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inside find, with the report: jack sparrow, galadriel, lara croft, the Alien, mcgonagall, some storm troopers, a small dragon and a large hairdo, and she-ra. among other things. 16 pictures in all.
saturday we spent in the marriott, where there was the dealer's room, the art show, and the exhibition hall.
outside the art show i caught a glimpse of my favorite costume of the weekend (in terms of personal arousal)(1).

you can't tell in that picture, but it was a FABULOUS jack sparrow costume. the guy was hot too, and he was wearing eyeliner, swaying, and doing the accent. so i ducked around a few people to touch his sleeve and ask for a picture. (and then felt a little flush of heat, like, omg! i touched him!!!1 no, i'm serious, he WAS hot, and jesus, that costume. why is it that i can't have random sexual hookups at cons?) so i got this one (2).

we went to get lunch and ran into lara croft (second movie) in line(3).

and also some starfleet officers(4).

then back downstairs to the artshow. for such a tremendous show, the overall quality was not particularly good--it was about the same as your average con's, actually, with more bad stuff--although on the good end the good was perhaps more impressive. there were some gorgeous sculptures in bronze, the paintings of janny wurtz and don maitz, some soft sculpture dragons and gryphons, carven wood walking sticks, and gorgeous photomontages. also there was galadriel(5).

we went all the way around before daddy and i saw The Alien(6), that is as in from the series of movies. this sucker was a life-sized sculpture and incredibly close to the movie, done by a student artist, with several kinds of brown and black paint. most of the surface had been done obviously with duct tape; the mouth was dripping with hot glue; there was tubing in several places. a bunch of little kids were scared. all cameras were confiscated at the door of the artshow, but of course they didn't confiscate my phone--i did get in a bit of trouble after i'd taken the picture when i was standing there innocently trying to compose a text to
thelionforreal(i accidentally hit 'end' and lost it, missi). the lady was like, 'um... ma'am, we're going to have to ask you not to take pictures.' 'i'm not taking one!' i sad indignantly.

we went to the dealer room and i had some little fits over tiaras, knives and swords, and toy dragons, and star trek paraphernalia. it was crowded as fuck, and sometimes we found ourselves walking behind interesting people such as jedi masters, trapped by the ebb and flow of the crowd(7). (in the corner is the back of daddy's head on his wheelchair's headrest.)

we went to the art show to look for lillian and i stopped to have a lively conversation with one of the soft sculpture artists and her daughter. i bought meylvin, a little green dragon, from her(8)(more pics of him in a later post).

daddy and i walked in the exhibition hall together and saw gandalf(9),

some storm troopers at ease by the water cooler(10),

a kick-ass leather armour thing(11) with a bikini and giant dragon wings and a skirt, all airbrushed red and black and omg!hot,

and professor mcgonagall(12)!

it was a bit crowded in there too. we got stuck behind a klingon(13) once.

we got the same free copies of the fellowship of the ring as
mirabellawotr. also some GANDALF FOR PRESIDENT buttons. this was at TORn's table. there were a bunch of tables outside the exhibit hall too, mostly little clubs and things with banners and flyers and the occasional freebie. and this girl with this incredible thing on her head made out of metal bands around her hair(14).

james marsters
sunday morning i was reading the pocket program and said 'hey! james marsters is here?' lillian, who doesn't really know buffy but does know who he is, was determined she wanted to go and get autographs. so we went and stood in a very long line. the line actually went across the entire lobby of the ballroom level, up the back stairs and outside and around the block, but we didn't realize that and got caught in conversation with a motherly lady from morethanspike.com, which caused people to assume we were with her, and we got to jump in front of about half the line. marsters was charming and hot and had been enjoying himself at the con. he sat on the table, he recited macbeth's 'mortal coil' speech (macbeth is his favorite play) and indulged in some macbeth geekery in response to a question. a girl asked him to take his shirt off, so he had her come up to the stage and take off her shirt and bra. the audience was screaming. 'wow,' he said, 'you're really brave. you have balls. i'm a fan of yours. but i'm still not taking off my shirt.' there was also much juilliard-bashing, but there was no autograph-signing, and we found out only afterward that there was a $20 fee that lillian couldn't afford.
we went up to the hyatt lobby, which was sort of a giant informal masquerade where costumes mixed with cameras indiscriminately. we caught the whatsit from spirited away standing behind lara croft (first movie)(15).

and THEN They made their entrance--my true favorite costumes and the crowning glories of the whole damned weekend. SHE-RA, FROSTA, GLIMMER, CATRA, AND THAT TWO-FACE GIRL(16).


