We went back to the con!

treacle_tartlet  and I slugged our way back out to Melbourne Supanova today. We were more useful as con goers today! We went to panels and saw James Marsters (very funny, very sweet) and Gareth David Lloyd (a wee bit pissed, he alleges, and I believe him), but did not see Karl Urban nor Mary McDonnell, whose hair I have long admired.

I have the best autographed photo ever for annes_stuff  from the truly delightful Karl Urban. I asked for three words and received a paragraph, because Kiwis are generally lovely people and apparently rather hot Kiwi actors are even lovelier than the general. He's a bit of all right, that one.

However, this pales when compared to treacle's haul of Gareth David-Lloyd memorabilia. She has photos, signatures, and his fingerprints and lipprints all over her baby. Indeed, when he was cuddling and cooing at said baby during the autograph session, James Marsters leaned across and declared 'Best fangift EVER!'

Which is why this evening, treacle and I found ourselves at a cocktail do, sitting either side of GDL, while he held the Treaclette and cooed and cossetted her to sleep. If you are looking for an internationally known televisual figure to mind your nine-day-old infant, we highly recommend Gareth David-Lloyd. And his girlfriend was similarly charming and good with the tiny and squishy.

All in all, despite feeling about 104 surrounded by all the young folk and having to ask some of the volunteers who certain 'celebs' were, I appreciated how well run things were and how dedicated the volunteers were. Not to mention I now know who at least three more televisual artists are. Which isn't quite as good as meeting everyone at dinner last night. DEFINITE high point of the weekend. And frankkincense  and meredyth_13 , if you're about tomorrow, we're free for lunch! I'll email you!

ETA: This is why I should post AFTER showering and not before ...

The entire day today was made IMMENSELY easier by our lovely friend pseudicide . She secured us seats at the front for James Marsters and then had it declared that the 'woman with the tiny infant (and her companion)' could leave outside of the strict exiting strategy they have at these things (when actually treacle only needed to stand up and stretch due to the fact that even very tiny babies get heavy after a while, but it was a gift horse, so we did not look at its teeth but rather rode it out of there!) Woman with tiny infant is my new name for treacle ...

And we never did get our acts together enough to cosplay officially, however, given she is tall and blonde and I am short and brunette, and she is gracious and serene and I am scrappy and frowny, I decided that we were actually cosplaying Lindsay and Melanie from Queer as Fuck US.  Albeit with completely the wrong hair.

We went back to the con!

treacle_tartlet  and I slugged our way back out to Melbourne Supanova today. We were more useful as con goers today! We went to panels and saw James Marsters (very funny, very sweet) and Gareth David Lloyd (a wee bit pissed, he alleges, and I believe him), but did not see Karl Urban nor Mary McDonnell, whose hair I have long admired.

I have the best autographed photo ever for annes_stuff  from the truly delightful Karl Urban. I asked for three words and received a paragraph, because Kiwis are generally lovely people and apparently rather hot Kiwi actors are even lovelier than the general. He's a bit of all right, that one.

However, this pales when compared to treacle's haul of Gareth David-Lloyd memorabilia. She has photos, signatures, and his fingerprints and lipprints all over her baby. Indeed, when he was cuddling and cooing at said baby during the autograph session, James Marsters leaned across and declared 'Best fangift EVER!'

Which is why this evening, treacle and I found ourselves at a cocktail do, sitting either side of GDL, while he held the Treaclette and cooed and cossetted her to sleep. If you are looking for an internationally known televisual figure to mind your nine-day-old infant, we highly recommend Gareth David-Lloyd. And his girlfriend was similarly charming and good with the tiny and squishy.

All in all, despite feeling about 104 surrounded by all the young folk and having to ask some of the volunteers who certain 'celebs' were, I appreciated how well run things were and how dedicated the volunteers were. Not to mention I now know who at least three more televisual artists are. Which isn't quite as good as meeting everyone at dinner last night. DEFINITE high point of the weekend. And frankkincense  and meredyth_13 , if you're about tomorrow, we're free for lunch! I'll email you!

ETA: This is why I should post AFTER showering and not before ...

The entire day today was made IMMENSELY easier by our lovely friend pseudicide . She secured us seats at the front for James Marsters and then had it declared that the 'woman with the tiny infant (and her companion)' could leave outside of the strict exiting strategy they have at these things (when actually treacle only needed to stand up and stretch due to the fact that even very tiny babies get heavy after a while, but it was a gift horse, so we did not look at its teeth but rather rode it out of there!) Woman with tiny infant is my new name for treacle ...

And we never did get our acts together enough to cosplay officially, however, given she is tall and blonde and I am short and brunette, and she is gracious and serene and I am scrappy and frowny, I decided that we were actually cosplaying Lindsay and Melanie from Queer as Fuck US.  Albeit with completely the wrong hair.