Escapade Con Report: Public Edition
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rsadelleOverall Con Theme
Too much SGA. Seriously, people, too much.
Catch Phrase of the Weekend I
"Your vagina is not a purse."
Catch Phrase of the Weekend II
"Penis, penis, vagina."
Bad Story Concept
We were talking about AUs, and someone told us about a lotrips AU. In this AU, Viggo is a teacher at a boarding school that Orlando attends. This sounds good, right? But then whoever it was told us the rest of the plot: Viggo is actually undercover looking for alien activity, and Orlando is an alien but doesn't know it.
Bunny for Sale
The consuite is actually an old nightclub, which had Molly and I trying to think of old nightclub AUs. Here's one I'll probably never write: Angel was Spike's something (father, brother, lover, mentor), but he died recently and left all his money to Spike. Spike takes this money and buys an old, rundown nightclub. His accountant, Willow, suggests that he might hire her best friend/client Xander to do the renovations. Spike instinctively introduces himself to Xander as William, which only Angel ever called him. Faith, Buffy, and Riley are all members of Xander's crew. At this point, you should insert some handwaving about Spike and Xander starting to fall in love/lust. As part of this, Xander brings in a fabulously beautiful wood bar, and it's Willow who tells Spike that Xander actually made it himself. Eventually, at Spike's request, Xander makes exactly the kind of desk Spike needs for the office upstairs. And there's some Spike and Xander having sex in the apartment upstairs during club hours.
Purchases
Ah, the dealers room. I got the Firefly pics I wanted for my blank wall, and I bought another Spike picture for my Angel and Spike wall which will now have to curve around the corner. I also bought two very pretty Willow and Giles pics. I have no idea what I'm going to do with them, but they're pretty.
Girl, Unidentified
There was one particular fan who never wore her nametag that we took to referring to as Hot Girl. The only thing I heard her say was in the femslash panel where she said the LA lesbian community she's familiar with does not look like the community on The L Word. She also spent a lot of time hanging out with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hederahelix. If you know who Hot Girl is, please let us know; we want to stalk her on LJ. Hot Girl, if you're reading this, we appreciated looking at you, and we mean the stalking you on LJ thing to be complimentary and not creepy.
Thursday Evening
While lounging about in the lobby, we halfheartedly searched forsoobunny. This consisted of us asking people, "Has anyone seen Soo?" Someone asked us, "What's her last name?" To which we, of course, answered, "Bunny."
Friday Morning
First up: Angel panel. I'd yet to actually see my co-moderator, but there she was in the panel. I was not prepared for this panel, and, uh, I don't really remember much of it. I tried pimping The S Curve, but people didn't seem too interested.
Friday Afternoon
After snacking instead of real lunch, it was time for the Research for Fic panel. This was less about how to do research and more about how to work that research into your story. Again, too much SGA. However, this was where we discovered that more people than we know are into boutique-y fandoms, as one woman was reading a gargantuan book on the pox for research for a Libertine story (I think; maybe Libertine was someone else).
Then we stayed in the same room for the Beta Circle. I greatly appreciated that this was scheduled for Friday afternoon, because it meant that people could take things with them. There were only a few people there, but I think we got some good work done. I have to admit that I haven't yet read all the comments people left for me, but I definitely appreciated those of Glass Houses, who asked sensible things like, "What is he tied to?" and "Wouldn't that take a long time?"
At some point, we swung through the fannish tradeshow, but that was it for Friday panels.
Friday Evening
We ducked out of the party early (as in after about five minutes) and went back to the hotel room to watch, um, something that had a lot of ads for Armageddon the next night.
Saturday Morning
Litslash: Again, I was unprepared. Again, boutique-y fandom people. Dine had just given Molly a copy of Luck in the Shadows, so we even had a visual aid. Molly kept the list of litslash fandoms we came up with. I only remember a few. The most interesting thing to me was the discussion of fan ficcing the fan fic. No one seemed to think anything much of it.
Saturday Afternoon
Religion and Slash: It seemed interesting, but it started out way more about the religion of slashers than religion in fic, so I took myself back down to the con suite.
Eroica: I expected this to be a small panel. What I hadn't realized was that there are no Eroica fans who are also young folk. The funniest moment of the panel was when one of the attendees started complaining about a classic slash plot, which is almost exactly the plot of the Eroica epic I'll probably never finish. Best plot bunny of the panel: Dorian is really deep under cover working for MI-[some number].
