Well, as you can see from the fact that I'm just now getting home, my sleeping schedule is utterly fucked. But that's okay. It's good in my view of things.
Lotsa things about to-day--er, I really should call it yesterday--were good in my view.
I'm really feeling too tired now to talk about them . . . but what the hell.
The Comicon was pretty keen. Although there wasn't very much interesting there.
Pioneer had a very large, detailed set of some ruined old cathedral as a promotion for Hellsing, a series that is a great deal more popular than I hadmthought it was. Inside, at a desk, and dressed in a costume well resembling that of has character, was the English voice actor for the series' central character, Alucard, whose name, you may notice, is Dracula spelled backwards. And judging from the fact that the title was obviously taken from the eccentric protagonist of Stoker's novel, Dr. Abraham Von Hellsing, one can at the very least assume that the series has a lot to do with Dracula. Except the one episode I've seen seemed to have absolutely nothing to do with Dracula . . .
I saw a lot of nice costumes while I was there, my favourites being a perfect, to T, Rei Ayanami and Asuka Langley Sohryu from Neon Genesis Evangelion. There were also keen resemblers of the Nazgul, Han Solo, Qui Gon Jinn, Indiana Jones, and, erm, Han Solo in Empire Strikes Back garb. There really seemed to be a Harrison Ford festival going about.
I sat down and listened to Ray Bradbury for a while, who was there answering questions and stuff, and he said something very embarrassing about 9/11 which I shall not repeat here because I do like the man and I'm very sleepy.
Perhaps the biggest thrill for me was after listening to a panel discussion with the Too Much Coffee Man magazine editor/writer team whose only member that was recognisable to me was Jhonen Vasquez (creator of Johnny the Homicidal Maniac), I approached one of the senior writer/editor people and actually asked him if he would hire me and had him respond with a maybe and a giving to me of his card--whilest meanwhile Vasquez stood beside the guy I was talking to, listening to my conversation, and I was too dumbfoundedly nervous to even identify myself as a fan. (Fucking gods, would you LOOK at the length of that sentence?).
What kept me up until about five hours into to-day? This was Trisa and I downloading all sorts of things at random, for fun.