Where have all the Bloggers Gone? To a Convention of Course
by Shannon on Friday, 27 of April, 2007 at 8:29 am
Well, it’s been awhile, but we’re back in full swing. Not that the hundreds of thousands of people not reading this blog care. But eventually someone might stumble across the gap in our posting, and I felt that maybe I should explain myself.
I was fracking busy.
There you go, explanation given. Now, onto more important things.
I just returned a few days ago from my very first Sci-fi convention. It was called Starfest, in Denver CO, and is (according to the people I went with) one of the few fan run conventions still going.
It was small, but since it was my first I didn’t mind that, and the people I went with made it a blast. But there are certain things I’ve discovered about fans, and fandom, from my little trip.
- We have an awesome sense of humor. We’re just plain funny, at least to each other. And as long as we amuse ourselves, who cares.
- There’s something very surreal about discussing politics with a man dressed as a Klingon. At least it was to me. Mostly because we weren’t discussing politics with a Bat’leth, and no one walked away bloody. Needless to say; I was a bit disappointed.
- Lenord Nimoy can still pack a room.
- The Klingon Juice they were handing out at the hotel bar was in fact a Long Island Ice Tea with some blue crap thrown in there. The Long Island Ice Tea may not sound as manly, but it still packs a whollop no matter what you call it.
- There is nothing more enlightening then taking a smoke break (outside of course cause the entire city of Denver sees smokers as a short step above heroin addicts) at three in the morning, during a convention. The freaks truly do come out at night. And it’s nice that you always know where to find them when you’re in the mood for some.
- When trapped with people inside an elevator at one of these things you never have to worry about those awkward moments. We all know we have something in common, we share a common language. Chances are if I bring up Trek, George Lucas, Firefly, or BSG someone in the elevator is going to be able to carry on at least an hour long conversation with me. This totally negates the need for small talk, thank God. I despise small talk and am completely incapable of it. This alone is reason enough to go to a convention.
- Geeks trying to score with the opposite sex is not only amusing, it’s kind of endearing in that really cheesy way.
- And finally, I realized not only can I not dance, even the Time Warp is completely beyond my abilities because I apparently can not tell my left from my right when forced to do so to music.
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Comment by Miriam Darnell
Made Sunday, 29 of April , 2007 at 11:18 pm
Well, the convention wasn’t the best I’ve seen. In fact, the play on Saturday night was probably the worst they’ve ever done. Why don’t those people get someone on the stage who wants to be there, who can remember his lines, and who has a bit of talent? Jesus! The guests weren’t anything to write home about either. I hope to god we get someone good next year! (Love you, Nimoy, but we’ve seen you five times now!) Take it from someone who hasn’t missed a Starfest in 26 years, we’ve had much much much better conventions than this one.
Still, the company was perfect, and the Truth or Dare game even better. You never get too old for that game, do you? 
Comment by Miriam Darnell
Made Sunday, 29 of April , 2007 at 11:21 pm
Crap! Will you delete my repeated comments please? I hit the submit button WAY too many times! I’m a dork! By the way, I loved your humorous bullets about the convention! Aaaaaa… just like being their all over again, with all the crazy people I love! LOL!
Comment by Shannon
Made Monday, 30 of April , 2007 at 10:18 am
Extras deleted…
And I was being a good girl, I want it on record that you brought up truth or dare.
