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hathycol*runs around like an idiot, hands flailing in the air*
Jesus, I thought I learnt never to do WIPs. This obviously applies to journals. I am running around trying to sort out memories, complete a fanfic for the Ninth Doctor Ficathon that I haven't even started other than a rough outline, sort out a bio for Tuilenn and generally NOT EXPLODE. For those that care, I have spent my absense cleaning (a full day, depressingly), with Clare, or with Iona watching Doctor Who. More on that later.
(There will be pictures with this post, but I don't have time to sort them out. I'll post a picspam later on.)
So, I left you all with a cliffhanger. I was fast asleep, on on a motorway. I discovered later this motorway was, in fact, the M25. Good Omens fans will remember that th8is particular motorway is in fact a satantic prayer ring, having been sorting my Crowley to resemble the dread symbol oedgra. Or something like that. I woke up on this motorway with no problems and looked blearily at Clare.
"Where are we?"
"The M25."
"Where are we going?"
She Looked at me and I piped down. However, I had the knowledge of foresight. And Google. And a damned cunning brain. I'll be honest - my magical mystery tour wasn't quite the magival mystery I let on. I had figured I was going to a convention. Unfortunately, there were about three possible conventions we could be going to, so this wasn't much help. What they also didn't bank on was that I am Old Skool. So Old Skool, in fact, that I've been to SG-4 - with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nepygill. And they really, really didn't bank on the fact that dude, I had been to the location before. That's right kids, we went to the Thistle Heathrow Hotel in London, meaning that despite it being 7.30am, I knew where the bloody reception was. I followed Clare upstairs to the hotle room, still unsure as to what actualy event I was at or who would be waiting beind the door.
Waiting behind the door was a sleepyshipperkitten (Emily) and puddykat86 (Roxie).
Well, gosh. I hadn't seen Roxie since SG-6 and she didn't half look different. I then felt very self-conscious of the fact I smelt and my hair was starting to curl up again in some really odd places. On shower later, I felt partly human, and everyone else dressed. And Roxie and I stol breakfast. YAY TOAST.
Normally this is the time where I have detailed notes to aid me, but all I have is a rather faulty memory. So... I'm going to try and bully it into remembering.
To begin with, I was very very very tired. And there were lots of excitinjg and and fabulous guests. These were, basically, Teryl Rothery, Anna-Louise Plowman, Peter Williams, Jason Schomberg, David Palffy and Alexis Cruz. Also some other woman who plays Lois Lane in Smallville, but I KNOW NOTHING of Smallville so we'll ignore her.
The day started off well, with Teryl Rothery. The woman is just so wonderful and amazing. I met her at SG-6 first, and she's just so LOVELY. Clare and I also decided that she was, in fact,purplerainbow in heavy disguise. I can't remember what she said, but she did make me laugh. Alexis Cruz was similiar (god, it's embarrassing not remembering everything) but I did ask Anna-Louise Plowman a question. She was really, really sweet although possibly scared by the lone Doctor Who fangirl in the corner. I actually got a photo with her later on. She is scarily tall, but very pretty.
What else on the Saturday? Other than being incoherant. All the guests came up, and we got all of our autographs with them too. I decided that the logical tihng to do (three. hours. sleep.) was to ask the very bald Dabvid Palffy if bald men used shampoo or shower gel. Shampoo and then moisturiser was my confused answer. I somehow got talking to Peter Williams about my t-shirt as well, and about how t-shirts reflect people's personality. I had my big Elmo face t-shirt on, and he solemnly delcared that it meant my breasts were too close together and I had a massive orange bellybutton. I nearly died laughing.
I also heckled Brian over Doctor Who. Gnargh. Think I did when I was drunk, too. Ugh.
