I used to be a writer. When I was four years old, my parents taught me how to read and write my name and address. This was so I could get my library card. The world opened up to me. I was going every day. They had to stay there with me…for hours, until I got my fill…and then have me check out books for third graders. Only then, could I have books that I did not need to return tomorrow. The hours? So I could absorb as many of the books for those my age as possible. On drives, I remember reading all of the stop signs, and lights, and fast food signs…everything.
Within a few years, I begged for a typewriter (this was the late 80s/early 90s), and I GOT ONE! It was amazing. I was SOOOO excited. I wrote ALL OF THE TIME. Not in all caps, like that. I would have chucked those pages. This is for emphasis. I loved it so, though.
I mainly wrote short stories. Even through junior high I was writing, short plays, that would occupy my friends, mainly. In high school? Abysmal poetry was my jam. I thought that if it actually stuck to the rules that it was too mainstream, so a lot of it was complete nonsense.
As an adult, the pressures of life, and my more limited imagination led to this, my blog. I mean, not ONLY this. I wrote at other places on the web as well, but rarely fiction. That marked a bit of a change for me. I loved sharing everything that I was enamored with with the world. It was amazing. It was the grown up version of the e-zine that I had published in high school, only way better.
However, this has change been the biggest. During the last three years I have rarely written at all. Right now I feel the urge to write, and what am I talking about? Writing. No offense to the lovely authors that I adore, but this is often an exercise in how to deal with procrastination and/or writer’s block.
Do nonfiction writers/bloggers get writer’s block? I would have to say yes. Nearly two months ago, I had a huge revelation, but I cannot blame that solely for this. I mean this had been going on for a while.
I do not know my current end game. I only know that this blog will not fully end, not any time soon. I pay to keep it up…every month. I do this for a reason, even if I do not fully know why yet.
Over the next few weeks, I will be writing extensively about my experience this past weekend at the most recent Wizard World in Philadelphia. I will be going into depth on panels, celebs, cosplayers, artists, and more. I’ve decided to do a comprehensive, yet, hopefully not too wordy, diary style overview to kick things off. Times are approximate and are in EST. New correspondent Robert Sunshine accompanied me. During this post, I will just refer to him as RS.
We got on an Amtrak near our hometown to get to Pittsburgh. The train was late, which was actually a positive as that would make our wait for our bus in Pittsburgh that much shorter. The trip was uneventful.
After walking across the street from the Amtrak station to the Greyhound and getting situated, we called our families to let the know that everything was going well. We snacked, talked, and played on our phones for under an hour. Then, it was apparent that the Greyhound line for our bus was getting long, so we headed over to wait in it until 2AM. Our bus left about 20 minutes late. As usual on the Greyhound, the ride was uncomfortable. Of course, it was faster and cheaper than the Amtrak, so I’m good.
Our bus actually made up the time that we’d lost, so we arrived on time. We quickly walked from the Greyhound station to the convention center. On the way, we stopped at that super ghetto, yet super close McDonald’s (if you go, you know the one) for breakfast.
By this time, we had changed into our costumes and picked up our wristbands. (I was very impressed by how quickly these were passed out.) We were ready, but volunteers were only allowing VIPS onto the showroom floor until 10AM. RS made sure that his artist portfolio for Marvel was to his liking. We observed some great cosplayers. A talent agent for an extras casting company took down our info and gave us his card.
We were finally allowed onto the floor. One of the first things that happened was Michael Rooker walking quickly by us. Ah, the excitement when you see celebs so quickly like that! A few years back, I had an encounter with Norman Reedus that still gives me chills.
We got photos with some cosplayers and some even requested some with us. I was just happy that people got who I was dressed as, the Suicide Squad version of Harley Quinn. RS was a jester (or harlequin, as he was fond of saying), which garnered a lot of attention. I also picked up my Stephen Amell autograph ticket. It had said that it was for Saturday when I ordered it, but I was given one for Sunday. I was actually happy about this, because Saturday was so packed full of things to do. Plus, this would mean getting to see Amell on both Saturday and Sunday. That line was pretty long, so I couldn’t stomach waiting in his photo line then as well.
