Showing posts with label conventions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label conventions. Show all posts
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
How I'll Spend My Summer Vacation
One convention that's grown on me a lot the last few years is Fan Expo, which takes place in August at the Metro Convention Centre. It's basically a giant geek mall you pay for the privilege of shopping at, but there are usually good movies showing, and cosplay to really marvel at. Alright, so I'm easily entertained.
On that note, one of the guests this year is the director of Cannibal Holocaust. I don't know if any of you reading this (except for me) have ever seen Cannibal Holocaust. If you haven't, I don't recommend it. If you have, perhaps you'll understand when I say that this year I think I'll throw some extra incentive on top of my registration fee for the privilege of kicking the guy in the nuts.
Buzz Aldrin's going to be there too, but I won't kick him. Unless he slaughters a turtle or cuts off a monkey's face between now and then I guess. I must admit my hypocrisy in that I still won't kick him even if he stabs a giant spider, but what can I say, I'm not perfect, just arachnophobic.
On that note, one of the guests this year is the director of Cannibal Holocaust. I don't know if any of you reading this (except for me) have ever seen Cannibal Holocaust. If you haven't, I don't recommend it. If you have, perhaps you'll understand when I say that this year I think I'll throw some extra incentive on top of my registration fee for the privilege of kicking the guy in the nuts.
Buzz Aldrin's going to be there too, but I won't kick him. Unless he slaughters a turtle or cuts off a monkey's face between now and then I guess. I must admit my hypocrisy in that I still won't kick him even if he stabs a giant spider, but what can I say, I'm not perfect, just arachnophobic.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
With Flair!
"Are you sure you want me to come to the dance with you? I'll probably just cramp your style."
"Malhavoc, trust me. You're cramping nothing."
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Ad Astra was interesting. I haven't been to that many cons, but each one has it's own personality of sorts. Ad Astra was very panel focused, but most of the panels were focused on writing and media analysis, or very broad topics of interest while panels at some other cons are pretty much overwhelmed by niche fandoms ("Buffy's Hairstyles Through the Ages", "Kirk vs. Picard vs. Those Other Guys"). Frankly I was thrilled not to be surrounded by Harry Potter, Joss What's-His-Name, and Star Trek. The panels I attended were intelligent discussions (and sometimes debates) that were a pleasure to listen to, rather than the disorganized mumblings of a group of die-hards with the collective public speaking abilities of a thirteen-year-old. So, between the panels and picking up a bunch of nice new books from the dealer's room, this could be considered a successful weekend.
And on a shallower note, the con was also rife with tall, skinny, dark-haired geeks with ponytails, glasses, and noses to next week. It was like a weekend at the Playboy Mansion.
Except instead of a grotto, there was a mass Dungeons and Dragons game.
"Malhavoc, trust me. You're cramping nothing."
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Ad Astra was interesting. I haven't been to that many cons, but each one has it's own personality of sorts. Ad Astra was very panel focused, but most of the panels were focused on writing and media analysis, or very broad topics of interest while panels at some other cons are pretty much overwhelmed by niche fandoms ("Buffy's Hairstyles Through the Ages", "Kirk vs. Picard vs. Those Other Guys"). Frankly I was thrilled not to be surrounded by Harry Potter, Joss What's-His-Name, and Star Trek. The panels I attended were intelligent discussions (and sometimes debates) that were a pleasure to listen to, rather than the disorganized mumblings of a group of die-hards with the collective public speaking abilities of a thirteen-year-old. So, between the panels and picking up a bunch of nice new books from the dealer's room, this could be considered a successful weekend.
And on a shallower note, the con was also rife with tall, skinny, dark-haired geeks with ponytails, glasses, and noses to next week. It was like a weekend at the Playboy Mansion.
Except instead of a grotto, there was a mass Dungeons and Dragons game.
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