See, this is really bad, but I can't remember much of the talks. I do, however, very vividly remember meeting up with people I haven't seen for a very long time. Seeing Barbara again - who I first met at SG-4 with a delcaration of "You look like Hathor!" - was wonderful, especially as she remembered me. And just the whole convention atmosphere. It was a very small convention, as there was another one going on down the road - Creation Con, with better guests but an awful atmosphere. The guests spent a lot of time talking this up, especially as Alexis Cruz was defected from that con to ours. Ah, politics.
The next stop was Tescos, as we needed alcohol and my Womanly Side picked its bloody moment. We got a little lost on the way, so we ended up being late for Doctor Who.
OH NOES. We missed the first ten minutes and all the bit about the banana groves of Vilengaard and I was not best pleased. Still, these things happen and it was a pleasent time afterwards, eating Pot Noodles and getting gradually pissed as we got ready. Roxie straightened my hair, I put on the top I had taken with me, and somewhere along the line, Roxie took a photo:
PRETTYPRETTYPRETTY.
Actually, the party was great. I love all convention parties, and god, I miss them. You do really silly dances to all kinds of songs, and they play fannish songs, like Doctorin' The TARDIS and the immortal Star Trekkin'. And by god, I danced my socks off and I was absolutely SHITFACED. There was one good bit where my shoe fell off. Good fun.
And then I had to go to bed before I died of exhaustion. So I did.
The next morning, I was surprisingly chirpy with eight hours of sleep under my belt. I awoke, dressed, and tootled back down to the convention. AND CAME OUT. TO ANUBIS. AND A ROOM OF PEOPLE.
THEN I DID IT AGAIN.
I remember much more of this day, bu I'll just highlight the amusing part. Alexis Cruz declaring about how much of a nerd he was is always a plus thing. It all went downhill during David Palffy's talk. He was talking about one of the othet guests, a lovely woman called Ivy Ibenson, who is a casting director for the show.
"She was on an internet date last night! Hey, has anyone else tried that?"
In a room of Stargate geeks, I reasoned, and cautiously raised my hand. I WAS THE ONLY ONE. He bounded over, microphone in hand.
"Go on then, tell everyone about it!"
"ARGH." Complete deer in headlights moment. "Well, it wasn't an actual erm internet dating um we just met online um."
By this point Clare is trying to bury herself in the carpet and I've gone interesting shades of pink. "So, you, like, dated online?"
"Erm. Well. I had a friend online and she introduced me to erm her." I pointed at Clare. "We met at SG-5," I added weakly. Then my old spirit rallied back. "WHY AM I STILL TALKING?"
He went away and I could feel the colour of my face. Christ. Outed me and Clare at a Stargate convention. We did get a round of applause, so that's good to know. After his talk, Clare and I left to go and get lunch, where I texted Iona and blamed her for the entire thing. On the way back, though, we decided that most people wouldn't have been able to see us, they wouldn't remember, etc, etc.
We sat down. Someone wandered over to us and said "So, you guys. Did you meet in a formal internet thing, or...?"
Clare would have killed me was she able.
The day continued well. Jason Schomberg showed us a film he had made about his Crazy Jewish Family (TM) and as all the lights went out, soneone piped into the darkness:
"Are you my mummy?"
General shrieks and chaos and giggles. Jason Schomberg made me giggle in all of his talks, actually, generally involving saying "Seeeeexxxxxxyyyyyy" at the sign language lady, who rose to the occasion and signed it perfectly. Bless her!
They then decided to have another party that night, involving Peter Williams doing a set and lots of the guests. We went back to the hotel room and started the night with style, having a really big Indian take-away (SO DELICIOUS) whilst watching Batman and Robin. That film really is terrible.
Then we went back to the party. Peter Williams' set was reggae, which really isn't my thing. Yet I did dance, mainly because Jason Schomberg was all over Emily like a rash. He also kept pushing people into the middle of the dancefloor to dance alone. He pushed me and Clare into the middle, and I must confess, I was not entirely sober. Neither was Clare. So, we dnced like good lesbians and Jason cheered and then shouted out "KISS!"