DamonAffleck: This panel was myself, Molly, Soo, Charles, and Meagan watching video clips and dividing up the merchandise Molly brought for us. The cigarette smoking thing! Ben's hand on Matt's knee! Ben jumping on Chris Moore!
Dykes on Parade: Mmm, femslash panel. The panel was again awesome, but it really needs to be on the main track. I have the list we made in the panel of femslash places and pairings, and I promise I will type it up in the next couple of days.
Saturday Night
Molly and I played a little bit of He-He, but we were very tired, so after only a few rounds, we headed back to our room to watch the end of Armageddon.
Sunday Morning
This year, we actually made it downstairs in time for breakfast. Of course, we were running later than everyone else, so we ended up, just the four of us, at the table way back in the corner.
Sunday Afternoon
The Absence of Color in Black and White Fan Fiction: This was the best panel I went to all weekend. It was awesome, and Con and Lady J brought academic handouts, which made it even more awesome. (I occasionally have the urge to read academic handouts, but I don't know what to read.)
Jay and Silent Bob: This panel was myself, Molly, Soo, Charles, and Meagan (Elek joined us at some point) watching Charles' highlight reel and discussing both the recs handout Charles brought and the list of fanon. We discovered that my brain full of Jay and Silent Bob is still in action. On the list of fanon is "Jay gives good blow jobs," which is totally canon. In the Clerks comic, Jay gets a job as a fluffer, but gets fired because he's too good at it.
RPS: Ah, the RPS panel. Where everyone loves the RPS and if anyone doesn't, they know not to show up at the panel.
Escapade Review: This was the worst panel I went to all weekend. Instead of really encouraging new people to lead panels, they seemed to be discouraging people who lead panels to either not lead them or lead fewer, and it seemed really negative. They are, however, looking for ideas about how to get more young folk to come to Escapade. If you have any, let them know.
Sunday Evening
Dead Dog Party in the con suite. Woo-hoo! We stayed until the last people were filtering out, and then we went back to our room. Where we found the best TV show ever: Bailando por un sueño which appears to feature some people dancing, then celebrities giving roses and candles to people with sob stories, and then some other people dancing. It was hilarious.
Then we got Molly hooked on Grey's Anatomy.
Monday Morning
We got out of the hotel fairly early, and so we found time to visit a mall that was not a mall. It seemed to consist of a Borders, some movie theaters, and a lot of restaurants.
Monday Evening
I decided to have dinner at LAX. I went to the chain clam chowder in a bread bowl place. This was a bad idea. First of all, I burned my tongue. I have burned my tongue every time I've had their soup. A burned tongue hurts a hell of a lot more the second day. Secondly, I spilled soup on me, making me have to wash my sweatshirt in today's laundry. Thirdly, there were high winds and therefore turbulence in Sacramento, and I was nauseated. I appreciated the cold and the wind when I got out of the airport though; it helped settle my stomach.
And then, on the drive home, I hit the worst of the storm just before Yuba City. Thank goodness the road is mostly straight there, because I certainly couldn't see much of anything.
Too much SGA. Seriously, people, too much.
Catch Phrase of the Weekend I
"Your vagina is not a purse."
Catch Phrase of the Weekend II
"Penis, penis, vagina."
Bad Story Concept
We were talking about AUs, and someone told us about a lotrips AU. In this AU, Viggo is a teacher at a boarding school that Orlando attends. This sounds good, right? But then whoever it was told us the rest of the plot: Viggo is actually undercover looking for alien activity, and Orlando is an alien but doesn't know it.
Bunny for Sale
The consuite is actually an old nightclub, which had Molly and I trying to think of old nightclub AUs. Here's one I'll probably never write: Angel was Spike's something (father, brother, lover, mentor), but he died recently and left all his money to Spike. Spike takes this money and buys an old, rundown nightclub. His accountant, Willow, suggests that he might hire her best friend/client Xander to do the renovations. Spike instinctively introduces himself to Xander as William, which only Angel ever called him. Faith, Buffy, and Riley are all members of Xander's crew. At this point, you should insert some handwaving about Spike and Xander starting to fall in love/lust. As part of this, Xander brings in a fabulously beautiful wood bar, and it's Willow who tells Spike that Xander actually made it himself. Eventually, at Spike's request, Xander makes exactly the kind of desk Spike needs for the office upstairs. And there's some Spike and Xander having sex in the apartment upstairs during club hours.