This is my fourth year attending (RS’s first), in all of that time, I’ve barely bought anything aside from photos and autographs. I don’t like dragging stuff around and I’m cheap. RS is a bad influence though. In no time at all, we had bought a good number of prints from some talented artists. We played a spin the wheel game at the CW booth. RS won a The Flash hat and I won an Arrow poster.
We hit up Summer Glau‘s panel. Her Firefly costar Nathan Fillion was originally scheduled to attend this as well. However, he was injured and had to drop out. She seemed sweet, but the panel wasn’t as exciting as it could have been. I always enjoy when actors have other actors to volley with, not just a moderator.
Glau’s panel was immediately followed by Lin Shaye’s, in the same room. I do wish that I could have stayed for that and the meet and greet that followed (we had passes), but I decided to go another way.
RS is a Potterhead. James and Oliver Phelps of Harry Potter fame had been added to the con’s lineup about a week or so beforehand. So we trekked to their room. Unfortunately, it was super packed. Being that I’m not a Potterhead, needed to charge my phone and figure out directions to our hotel, and the claustrophobia of a standing room only panel getting to me, I opted to chill out in the hallway, while RS watched. He said that is was very entertaining.
1:30PM Katie Cassidy‘s panel was being held directly after the Phelps’ in the same room. RS has never attended before, so he didn’t know that he could have stayed in the room and moved up to get decent seats for us. No worries, I joined her line before the Phelps’ panel let out. Her panel was very fun and informative. RS waited in her Q&A line, but never made it to the microphone. This wasn’t surprising as many fans ask multiple questions even though they are repeatedly asked to keep it to one.
Ben McKenzie (Gotham) and Penn Badgely‘s (Gossip Girl) panels conflicted with hers, making them impossible to attend.
At this point we had about an hour and 15 minutes until Stephen Amell’s panel. It was originally set for Sunday, which I would have much preferred. However, it was moved, I believe, due to his Wine Mixer that day.
We were exhausted from lugging our backpacks all night and day. So, we booked it to our hotel (about a half a mile away). We didn’t have time to sight see on the way but I could tell that RS was really into the city. After checking in and grabbing some complimentary snacks, we headed up to check out our room and dump everything that we wouldn’t need for the rest of the day.
We got to Stephen Amell‘s panel just after it had started. So, we were way in the back. I enjoyed hearing Amell talk about the progression of Oliver Queen’s character.
4:15PM Amell‘s general photo ops for Saturday were set for 5:40PM (WAAAYYY too late IMHO). After exiting his panel, we headed to the photo booth to get our hard photo op card. We spoke to a volunteer who told us that we should come back at 5:20 to line up for Amell.
However, due to the photo op time, the time it takes to get around the convention center, etc. we were unable to attend any of the following awesome panels that were happening from 4:30-6: DANNY TREJO, MICHAEL ROOKER, ROGER CORMAN, and BURT REYNOLDS. We only had ONE professional photo op. I think that you’d miss a lot more if you had bought some more. I really wish that these panels were more spread out. I think that Reynolds and Corman were only there for Saturday, so that’s understandable. However, I don’t see why Trejo, Rooker, and some of the earlier panels in the day, couldn’t be pushed to Sunday. Then ticket holders wouldn’t have to feel like they were missing out on so much.
We took the probably half hour that we had after getting our op in order and changing, to shop and admire more cosplayers.
We joined Amell‘s already long photo line. We were behind two very fun young ladies who were cosplaying Canary and Felicity Smoak (!). They made the time fly by. It actually did go pretty quickly though. I think that we had already made it near the front of his line by 5:40. I wish I had a good story about the op, but all I can say is that Amell has a nice smile. RS said something to him to the affect of, “Don’t worry, you’re almost done”. Amell seemed happy about that. I’m super suprised at the ops of him actually doing poses with attendees as these ops are always very quick. Maybe those were VIPS, or folks with much bigger balls than I.