Well, that kind of thing is just an invitation, really. The crowd cheered, and later on he stumbled up to Clare and apparently said: "I did not know you guys were dating! And it's cool! And you didn't have to! But you did! And it was great!"
Ah, power. Clare and I stayed and danced all night, occasionally by ourselves. The Killers was one of them. We danced the last dance together, too. Great fun, before we staggered off to bed and took silly photos when the others cam back.
The next day was bleary, but we saw Dizzee Rascal at the airport when we dropped Roxie and Emily off. Small world, really.
And then I came home. I have been home for three days now, and I have finally updated. For those who didn't read under the cut because it's Stargate and you don't care, or my life is meanigless to ou, or whatever, then ALL MUST SEE THIS PICTURE. Thanks topuddykat86 for it, because it's one of the best photos taken of me ever!
Look at my hair! Look at my practically clear skin! Look at my pretty top! Look at my pretty jewellery that seems to sit right! Look at my batwing free arms! LOOK AT MY BREASTS! HOW GOOD DO THEY LOOK! *is proud*
So:
-HAPPITY BIRTHDAY tomoralanqua, my wonderful HOR.
-The Master and The Doctor are disgustingly slashy in Logopolis, but Adric is annoying, so is Teegan, and Nyssa has a silly outfit.
-Romana is the coolest person EVER. Seriously.
-The next Collectormania, I have jinxed my plan of going as Three. Instead, it's City Of Death Romana for me. Schoolgirl out and hat that's perpendicular to the ground.
-Ormskirk's charity shops have no Doctor Who videos, but they do have the original Battlestar Galactica. Trippy.
-I cleaned my room! This should be mentioned more often.
So, my LJ is up to date. Tomorrow, I plan on sorting out the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
new_who memories and also Imedhuir stuff. And revising. That is getting urgent.
Yes, I fully appreciate I am listening to Chesney Hawkes. I actually quite like this song because it has happy memories for me, as well as a rather silly dance that I associate with the A15 Crew. It's also on the radio.
~Hathy_Col~
Jesus, I thought I learnt never to do WIPs. This obviously applies to journals. I am running around trying to sort out memories, complete a fanfic for the Ninth Doctor Ficathon that I haven't even started other than a rough outline, sort out a bio for Tuilenn and generally NOT EXPLODE. For those that care, I have spent my absense cleaning (a full day, depressingly), with Clare, or with Iona watching Doctor Who. More on that later.
(There will be pictures with this post, but I don't have time to sort them out. I'll post a picspam later on.)
So, I left you all with a cliffhanger. I was fast asleep, on on a motorway. I discovered later this motorway was, in fact, the M25. Good Omens fans will remember that th8is particular motorway is in fact a satantic prayer ring, having been sorting my Crowley to resemble the dread symbol oedgra. Or something like that. I woke up on this motorway with no problems and looked blearily at Clare.
"Where are we?"
"The M25."
"Where are we going?"
She Looked at me and I piped down. However, I had the knowledge of foresight. And Google. And a damned cunning brain. I'll be honest - my magical mystery tour wasn't quite the magival mystery I let on. I had figured I was going to a convention. Unfortunately, there were about three possible conventions we could be going to, so this wasn't much help. What they also didn't bank on was that I am Old Skool. So Old Skool, in fact, that I've been to SG-4 - with
nepygill. And they really, really didn't bank on the fact that dude, I had been to the location before. That's right kids, we went to the Thistle Heathrow Hotel in London, meaning that despite it being 7.30am, I knew where the bloody reception was. I followed Clare upstairs to the hotle room, still unsure as to what actualy event I was at or who would be waiting beind the door.Waiting behind the door was a sleepy
shipperkitten (Emily) and puddykat86 (Roxie).Well, gosh. I hadn't seen Roxie since SG-6 and she didn't half look different. I then felt very self-conscious of the fact I smelt and my hair was starting to curl up again in some really odd places. On shower later, I felt partly human, and everyone else dressed. And Roxie and I stol breakfast. YAY TOAST.
