So, here's a con report in 62 tweets of 140 characters or less.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Tweeting my way through a convention
Apparently, I tweeted a few tweets while at LAcon.
So, here's a con report in 62 tweets of 140 characters or less.
So, here's a con report in 62 tweets of 140 characters or less.
Friday, March 4, 2011
But to make a short story long... Part 4
LEFTOUTS
Looks like I managed to forget to mention some things in parts one, deux and tres. Hence, part 4. This is what was left out.
First of all, I have to mention Justin, the guy who was sitting next to me on the flight from Munich to LA. It's nice to sit next to someone who doesn't think half of my seat is also theirs and who doesn't think that it is acceptable to just sit their ass on somebody's bag. He's one of those ppl who know nothing about Supernatural (never heard of it), but what can you do, nobody's perfect. *shrug* lol Anyways... I was sleeping on and off during the flight and at one point I woke up to find Justin standing above me. Literally. His left foot was on my right armrest, his right foot on my left armrest. I was... How should I say this? Slightly surprised? Or something like that. Turned out he needed to get out, but didn't want to wake me. Aww. All in all, the whole thing was either funny as hell or freaky as hell. The jury's still out on that one.
This was my first night landing (the plane landed after 7 pm), so it was the first time I saw LA (or any city for that matter) at night when all the lights were on. Wow. Just wow. It was a definite breath taker. No pics though. :( I wasn't sure if it was allowed to take photos while landing, so I didn't take any.
Is it just me or are the customs officers asking me less and less questions every time I come to the US?
Is it just me or do I need more and more batteries every time I go to a con? No, that one is definitely not just me. Thank you, Creation, for the terrible lighting, BTW. I went through 32 AA (8x4) batteries in three days. That's just ridiculous. Not to mention expensive.
How can you recognize a true SPN fan? Just check their pants.
<- my lanyard
my tickets ->
You see those funny looking blurry splotches (and that's actually a word, who knew *surprised*)? That's where my name used to be. In case anyone was wondering.
I'm sure I mentioned that I've been losing weight since May. (29 lb so far, thankyouverymuch. I eat whatever I want and don't exercise at all. :D)
Well, this is my goal. The ultimate photo op. One day I shall have it!
15 lb more and I'm good to go. *thumbs up*
ETA: No need to click on this last pic. It's 100x75, so what you see is what you get. If you want to see a bigger version, go to the official site of Rising con (photogallery).
Photo op is not mine, I just used it to illustrate a point, and I'm not sure the girl in the photo would like it if her face was on somebody's blog.
Looks like I managed to forget to mention some things in parts one, deux and tres. Hence, part 4. This is what was left out.
First of all, I have to mention Justin, the guy who was sitting next to me on the flight from Munich to LA. It's nice to sit next to someone who doesn't think half of my seat is also theirs and who doesn't think that it is acceptable to just sit their ass on somebody's bag. He's one of those ppl who know nothing about Supernatural (never heard of it), but what can you do, nobody's perfect. *shrug* lol Anyways... I was sleeping on and off during the flight and at one point I woke up to find Justin standing above me. Literally. His left foot was on my right armrest, his right foot on my left armrest. I was... How should I say this? Slightly surprised? Or something like that. Turned out he needed to get out, but didn't want to wake me. Aww. All in all, the whole thing was either funny as hell or freaky as hell. The jury's still out on that one.
This was my first night landing (the plane landed after 7 pm), so it was the first time I saw LA (or any city for that matter) at night when all the lights were on. Wow. Just wow. It was a definite breath taker. No pics though. :( I wasn't sure if it was allowed to take photos while landing, so I didn't take any.
Is it just me or are the customs officers asking me less and less questions every time I come to the US?
Is it just me or do I need more and more batteries every time I go to a con? No, that one is definitely not just me. Thank you, Creation, for the terrible lighting, BTW. I went through 32 AA (8x4) batteries in three days. That's just ridiculous. Not to mention expensive.