After the op and checking out a few things on the floor, we decided to head back to our hotel. We stopped for a brew on the way. At this point all we were missing was the Frankie Muniz panel, which was probably good, but not a must for either of us.
I chose a hotel with a pool so we could wind down. So after eating our food that we’d gotten to go, cheese steaks of course, we went for a dip. This was during the costume contest. I’m not sure why, but I’ve never attended a costume contest at the Philly con, so I wasn’t worried about it.
By this time, I was tucked into bed. I know this makes me a party pooper. After all, the official after party was taking places at the Field House from 9PM-2AM. However, I was exhausted and not feeling well. I felt a bit bad because RS has never been to a WW after party. However, I’ve only been to one and the experience was a bit of a let down, so I didn’t feel that bad personally. I think I was asleep by 11PM.
My alarm was not set until 8:30, but I had slept my fill. We had to be checked out by 11AM. So we did the logical/fun thing and got our money’s worth by taking a dip in the pool again, after packing.
We were headed to the Gallery Mall and then the con. On the way, we were very touristy and took photos. Unfortunately the main store that we wanted to shop at in the mall was closed for some reason, but oh well.
RS and I went to get his Sunday wristband. Yes, he had to buy separate Saturday and Sunday passes partway through April, because the weekend ones had already sold out. After that, RS headed over to the floor to see what Marvel thought of his art. I went to get decent seats at the Cary Elwes panel. Elwes was very entertaining and looked smashing.
We headed to the floor so I could buy some table selfies for Katie Cassidy and Cary Elwes. That didn’t take too long. I was disappointed that the day before when I’d gotten my Amell photo, a staff member had told me that these could be bought in line. So, I tried to line up in Cassidy’s line first. Luckily, a volunteer found out the truth for me, so I didn’t wait in her line without a ticket.
Cassidy‘s line was fairly long. If I’m calculating it correctly, we were probably in her line for about a half hour. It was the fastest table meet I’ve ever had. I didn’t get RS in the pic, which sucked. Although I later saw others get two attendees in their pics on Instagram, so I guess I shoulda been pushy. No candid photos were allowed in Cassidy’s line. We found this out after snapping some. This is very odd to me. In the past, if you had bought an autograph, etc. from a guest, you were allowed to snap some pics in line.
When people ask me what Cassidy was like, I say that I don’t know, because I literally said “hi”. She said nothing to me. RS randomly asked her something as we were leaving the table. She answered, but in a very uninterested way. She’s definitely as beautiful in person though.
At this point, I truly didn’t feel like entering Amell‘s line, but when you have pre-bought tickets you can’t just throw money away and not go get them. I think that’s the idea. We waited in Amell’s line for about 50 minutes. Candids were also not allowed in his line. Since I knew this, I didn’t attempt to take any. Although, you will see some on Instagram that others took anyway.
I had bought the autograph, because you typically get at least a minute to converse with a guest when you are at their table, unlike in a professional photo op. However, I had a bad feeling when I got up to the table. The person at his table didn’t help me pick a photo. They asked if I wanted the photo personalized and then wrote my name, my four letter, easy to spell name on a post it and attached it to the photo. The only time I’ve had that happen for me, because I have an easy name, was when I met Christian Kane back in ’05. He was too hungover too function correctly.
Amell, however, seemed to have checked out. IMHO, he was in a hurry to leave and go promote his wine. I had read that the mixer started somewhere from 4-5. I tried to engage him in conversation. I told him how we loved his show so much that even though we’d only started in a couple of months ago, that we were already all caught up. I complimented him on his panel. I honestly don’t think he said anything back. He may have glanced up at me while signing the photo. RS is ballsier than me, so he stopped to ask Amell a question as we left. Amell gave him a more satisfactory answer than Cassidy (more details to come on what this is regarding).
