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DragonCon Sunday - I'm Schedule Bitch
Our first plan of the day was to go check out the acoustic performance Last Picture Show (Matt and
John’s band) was doing in the lobby of the Hyatt. How were we to know the schedule - which said 11:30 - would be wrong?
I think we caught the last 3-4 songs. Seems they’re just as obsessed with Firefly as everyone else these days as they
did their own version of the theme song. I actually took a little movie of it with my camera and assuming I can convert it
and compress it down, I’ll try to get that put up.
Since the performance was done earlier than expected, we
called our friends and made plans to have brunch with them before they left town. They had a recommendation for a local place
and it really was good. I would have eaten my entire plate of pancakes had I not felt so bloated. Unfortunately, after too
short of a visit, we had to say goodbye.
The afternoon was panels, panels, panels. At the Villains of Tribeworld,
I think we concluded that just about everyone was guilty of some sort of villainy. Matt’s Q&A included him being
a tree. Also, Dreago was moderating the Q&A and there was one moment where a look passed over her face that made me laugh
and laugh till I thought I’d fall over. She, of course, was mortified when I told her. After that came the Society,
Politics, and Religion in Tribeworld panel which was another spirited discussion.
Then it was time to take a little
rest. Shhhh, while it’s naptime, let’s talk about the celebrity encounters of the weekend thus far. We repeatedly
ran into Kevin Sorbo in the hall. We chatted with Gigi Edgley in the elevator - she’s very perky and said that it’s
never too late? early? (don’t remember context) for a party. Also chatted with Dean Haglund in the elevator. When it
lurched Dreago remarked how she didn’t want to die in the elevator at DragonCon and Dean joked about what would happen
when the doors finally opened - he mimed waving at someone on the floor “Hey man, great costume!” We also chatted
with a sweet older woman who may have been Betsy Palmer but we didn’t quite get her name since - did anyone else notice
that the ‘hold open’ button on the elevator doors didn’t seem to be working? Yeah, the door shut in her
face. Oops.
Post-nap, we ran and got some food to go and headed over to get in line for the Masquerade. I am only
slightly ashamed to say we committed the heinous crime of cutting in line to be with our friends. But it was necessary! We
would all need one another’s support later. So the Masquerade itself was entertaining; I could not have been more tickled
to see the Misfit Toys. I have all the little stuffed ones and put them out every year for the holidays. People always ask
so the answer is my favorite is King Moon Racer possibly because there was a Boston band that I liked that used that name.
Then it came time for intermission. Many of the Tribe fans were very tense because Matt and John were going to be
performing and we knew, and had warned them, that they were not what the average DragonCon goer wanted to see. I especially
had to giggle to see the girl in the row in front of me who was hunched down with her hands ready to cover her eyes or ears
- whichever needed it most. But in the end, it was fine. I honestly could not tell you how most of the crowd reacted because,
as I said, I was in the midst of people who were very vocal and supportive of the guys. Very vocal.
After it was over,
I wanted to go take some photos so we did that. I kind of wanted to go see Gene Loves Jezebel but what really happened was
I degenerated into a two year old. Dreago was very patient as I became that cranky kid who’s too tired to do anything
but doesn’t want to go to sleep. Eventually though, that’s exactly what we did.
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Inappropriate!!! - DragonCon 2005 Sunday
There was an itsy bitsy problem when Kell and I showed up the concourse performance by Last Picture Show. They started early
and they were situated right across the way from Voltaire's booth. So naturally, I wandered over to the booth hoping to get
myself an up and close eyeful.
When I remembered that we were supposed to be watching the performance I shamefacedly slipped back and immediately got into
an argument with Kellygirl about what the perfect belly looked like. If you listen very, very carefully to the audio clip
of John and Matt's performance of Serenity, currently hosted on Kellygirl's website, Kellygirl's PopCulture Palace, you can
hear us hissing at each other, "What ? Are you crazy? No, you're crazy! But her tummy is so long and lean! No it's not, it's
ugly! What's not to love; I'd love a belly like that! You're tummy is much more feminine. See? Now I know you are just being
contrary..." etc...
