomorrow; I still don't know when my fitting is for tomorrow night's fashion show. I still need to email a bunch of people about social plans and meetings.
I think it's going to good this year. I think I'm going to be good. I think it's going to matter. I'm excited. And I have no expectations or hopes or daydreams. But, in some way, walking around looking for food at night, all I can feel is last year. And that's good too in the strange way that it's like wearing someone else's skin. It's the memory of desire thwarted, and it's funny how sometimes that can be a relief.
We have arrived at Dragon*Con.
It's amazing to me how visceral my recollections of last year became sometime around 2pm this afternoon, still in New York, listening to Saturday Saints by Wages of Sin. It was my secret theme song to Dragon*Con last year, and the song that runs through my head when I work on the chick-lit-for-nerd-girls-OMG-what-am-I-doing? project. It's the song I listened to last year, more than half asleep on the airplane, having the most ridiculous and unlikely fantasies.
And then, of course, I actually got to Dragon*Con, where I was overwhelmed by the crowds and invisible in a way I was not used to experiencing because I wasn't in costume or showing a lot of skin and I was a very small fish in a very big pond and I couldn't find the cool parties and I didn't have serendipity, and it was just hard. But it was a really good experience, because aside from making new friends, it really forced me to get a lot of perspective about myself, about my life as a pro and my life as a fan, and, of course, about who I once was and who I am now. So... yeah... complicated.
This year, it seems the theme for me is being a slightly less tiny fish in a giant pond. I've already run into a slew of people who recognized me from here on LJ or last year, and Patty and I had a good dinner in a RIDICULOUS pub, but it was dark and full of con people hiding from the con. I've still got a ton of work to do for all my presentations, and that won't really happen until tomorrow; I still don't know when my fitting is for tomorrow night's fashion show. I still need to email a bunch of people about social plans and meetings.
I think it's going to good this year. I think I'm going to be good. I think it's going to matter. I'm excited. And I have no expectations or hopes or daydreams. But, in some way, walking around looking for food at night, all I can feel is last year. And that's good too in the strange way that it's like wearing someone else's skin. It's the memory of desire thwarted, and it's funny how sometimes that can be a relief.
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Date: 2009-09-04 05:32 am (UTC)(I wish I were at D*C this weekend; I'll just have to do the vicarious attendance thing by reading my flist. Sigh.)
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Date: 2009-09-04 06:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-04 09:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-04 10:53 am (UTC)Um, want reviews?* I'm sure you'll be checking it yourself, and will notice that the top of your head is cut off.** The plane noise was a little bad, but I could understand almost everything - anything I missed, I caught on the second viewing,*** although to this non-New Yorker it felt like you were talking really really fast.
* "Raw, fascinating - an almost shockingly unselfconscious performance!"
** "Ingenious subversion of traditional camera angles"
*** "Bears watching over and over!"
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Date: 2009-09-04 01:46 pm (UTC)I loved your video from the plane!
We're planning on going to D*C next year (this year was just too expensive after multiple trips to NYC and 10 days in California). Hopefully, we'll get to say "Hi!"
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Date: 2009-09-04 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-04 11:09 pm (UTC)But I sort of like to observe things, so am content with that, especially as a n00b.