And now to the longest wait of all: the Cary Elwes line! After being in his line for about 20 minutes, I heard over the loud speaker that Matthew Mercer was having a free meet and greet in one of the rooms (It turned out to be a martial arts demonstration, very cool!) I told RS to go enjoy. RS had a theory that Elwes line was moving slowly because he was actually taking time to talk to attendees.
At about 3:15PM, I was sooo close to Elwes. His booth had fabric around all sides, absolutely negating any photos being taken by looky loos. I was the fourth person outside of it. There were maybe 9 people waiting behind me. This is when Elwes decided to take a break from signing. So I then waited a half hour for him to return. During this time, I watched Frankie Muniz, who was two tables over, interact with some young fans. He was great with them.
And…It was all worth it! He was so charming. He actually shook my hand and asked my name. I told him how I’d enjoyed his panel, and he was happy about it. Then I said, “I’ve had a crush on you since I was nine”, and he said, “Come here and give me a hug”. Aw! We hugged! Then we took a photo together. Ah, dashing!
RS and I met back up for our final hour at the con. Doors closed in an hour!!! First, I stopped at Muniz‘s table just to tell him how great he was with his fans. We had to make a mad dash to buy stuff, get a photo at the Tomorrowland booth, and check out cosplayers.
We left the convention hall, saw the Nesquik rabbit outside and got pics with him/free Nesquik from him.
We arrived at my favorite place to eat in Philly, Bar Ly! It was awesome, as always. It’s still strange that this once Asian tapas eatery had to morph into a sports bar to keep business afloat, but they still serve the same great food, so not matter. After dinner, we chilled a bit and decided on our next move.
We ended up at the Ritz East movie theater. We watched the mind blowing Ex Machina and got to chill out for a couple of hours.
While trekking back to the Greyhound station, we were stopped by some other attendees of the con. They were a lot of fun, so we joined them for a drink at a small bar.
We decided to take our leave, because it’s always recommended that you get to the Greyhound station early. We were there sometime after 11. Our bus was set to leave at 12:20. At 12:10, after already being lined up for a while, we were told that it was running 20 minutes late. It was wayyy longer than that. We didn’t leave Philly until after 1AM.
The lateness of our departure, coupled with the driver’s poor driving, and the always ominous traffic while entering Pittsburgh, means that we didn’t get there until 2 hours after we were set to. This made us an hour late for our last bus to our hometown.
So we had 3 hours to kill until another bus would be there. After chillin for a while, we went to eat at a nice little place called Gino’s Cafe. On the way there, we stopped at a cool, geeky trade in store that we vowed to return to in the future.
Our bus arrived 15 minutes late, arggh. We were so tired. We slept all of the way home. Unfortunately, as the Greyhound driver sucked, I did not get a nap in before returning to real life, and a meeting at 2PM, but what can you do?
The juice was worth the squeeze.~The Girl Next Door
Thanks to Wizard World for providing me with a complimentary weekend press pass to the 2015 Wizard World Philadelphia Comic Con. For info on Wizard World’s upcoming cons, please go here.
While reading through the LAMB‘s retweets I came across many bloggers participating in a super awesome blogathon. The Life, Love and the Movies blogathon is fantastic. It reminds me of those surveys we used to do on Myspace that you now see pop up on tumblr or occasionally Facebook, except it’s all about movies and how they have related to your life and your love life, specifically. Get ready to learn a lot about me.
1. What was the first movie you saw in the cinema and what do you remember about that visit?
I saw Who Framed Roger Rabbit when I was 5. My older brother took me because my little sister (who was 2) had to be taken to see a doctor. We don’t remember what she was sick for or anything though. I was very excited to see a movie in the theater. I still love the film BTW.
2. Are there any movies you have very strong memories of which are not because of the movie (for example something which happened at the time you were watching it)?