OMGOMGOMG. eeeeeeeeeeee! look, they've got EVERYTHING. they've got all the accessories, they've got the hair, they've got the BOOTS in the RIGHT COLORS and the right shapes. i wanted to fuck every one of them.
i also, right before we left, took lillian to see TORn's ROTK presentation, which consisted of the trailer with some analysis, some extra images with same, and some stills from the extended ttt with same. plus some pimping of TORn. don't get me wrong, was cool, but not like WHOA or anything. and again no pictures.
saturday we spent in the marriott, where there was the dealer's room, the art show, and the exhibition hall.
outside the art show i caught a glimpse of my favorite costume of the weekend (in terms of personal arousal)(1).

you can't tell in that picture, but it was a FABULOUS jack sparrow costume. the guy was hot too, and he was wearing eyeliner, swaying, and doing the accent. so i ducked around a few people to touch his sleeve and ask for a picture. (and then felt a little flush of heat, like, omg! i touched him!!!1 no, i'm serious, he WAS hot, and jesus, that costume. why is it that i can't have random sexual hookups at cons?) so i got this one (2).

we went to get lunch and ran into lara croft (second movie) in line(3).

and also some starfleet officers(4).

then back downstairs to the artshow. for such a tremendous show, the overall quality was not particularly good--it was about the same as your average con's, actually, with more bad stuff--although on the good end the good was perhaps more impressive. there were some gorgeous sculptures in bronze, the paintings of janny wurtz and don maitz, some soft sculpture dragons and gryphons, carven wood walking sticks, and gorgeous photomontages. also there was galadriel(5).

we went all the way around before daddy and i saw The Alien(6), that is as in from the series of movies. this sucker was a life-sized sculpture and incredibly close to the movie, done by a student artist, with several kinds of brown and black paint. most of the surface had been done obviously with duct tape; the mouth was dripping with hot glue; there was tubing in several places. a bunch of little kids were scared. all cameras were confiscated at the door of the artshow, but of course they didn't confiscate my phone--i did get in a bit of trouble after i'd taken the picture when i was standing there innocently trying to compose a text to
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we went to the dealer room and i had some little fits over tiaras, knives and swords, and toy dragons, and star trek paraphernalia. it was crowded as fuck, and sometimes we found ourselves walking behind interesting people such as jedi masters, trapped by the ebb and flow of the crowd(7). (in the corner is the back of daddy's head on his wheelchair's headrest.)

we went to the art show to look for lillian and i stopped to have a lively conversation with one of the soft sculpture artists and her daughter. i bought meylvin, a little green dragon, from her(8)(more pics of him in a later post).

daddy and i walked in the exhibition hall together and saw gandalf(9),

some storm troopers at ease by the water cooler(10),

a kick-ass leather armour thing(11) with a bikini and giant dragon wings and a skirt, all airbrushed red and black and omg!hot,

and professor mcgonagall(12)!

it was a bit crowded in there too. we got stuck behind a klingon(13) once.

we got the same free copies of the fellowship of the ring as
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james marsters
sunday morning i was reading the pocket program and said 'hey! james marsters is here?' lillian, who doesn't really know buffy but does know who he is, was determined she wanted to go and get autographs. so we went and stood in a very long line. the line actually went across the entire lobby of the ballroom level, up the back stairs and outside and around the block, but we didn't realize that and got caught in conversation with a motherly lady from morethanspike.com, which caused people to assume we were with her, and we got to jump in front of about half the line. marsters was charming and hot and had been enjoying himself at the con. he sat on the table, he recited macbeth's 'mortal coil' speech (macbeth is his favorite play) and indulged in some macbeth geekery in response to a question. a girl asked him to take his shirt off, so he had her come up to the stage and take off her shirt and bra. the audience was screaming. 'wow,' he said, 'you're really brave. you have balls. i'm a fan of yours. but i'm still not taking off my shirt.' there was also much juilliard-bashing, but there was no autograph-signing, and we found out only afterward that there was a $20 fee that lillian couldn't afford.
we went up to the hyatt lobby, which was sort of a giant informal masquerade where costumes mixed with cameras indiscriminately. we caught the whatsit from spirited away standing behind lara croft (first movie)(15).

and THEN They made their entrance--my true favorite costumes and the crowning glories of the whole damned weekend. SHE-RA, FROSTA, GLIMMER, CATRA, AND THAT TWO-FACE GIRL(16).


OMGOMGOMG. eeeeeeeeeeee! look, they've got EVERYTHING. they've got all the accessories, they've got the hair, they've got the BOOTS in the RIGHT COLORS and the right shapes. i wanted to fuck every one of them.
i also, right before we left, took lillian to see TORn's ROTK presentation, which consisted of the trailer with some analysis, some extra images with same, and some stills from the extended ttt with same. plus some pimping of TORn. don't get me wrong, was cool, but not like WHOA or anything. and again no pictures.
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Date: 2 Sep 2003 07:32 am (UTC)OMGISONEED TO MEET THEM/HAVE THAT COSTUME FOR MY OWNSOME.
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Date: 2 Sep 2003 07:42 am (UTC)