How can you recognize a true SPN fan? Just check their pants.
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my tickets ->
my autographs ->
You see those funny looking blurry splotches (and that's actually a word, who knew *surprised*)? That's where my name used to be. In case anyone was wondering.
I'm sure I mentioned that I've been losing weight since May. (29 lb so far, thankyouverymuch. I eat whatever I want and don't exercise at all. :D)
Well, this is my goal. The ultimate photo op. One day I shall have it!
15 lb more and I'm good to go. *thumbs up*
ETA: No need to click on this last pic. It's 100x75, so what you see is what you get. If you want to see a bigger version, go to the official site of Rising con (photogallery).
Photo op is not mine, I just used it to illustrate a point, and I'm not sure the girl in the photo would like it if her face was on somebody's blog.
But to make a short story long... Part tres
POST-CONVENTION BLUES (Salute to Supernatural LAcon 2011)
Monday, Feb 14, 2011
And just like that, it was over. (Well, almost. It ain't over until I take my wristband off. And I always leave it on until I get home. Taking it off is the last thing I do after a convention. My way of saying, yes, it's over. Then I give it a day and start preparing for the next one. It's tradition.)
You know that song "just another manic Monday, wish it was Sunday"? Oh yeah, I could do Sunday all over again. Groundhog day, anyone? lol
Funny thing though. Usually my post-convention blues starts as soon as I get Jared's autograph, but this time... I just realized that this time I skipped the whole blues thing. Probably because of that trio photo op. OK, yeah, that WAS worth $269. :D
But it really helps when Js' autographs aren't the last thing on the schedule. This time we still had impromptu stage appearance by Jim, Genevieve's autographs, trio photo ops, Brock's panel/photo ops/autographs, (I'm still ignoring Jensen's jam session), Traci's musical performance, upgrading and waiting in line to buy JPEGs. So, instead at 3 pm, the whole thing ended at 10 pm. And by then I was so exhausted that I forgot I was supposed to be all bluesy.
Blueslessness is in the little things. *pearl of wisdom*
At 11:40 am I was all packed and ready to go, only it turned out it wasn't 11:40. It was 10:40. (That also explained why I was still so tired when I woke up at "8".) It was just the latest of that bloody alarm clock's eccentricities. When I first tried to set the alarm, it almost managed to convince me that I didn't know what the hell I was doing. That little *&$#@! I guess it was on its last breath. But it took me a while to realize that I had to press each button 25 times for the button to actually do what it was supposed to.
So, suddenly I had an extra hour and nothing to do. *grins* I solemnly swear I was not up to no good. lol
At high noon I left the room.
(Yes, that's the one.)
Monday was Feb 14th aka Valentine's day. I had a date. With Lax B. Scanner. It was really short and awkward and made me feel uncomfortable. I was glad and relieved when it was over. All in all, a really bad date. I'd like to say it was a once in a life time experience, but since I AM a conoholic, it probably wasn't. *sigh*
However, my Valentine's day wasn't all bad. I DID spend part of it with Jensen, after all. How is that possible, you ask? Well, time zones, ppl. You gotta love them. :D Croatia is 9 hours ahead of LA. And I'm Croatian, so it totally counts. *nods* :D :p lol
Flight was uneventful. TG. I slept a little, went through my con photos a little, ate a little. Food was fugly as always and that thing we got for breakfast with omelet (no, not the green stuff, that other thing)... I have absolutely no idea what that was. (It was better than omelet, though.)
Tuesday, Feb 15, 2011
Dad picked me up at the airport and drove me home. I was so tired that I barely kept my eyes open, but I didn't go to sleep immediately. I unpacked and took a few minutes to get accustomed to my home again. And then I took my wristband off.
Monday, Feb 14, 2011
And just like that, it was over. (Well, almost. It ain't over until I take my wristband off. And I always leave it on until I get home. Taking it off is the last thing I do after a convention. My way of saying, yes, it's over. Then I give it a day and start preparing for the next one. It's tradition.)