I usually give a movie my full attention. I have two memories from the theater that come to mind but they are due to the movies themselves. I saw W. with my sister when it came out. She wasn’t going to be in town for very long so when we realized that the movie was wasting our time together (we were so bored) we walked out. That’s the only movie I’ve ever walked out of. I also remember seeing that Heath Ledger fantasy film, The Brothers Grimm. It wasn’t very good but the reason that it comes to mind is that the theater was having a glitch and the film stopped about three times. We were not amused.
I also remember a few movies that were so exciting because they were like events. Titanic was exciting as a horny 14 year old girl. It was also the first movie that I saw that had an intermission. When the Star Wars films were re-released (and later the first prequel) we went to see them during a midnight screening. Waiting in line with all of the huge Star Wars fans (as I’d become once I saw them) was exciting and the original was my first midnight screening. As an adult my most anticipated movie that my sister and I went to see at midnight was The Simpsons Movie. It was awesome to be there with all of the other Simpsons fans in their tees. There was a problem with our theater’s projector though so we had to move after getting there early and picking out prime seats. It still rocked though.
3. Which movies had a big impact on you and changed a (small) part of your view on life?
One of my dad’s favorite movies is The Rocky Horror Picture Show. He was a big fan of watching it on Halloween when I was a kid. I think that helped with realizing that there were people out there who didn’t conform to social norms. As a little kid I didn’t get that it was so sexual.
Trainspotting, A Clockwork Orange and Fight Club are some movies I saw as a teenager that changed my outlook on life. They showed me that some people live outside of what society expects of us. Even though I can be materialistic I like the idea of materialism not making you happy as they mention in Trainspotting and Fight Club. A Clockwork Orange also appeals to that side of me that believes that people never fully change. Plus as an atheist I think it’s hilarious when he reads the bible for the violence.
4. Do you have any comfort movies which you return to because you are in a specific mood (for example if you are feeling down/nursing a heartbreak)?
Showgirls is my favorite movie. If I’m in a depression it helps a little.
5. If a movie would be made about your life, what type of movie would it be and who would you like to portray you?
It would be awesome if it were a sex comedy. Since it would be about me though it would have to have my issues (not just my sometimes awesome sex life) in it. So maybe Amanda Seyfried. She’s a great actress with blonde hair (I’m not natural but I always go back to it) who has had IRL issues with anxiety and panic attacks. Plus she’s not naturally that thin so she could easily gain a little weight to look more like me. Acting wise I adore Nicole Kidman. I guess she could also do it since she can do anything.
6. Which existing movie best represents you?
As someone who figured out that they have PDD-NOS (basically asperger’s, autism spectrum disorder) and was bullied a lot in school I totally relate to that part of Ben X, which sucks. I’m not a gamer though. As an adult in that regard it would be Adam, even though I am not a fan of Rose Byrne.
I don’t think any movie really represents me though. Maybe The Net? I know most don’t care for it, but I totally do. Ways Angela Bennett (Sandra Bullock) is like me: she works from home on a computer, orders pizza online, saves up money for vacations in which she dresses provocatively, drinks and sleeps with a stranger. She’s very alienated so it’s possible she suffers from a bit of social anxiety, especially since she is pretty paranoid even before everything happens. So yeah, that one.
7. If you knew you would die tomorrow, what would be the last movie you would want to see?
8. If you can spend your life working in the film industry, what would you be and why? (you know, director, producer, actor, cinematographer, costume designer, sound designer etc?)
I wanted to be an actor when I was young. I love clothes but I don’t think I could deal with the actors’ demands and weight concerns. I’d want to write/direct these days.
1. Did you ever have a first kiss with someone while at the cinema and if so which movie was playing?
No. I’ve given hjs to a bf at the movies though.
2. What is your favorite movie relationship and why?
When Harry Met Sally is definitely up there. It actually sucks that they wasted years just hanging out when they could have been dating when you think about it but I end up going back to it often. A completely different example of onscreen love that I adore is Secretary. BDSM and fear of commitment! If you mean a movie in general, not just a romance, a great family dynamic is played out between the sisters in In Her Shoes. If I watch that I have to be prepared to cry and call my sister.