Then just as I declared, "well I'd do her", Kell and I both realized that the camera was recording the performance and our
furious whispering. Mortified, we shut up and clapped like automatons. We slunk out of there and headed to brunch. Now, I
know y'all are all upset. How dare we talk through their set! Well, I got my comeuppance. The taxi driver couldn't find the
restaurant and blamed me. He lectured me the whole way there. I sat there silent as a stone.
After the brunch and several mimosas we went back for a day of paneling. Of the three years I've been to DragonCon, I can
happily say that this year's panels were the most enjoyable I've been to. I even got to host a Q&A this year! I was pretty
nervous about doing it too, because I figured that all the good questions had been asked the day before. I had prepared a
bunch of back up questions, just in case people were a little too content to sit and stare or ask him obnoxious questions
like "who's the best kisser" or "what's it like being so good looking?".
But Matt doesn't need a moderator. He was fine on his own. In fact, he was better than fine. There were even some new anecdotes
for that day's audience. For example, he didn't do a monologue from Romeo and Juliet, he did one from King Lear instead. And
he showed us one of his acting exercises. He acted out a tree! Did you know that Matt writes poetry? Yup, apparently his song
lyrics are his medium of poetic expression. Modding for this Q&A turned out to be much easier than modding a panel because
luckily, Matt never fails to entertain.
The only thing I didn't like about modding the Q &A was the fact that I was sitting next to the guest. I kept trying to discretely
scoot away, gently pulling up my skirt under the table and sliding my chair over in the most subtle manner. I didn't want
to be in any body's pictures of Matt. And it didn't occur to me that I might until I saw the TRD camera recording the whole
thing. Hopefully they used the "zoom" feature. Kellygirl not so helpfully pointed out that it looked like I was doing naughty
things to myself when I was trying to untangle my skirt from the chair. I almost fainted when I heard that.
Afterward, Kel and I took naps, chatted with celebrities and did a bit of autograph hounding. I also had to return to the
room several times as I was getting forgetful in my tiredness and kept leaving stuff in the room. At one point, I started
knocking, pounding, yelling at the door to my room when I suddenly remembered a) Kellygirl was not inside the room; I had
left her downstairs b) My key didn't work because it was upside down c)This was not my room. Did I mention I ignored the "Do
not disturb" sign because I thought the maid had put it there by accident? One of these days, the combination of my ditsyness
and my inappropriate brashness is going to get me violently killed.
Masquerade time! Last Picture Show performed. Although not exactly good, you can argue that they were out of their league.
First of all, the boys were upstaged by a cartoon that was played minutes into their set time. Every time it was even hinted
that the cartoon might be turned off so that the boys could play, the audience complained. Then there were the performers
themselves. Kel and I couldn't decide if they were either stoned or drunk. I mean, they took pictures of the audience and
called the crowd pretty! Lord, what were they thinking? That they could charm the crowd the way one would go about getting
in some girl's pants at a bar? Did I mention they had a disclaimer before the show, something along the lines of, "don't boo?"
Sigh. You know, I really like these Tribe Kids. I always do. So why must they insist on making me snark on them? At least
they seemed like they were enjoying themselves muchly. And as always, the melodies are always pretty. The cover of Serenity
was different and very much in keeping with their style. Still, wrong band, wrong venue. Unless you are metal, goth, filk,
folk, or some combination of those four, you really should not be performing at DragonCon. I will say one thing. Despite my
critique, this performance was still much less painful than Tom and Meryl's attempt. And hey, these kids are used to performing
in Malls.They'll get over it. Besides, I hear they made a few new fans. The people next to us were totally rockin' out. We
were lucky to not be sitting in the section that was yelling for the storm trooper. So, good times were had by all!
After an emotional roller coaster of a day, spanning the gamut of horror, dread, boredom, disgust and eye-rolling- and that
was just the part where we cruised the "walk of fame"-, Kel and I head off to bed. We had promised the guys of Last Picture
Show a drink, but after that performance we figured they have had enough for one night. We chatted with some Tribe fen for
awhile, debating on staying up for the Pirate Party. Some guys gave us tickets to a "VIP" pajama party but my new nightie
was too cute to be soaked in foam and beer. Kellygirl halfheartedly tried to convince me to see a band. I half heartedly convinced
her to go to sleep. And so we did. That night I dreamt the Pirate Party people attacked the Pajama Party people. Now that
would be one party I'd like to stay up for.
Of course, only if next year,I am a pirate.
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