Basically, another marvellous con, whizzed by all too soon. Main observation: it seems that I spend rather more time chatting at Firefly and Galactica events and consequently less arsing around in the disco (didn't actually do *any* dancing at Serenity 2!) and less drinking. Odd.
Photos (pretty much exclusively costume ones) uploaded at Yahoo photo album. It occurs to me that I never did upload my photos from Serenity 1 so that's been rectified. The individual albums' names should be self-evident ;-)
Anyway, a few recollections:
On Friday, the original plan was to get to the hotel early as I had a telephone interview with a guy from America at 3pm and I wanted to be safely ensconced in my room by then. Alas, the A406 was a car park so I had to detour via the M1, M25 and M40 but this meant I wasn't going to get to the hotel in time so I ended up pulling into a train station car park to take the call and even sort out some work emails!
Once I got to the Radisson, registered and settled in, I spent most of the evening catching up with Sally, Karen, Paul and Cathy. Essentially had a Terra Nostra meet in Sally and Karen's room! Next thing we knew, it was 2am and we staggered off to bed. Only, I decided I'd stop by the bar area and do my good nights first. Er... by the time I got to my room, it was 4.30am. Now, Kate, who was working on Children In Need till the early hours, had threatened to call or SMS to check if con-goers really stayed up that late. I decided to preempt this with a conceding SMS. Just as well, really, she was still in the BBC bar, drinking beer...
Somewhat unprecedented: between the AUG for Shaun's Jayne outfit and the Mossburg M500 for Chewtoy's Mad Max outfit, I'd brought more and bigger guns for other people than for myself. Maybe I should consider establishing a weapons hire service for conventions ;-)
Generally, with a few exceptions, the Mudders' Milk didn't go down too well with most people. Think it was the taste of the soya bean milk. Still, not really a problem: more for me!
Got the piss taken out of me by Cathy, Heather and others because the roaming camera in the main hall caught me reading the FT while waiting for the first talk to start.
Also caught a bit of crap from Pooks because I failed to recognise her as I walked past her as she was queuing for autographs. My excuse is her hair was different. Er... yeah, that's it. A bit later on, Dario enquired if she could crash with me due to unspecified complications. It then dawned on me that I'd known her some 2.5 years and yet, I still didn't know her real name. This was quickly rectified. Call me old fashioned but I figure I should at least know the name of anyone I'm sharing a hotel room with :-)
Another small world thing: while chatting, I mentioned that thing with Kate and Children In Need. I then discovered she'd been working the same shift on Children In Need and, comparing accounts and descriptions from both of them, it appears Pooks actually delivered drinks to Kate who was acting as drinks orderer for the VT team. Holy shit!
In the autograph queue, Nathan Fillion was most amused by my "Oh my God, they killed Wash, the bastards!" t-shirt and wanted to take several photos. That, combined with flash problems meant the queue behind me started building up. Whoops. Still, it was fun. He was seemed amused by the Fillion USAF name tape I'd found in a rummage bin at Beltring!
At Galactica One, Sam Witwer (Crashdown) mentioned he'd been in the same Juilliard class as Morena Baccarin and so I'd asked if there was anything embarassing we could ask her. He said to say "Sam Witwer says your relationship with Glen was totally inappropriate". Needless to say, I had to bring it up. Her response was to mention that this Glen was actually the guy in Serenity who comes running out after the Mule as the Reavers attack at the start of the film and "Tell Sam Witwer he can go and screw himself"!
After someone asked Sean Maher about his reaction to being voted in to 6th place in SFX's sexiest man poll, Nathan Fillion took great in damning him with faint praise "You know, no. 6, that's really not bad" etc. No prizes for guessing who came in 1st place...
Christina Hendricks mentioned she used to be a big RPG geek so I had to ask what she used to play. She mentioned D&D and Top Secret. "Have you heard of that? Yes, I can see you have." "Er... I've heard of it..." Doh! Busted!
Some truly fabulous costumes on Saturday night!
Must say Jonathan Woodward's Sunday morning Church Of These Eleven Fingers communion didn't actually seem all that funny any more. The first time he did the whiskey communion thing it was at least novel and not too many people took part. With half the main hall queuing up, it dragged on a bit. There's also his constant refrain of "Bukkake!" Bit worrisome as there were a fair few adults, never mind children who weren't aware of its meaning...
Sunday autograph queue was a bit grim. Basically, lots of people all wanting lots of autos from Sean Maher so his queue was rather slow moving, to say the least!
The Bond theme on the Sunday night was great fun. As is apparent from the photos, it turned into a major photo shoot, marred only by some grief I was having with camera batteries! Just kicking myself that I somehow failed to get a photo taken with the girl dressed as Miranda Frost. Someone in kinky "fencing" gear and I omitted to get a photo. Doh!
Other amusing thing of the evening was seeing Liz in Tomb Raider outfit, armed only with a Lucozade bottle. "Are you armed? Would you like to be?"
Also nice seeing Dave, Janine, Sue and Steve there too, just a shame they weren't staying over and had to disappear in the evenings. Likewise a shame Sally, Karen, Paul and Cathy had to leave on Sunday evening too.
Just not entirely sure how the con thing is going to work out next year. There's no mention of further Firefly/Serenity cons so the only one I'm definitely registering for so far is Galactica 2. James is pressing me (and others) pretty hard to do SG-11 ("we're putting the band back together") and is even offering to wear MARPAT if that will persuade me. Just one snag: my major lack of enthusiasm for SG-1 these days.