Normally this is the time where I have detailed notes to aid me, but all I have is a rather faulty memory. So... I'm going to try and bully it into remembering.
To begin with, I was very very very tired. And there were lots of excitinjg and and fabulous guests. These were, basically, Teryl Rothery, Anna-Louise Plowman, Peter Williams, Jason Schomberg, David Palffy and Alexis Cruz. Also some other woman who plays Lois Lane in Smallville, but I KNOW NOTHING of Smallville so we'll ignore her.
The day started off well, with Teryl Rothery. The woman is just so wonderful and amazing. I met her at SG-6 first, and she's just so LOVELY. Clare and I also decided that she was, in fact,
purplerainbow in heavy disguise. I can't remember what she said, but she did make me laugh. Alexis Cruz was similiar (god, it's embarrassing not remembering everything) but I did ask Anna-Louise Plowman a question. She was really, really sweet although possibly scared by the lone Doctor Who fangirl in the corner. I actually got a photo with her later on. She is scarily tall, but very pretty.What else on the Saturday? Other than being incoherant. All the guests came up, and we got all of our autographs with them too. I decided that the logical tihng to do (three. hours. sleep.) was to ask the very bald Dabvid Palffy if bald men used shampoo or shower gel. Shampoo and then moisturiser was my confused answer. I somehow got talking to Peter Williams about my t-shirt as well, and about how t-shirts reflect people's personality. I had my big Elmo face t-shirt on, and he solemnly delcared that it meant my breasts were too close together and I had a massive orange bellybutton. I nearly died laughing.
I also heckled Brian over Doctor Who. Gnargh. Think I did when I was drunk, too. Ugh.
See, this is really bad, but I can't remember much of the talks. I do, however, very vividly remember meeting up with people I haven't seen for a very long time. Seeing Barbara again - who I first met at SG-4 with a delcaration of "You look like Hathor!" - was wonderful, especially as she remembered me. And just the whole convention atmosphere. It was a very small convention, as there was another one going on down the road - Creation Con, with better guests but an awful atmosphere. The guests spent a lot of time talking this up, especially as Alexis Cruz was defected from that con to ours. Ah, politics.
The next stop was Tescos, as we needed alcohol and my Womanly Side picked its bloody moment. We got a little lost on the way, so we ended up being late for Doctor Who.
OH NOES. We missed the first ten minutes and all the bit about the banana groves of Vilengaard and I was not best pleased. Still, these things happen and it was a pleasent time afterwards, eating Pot Noodles and getting gradually pissed as we got ready. Roxie straightened my hair, I put on the top I had taken with me, and somewhere along the line, Roxie took a photo:
PRETTYPRETTYPRETTY.
Actually, the party was great. I love all convention parties, and god, I miss them. You do really silly dances to all kinds of songs, and they play fannish songs, like Doctorin' The TARDIS and the immortal Star Trekkin'. And by god, I danced my socks off and I was absolutely SHITFACED. There was one good bit where my shoe fell off. Good fun.
And then I had to go to bed before I died of exhaustion. So I did.
The next morning, I was surprisingly chirpy with eight hours of sleep under my belt. I awoke, dressed, and tootled back down to the convention. AND CAME OUT. TO ANUBIS. AND A ROOM OF PEOPLE.
THEN I DID IT AGAIN.
I remember much more of this day, bu I'll just highlight the amusing part. Alexis Cruz declaring about how much of a nerd he was is always a plus thing. It all went downhill during David Palffy's talk. He was talking about one of the othet guests, a lovely woman called Ivy Ibenson, who is a casting director for the show.
"She was on an internet date last night! Hey, has anyone else tried that?"
In a room of Stargate geeks, I reasoned, and cautiously raised my hand. I WAS THE ONLY ONE. He bounded over, microphone in hand.
"Go on then, tell everyone about it!"