You know that song "just another manic Monday, wish it was Sunday"? Oh yeah, I could do Sunday all over again. Groundhog day, anyone? lol
Funny thing though. Usually my post-convention blues starts as soon as I get Jared's autograph, but this time... I just realized that this time I skipped the whole blues thing. Probably because of that trio photo op. OK, yeah, that WAS worth $269. :D
But it really helps when Js' autographs aren't the last thing on the schedule. This time we still had impromptu stage appearance by Jim, Genevieve's autographs, trio photo ops, Brock's panel/photo ops/autographs, (I'm still ignoring Jensen's jam session), Traci's musical performance, upgrading and waiting in line to buy JPEGs. So, instead at 3 pm, the whole thing ended at 10 pm. And by then I was so exhausted that I forgot I was supposed to be all bluesy.
Blueslessness is in the little things. *pearl of wisdom*
At 11:40 am I was all packed and ready to go, only it turned out it wasn't 11:40. It was 10:40. (That also explained why I was still so tired when I woke up at "8".) It was just the latest of that bloody alarm clock's eccentricities. When I first tried to set the alarm, it almost managed to convince me that I didn't know what the hell I was doing. That little *&$#@! I guess it was on its last breath. But it took me a while to realize that I had to press each button 25 times for the button to actually do what it was supposed to.
So, suddenly I had an extra hour and nothing to do. *grins* I solemnly swear I was not up to no good. lol
At high noon I left the room.
(Yes, that's the one.)
Monday was Feb 14th aka Valentine's day. I had a date. With Lax B. Scanner. It was really short and awkward and made me feel uncomfortable. I was glad and relieved when it was over. All in all, a really bad date. I'd like to say it was a once in a life time experience, but since I AM a conoholic, it probably wasn't. *sigh*
However, my Valentine's day wasn't all bad. I DID spend part of it with Jensen, after all. How is that possible, you ask? Well, time zones, ppl. You gotta love them. :D Croatia is 9 hours ahead of LA. And I'm Croatian, so it totally counts. *nods* :D :p lol
Flight was uneventful. TG. I slept a little, went through my con photos a little, ate a little. Food was fugly as always and that thing we got for breakfast with omelet (no, not the green stuff, that other thing)... I have absolutely no idea what that was. (It was better than omelet, though.)
Tuesday, Feb 15, 2011
Dad picked me up at the airport and drove me home. I was so tired that I barely kept my eyes open, but I didn't go to sleep immediately. I unpacked and took a few minutes to get accustomed to my home again. And then I took my wristband off.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Happy birthday, Jensen Ackles!
It's March 1st and it's Jensen's b-day. 33rd.
Happy birthday, Jensen. :)
Hope you have a great day. May all your scenes be wrapped in one take and all your presents so awesome that you don't want to return them.
Here's something I wrote for his birthday. Two years ago. So if you happened to see this before, yes, I am recycling. What? At least I wrote something. I don't see your poems being posted around. (No, I'm not overly defensive. Why do you ask? *utterly surprised* lol)
And in case someone missed it (as impossible as that sounds), our favorite birthday boy was trending (worldwide) today. For HOURS. :D (Actually, it's 7:55 pm in Cro right now and he's still trending, but I'm assuming most of you won't see this post immediately, hence the past tense.)
Happy birthday, Jensen. :)
Hope you have a great day. May all your scenes be wrapped in one take and all your presents so awesome that you don't want to return them.
Here's something I wrote for his birthday. Two years ago. So if you happened to see this before, yes, I am recycling. What? At least I wrote something. I don't see your poems being posted around. (No, I'm not overly defensive. Why do you ask? *utterly surprised* lol)
And in case someone missed it (as impossible as that sounds), our favorite birthday boy was trending (worldwide) today. For HOURS. :D (Actually, it's 7:55 pm in Cro right now and he's still trending, but I'm assuming most of you won't see this post immediately, hence the past tense.)
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