3. When did your love for movies start and how has it grown?
I’ve been watching movies since childhood as a result of my father being really into movies. I didn’t really think about the reality or impact of movies until I was in junior high. I think that’s when I started truly appreciating and studying them. Although when we were kids we still did really like watching movies. The local video store had a one day rental on new releases so if we loved something we had to re watch it the next morning before it went back.
4. If you have to choose one film to watch with your loved one, what would it be and why?
This depends on the day and what’s happening. Tangled is awesome and family friendly though.
5. If you can choose one character from a movie to be your significant other who would it be and why?
Either Indiana Jones or Christian from Moulin Rouge. Christian from Moulin Rouge as played by Ewan McGregor (sighs) is super sweet and I think he’d always be there for you. However Indiana Jones is fuckin’ Indiana Jones, I mean he reads, he travels and he’s played by Harrison Ford at his sexiest! Sure, he’s emotionally unavailable but I bet he’s great in the sack!
6. What was the first movie that made you fall in in love with film and cinema?
I can’t really pinpoint this. The Wizard of Oz has always loomed large though. I also remember being really excited when I got to see Beetlejuice when I was 6, not just because it looked awesome but because it was rated PG!
7. How did your passion for movies turn you into a movie blogger?
I’ve been writing since I picked up a pencil (age 4). I used to write fiction but as I grew older I started writing outside of that. When I was a teen I had a psych class that forced us to keep a journal. I was at a point when I didn’t have that much going on so I would often write a short review of a movie I’d seen over the weekend on Mondays.
8. What is your favorite date from a movie?
This is a tough one. I’m going to go with Before Sunrise though. It’s great how they seize the moment and feel that immediate connection.
Click here to answer these questions for yourselves fellow movie lovers!
I’ve been meaning to write this for years. It originated with fashion blogs. I see many plus size bloggers and straight sized bloggers, but I don’t fit in with either. I’m a 10-12 or 11-13 (juniors’s) and a whole myriad of sizes depending on the designer. I have clothes from XS to XL.
Recently I’ve been more into sex bloggers, I still don’t fit. I’m an in betweener. I see very thin sexy bloggers, sizes 00-6 and then plus, 20+. I just don’t fit.
As a pre-teen/teen in the 90s I was considered average to fat. I was called fat so much that I have a complex.
I have disordered eating. I don’t even like people (even MDs or nurses knowing my weight, but it’s on my MM profile, go figure). I’ll eat so healthy and then veer the other way. I have suffered from exercise bulimia. In case you are unaware, that is bad, very bad, psychologically. I won’t drop dead, probably, like my late uncle, that I never met, who had a heart attack after a starvation diet. But..that possibility is always there.
I hate myself. I don’t want to, I know it’s irrational, but I still do. I want to be thin, I want to be beautiful, I want to be the archetype of my youth, sized 6, 130lbs. I was so close once, but alas, I freaked out, with reason, I mean, I exercised a minimum of 4 hours per day.
Yes, that’s bad. I don’t want to back slide. This is my cry for help, I guess, NEDA week/month is in Feb. I want to be better by then. I want to be healthy, not scared.
I don’t want to count calories, I can’t, it’ll fuck me up. I just want to be me.
I was vegan for a period of time, as a hobby, to occupy me. It helped to teach me about new foods, but it didn’t “FIX ME”. I really don’t think anything ever will. I feel even worse for the current generation. (from this 80s BABY)
Ideas? Suggestions? Not if you are super skinny or if you don’t know or don’t understand what I’m going through. If you think overexercise is good then don’t fuck with me, I will try to help you. If that doesn’t work I will dismiss you.
Are you with me on this in between crusade? Let me know. I’d love to interview you, regardless of your blog (or lack thereof)-fashion, sex, what have you, I don’t discriminate.