"ARGH." Complete deer in headlights moment. "Well, it wasn't an actual erm internet dating um we just met online um."
By this point Clare is trying to bury herself in the carpet and I've gone interesting shades of pink. "So, you, like, dated online?"
"Erm. Well. I had a friend online and she introduced me to erm her." I pointed at Clare. "We met at SG-5," I added weakly. Then my old spirit rallied back. "WHY AM I STILL TALKING?"
He went away and I could feel the colour of my face. Christ. Outed me and Clare at a Stargate convention. We did get a round of applause, so that's good to know. After his talk, Clare and I left to go and get lunch, where I texted Iona and blamed her for the entire thing. On the way back, though, we decided that most people wouldn't have been able to see us, they wouldn't remember, etc, etc.
We sat down. Someone wandered over to us and said "So, you guys. Did you meet in a formal internet thing, or...?"
Clare would have killed me was she able.
The day continued well. Jason Schomberg showed us a film he had made about his Crazy Jewish Family (TM) and as all the lights went out, soneone piped into the darkness:
"Are you my mummy?"
General shrieks and chaos and giggles. Jason Schomberg made me giggle in all of his talks, actually, generally involving saying "Seeeeexxxxxxyyyyyy" at the sign language lady, who rose to the occasion and signed it perfectly. Bless her!
They then decided to have another party that night, involving Peter Williams doing a set and lots of the guests. We went back to the hotel room and started the night with style, having a really big Indian take-away (SO DELICIOUS) whilst watching Batman and Robin. That film really is terrible.
Then we went back to the party. Peter Williams' set was reggae, which really isn't my thing. Yet I did dance, mainly because Jason Schomberg was all over Emily like a rash. He also kept pushing people into the middle of the dancefloor to dance alone. He pushed me and Clare into the middle, and I must confess, I was not entirely sober. Neither was Clare. So, we dnced like good lesbians and Jason cheered and then shouted out "KISS!"
Well, that kind of thing is just an invitation, really. The crowd cheered, and later on he stumbled up to Clare and apparently said: "I did not know you guys were dating! And it's cool! And you didn't have to! But you did! And it was great!"
Ah, power. Clare and I stayed and danced all night, occasionally by ourselves. The Killers was one of them. We danced the last dance together, too. Great fun, before we staggered off to bed and took silly photos when the others cam back.
The next day was bleary, but we saw Dizzee Rascal at the airport when we dropped Roxie and Emily off. Small world, really.
And then I came home. I have been home for three days now, and I have finally updated. For those who didn't read under the cut because it's Stargate and you don't care, or my life is meanigless to ou, or whatever, then ALL MUST SEE THIS PICTURE. Thanks to
puddykat86 for it, because it's one of the best photos taken of me ever!Look at my hair! Look at my practically clear skin! Look at my pretty top! Look at my pretty jewellery that seems to sit right! Look at my batwing free arms! LOOK AT MY BREASTS! HOW GOOD DO THEY LOOK! *is proud*
So:
-HAPPITY BIRTHDAY to
moralanqua, my wonderful HOR.-The Master and The Doctor are disgustingly slashy in Logopolis, but Adric is annoying, so is Teegan, and Nyssa has a silly outfit.
-Romana is the coolest person EVER. Seriously.
-The next Collectormania, I have jinxed my plan of going as Three. Instead, it's City Of Death Romana for me. Schoolgirl out and hat that's perpendicular to the ground.
-Ormskirk's charity shops have no Doctor Who videos, but they do have the original Battlestar Galactica. Trippy.
-I cleaned my room! This should be mentioned more often.
So, my LJ is up to date. Tomorrow, I plan on sorting out the
new_who memories and also Imedhuir stuff. And revising. That is getting urgent.Yes, I fully appreciate I am listening to Chesney Hawkes. I actually quite like this song because it has happy memories for me, as well as a rather silly dance that I associate with the A15 Crew. It's also on the radio.
~Hathy_Col~
