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Oct. 7th, 2007 08:37 amAttended Fallcon (comics and more!) yesterday. A building with no ventilation and chockful of people, on a day with record-setting high temps. Stinky. Had a good time though. Kept bumping into people we knew, bought some awesome art from a local guy (might have him do some commissions. Our house needs more artwork).
I have a hard time going up to local artists when I'm not planning on buying anything. I guess, to me, me standing there and going through their sketchbooks, then walking away is sorta the equivalent of someone reading one of my stories in front of me, then putting it down and walking away. Why was it unworthy? WHY. So I always wait until there are others at the booth, then I slink in and out.
It was also the Day of the So-Not-A-MILF in catsuits. Bark, bark. Everytime some one walked by in costume, we'd try to comment with a line from canon. With anime chicks, we had to stick with "moshi" or, towards the end when we were heat-drunk, "Believe it!".
No slash. Every year I search, and every year there is nothing. I have a huge budget for homoerotica, people. Less Cathy Less Crosby as Wonder Woman Dvds and more dudes touching dudes. I tabbed a few artists as likely to open to that kind of commission, but I wasn't wild about their artwork. Le sigh.
My favorite piece of art-- v.v.v. expensive; did not buy alas-- was a inked cyberpunked scene. There's a girl, bent over a bank of comps, hacking away. Does anyone use "hacking" anymore; is there a new word yet?, and behind her and unbeknown to her, her male companion has been captured. There's a wonderful sense of tension, and all these unanswered questions. Which gave my writer's brain a wonderful whirl. It was fun, not knowing who the heels and faces were in the pic, and getting to make up my own context.
Fallcon also means lunch at Dino's. GYROS and greek salad. So tasty. And stopping by the local discount mall. I was a fangirl of epic lamerness when I demanded we visit HomeGoodsbecause M. Hardy mentioned it in his blog because I want to see what they have. They have tackiness. Not fun, campy tacky. Ugly, mundane tacky: pink can openers, hearts on everything, flimsy furniture with flowers and fake gilding painted on, out-of-date crafts in 80's colors, eesh. I'm glad M. Hardy found nothing to buy.
I have a hard time going up to local artists when I'm not planning on buying anything. I guess, to me, me standing there and going through their sketchbooks, then walking away is sorta the equivalent of someone reading one of my stories in front of me, then putting it down and walking away. Why was it unworthy? WHY. So I always wait until there are others at the booth, then I slink in and out.
It was also the Day of the So-Not-A-MILF in catsuits. Bark, bark. Everytime some one walked by in costume, we'd try to comment with a line from canon. With anime chicks, we had to stick with "moshi" or, towards the end when we were heat-drunk, "Believe it!".
No slash. Every year I search, and every year there is nothing. I have a huge budget for homoerotica, people. Less Cathy Less Crosby as Wonder Woman Dvds and more dudes touching dudes. I tabbed a few artists as likely to open to that kind of commission, but I wasn't wild about their artwork. Le sigh.
My favorite piece of art-- v.v.v. expensive; did not buy alas-- was a inked cyberpunked scene. There's a girl, bent over a bank of comps, hacking away. Does anyone use "hacking" anymore; is there a new word yet?, and behind her and unbeknown to her, her male companion has been captured. There's a wonderful sense of tension, and all these unanswered questions. Which gave my writer's brain a wonderful whirl. It was fun, not knowing who the heels and faces were in the pic, and getting to make up my own context.
Fallcon also means lunch at Dino's. GYROS and greek salad. So tasty. And stopping by the local discount mall. I was a fangirl of epic lamerness when I demanded we visit HomeGoods