Purchases
Ah, the dealers room. I got the Firefly pics I wanted for my blank wall, and I bought another Spike picture for my Angel and Spike wall which will now have to curve around the corner. I also bought two very pretty Willow and Giles pics. I have no idea what I'm going to do with them, but they're pretty.
Girl, Unidentified
There was one particular fan who never wore her nametag that we took to referring to as Hot Girl. The only thing I heard her say was in the femslash panel where she said the LA lesbian community she's familiar with does not look like the community on The L Word. She also spent a lot of time hanging out with
hederahelix. If you know who Hot Girl is, please let us know; we want to stalk her on LJ. Hot Girl, if you're reading this, we appreciated looking at you, and we mean the stalking you on LJ thing to be complimentary and not creepy.Thursday Evening
While lounging about in the lobby, we halfheartedly searched for
soobunny. This consisted of us asking people, "Has anyone seen Soo?" Someone asked us, "What's her last name?" To which we, of course, answered, "Bunny."Friday Morning
First up: Angel panel. I'd yet to actually see my co-moderator, but there she was in the panel. I was not prepared for this panel, and, uh, I don't really remember much of it. I tried pimping The S Curve, but people didn't seem too interested.
Friday Afternoon
After snacking instead of real lunch, it was time for the Research for Fic panel. This was less about how to do research and more about how to work that research into your story. Again, too much SGA. However, this was where we discovered that more people than we know are into boutique-y fandoms, as one woman was reading a gargantuan book on the pox for research for a Libertine story (I think; maybe Libertine was someone else).
Then we stayed in the same room for the Beta Circle. I greatly appreciated that this was scheduled for Friday afternoon, because it meant that people could take things with them. There were only a few people there, but I think we got some good work done. I have to admit that I haven't yet read all the comments people left for me, but I definitely appreciated those of Glass Houses, who asked sensible things like, "What is he tied to?" and "Wouldn't that take a long time?"
At some point, we swung through the fannish tradeshow, but that was it for Friday panels.
Friday Evening
We ducked out of the party early (as in after about five minutes) and went back to the hotel room to watch, um, something that had a lot of ads for Armageddon the next night.
Saturday Morning
Litslash: Again, I was unprepared. Again, boutique-y fandom people. Dine had just given Molly a copy of Luck in the Shadows, so we even had a visual aid. Molly kept the list of litslash fandoms we came up with. I only remember a few. The most interesting thing to me was the discussion of fan ficcing the fan fic. No one seemed to think anything much of it.
Saturday Afternoon
Religion and Slash: It seemed interesting, but it started out way more about the religion of slashers than religion in fic, so I took myself back down to the con suite.
Eroica: I expected this to be a small panel. What I hadn't realized was that there are no Eroica fans who are also young folk. The funniest moment of the panel was when one of the attendees started complaining about a classic slash plot, which is almost exactly the plot of the Eroica epic I'll probably never finish. Best plot bunny of the panel: Dorian is really deep under cover working for MI-[some number].
DamonAffleck: This panel was myself, Molly, Soo, Charles, and Meagan watching video clips and dividing up the merchandise Molly brought for us. The cigarette smoking thing! Ben's hand on Matt's knee! Ben jumping on Chris Moore!
Dykes on Parade: Mmm, femslash panel. The panel was again awesome, but it really needs to be on the main track. I have the list we made in the panel of femslash places and pairings, and I promise I will type it up in the next couple of days.
Saturday Night
Molly and I played a little bit of He-He, but we were very tired, so after only a few rounds, we headed back to our room to watch the end of Armageddon.
Sunday Morning
This year, we actually made it downstairs in time for breakfast. Of course, we were running later than everyone else, so we ended up, just the four of us, at the table way back in the corner.
Sunday Afternoon
The Absence of Color in Black and White Fan Fiction: This was the best panel I went to all weekend. It was awesome, and Con and Lady J brought academic handouts, which made it even more awesome. (I occasionally have the urge to read academic handouts, but I don't know what to read.)
Jay and Silent Bob: This panel was myself, Molly, Soo, Charles, and Meagan (Elek joined us at some point) watching Charles' highlight reel and discussing both the recs handout Charles brought and the list of fanon. We discovered that my brain full of Jay and Silent Bob is still in action. On the list of fanon is "Jay gives good blow jobs," which is totally canon. In the Clerks comic, Jay gets a job as a fluffer, but gets fired because he's too good at it.
RPS: Ah, the RPS panel. Where everyone loves the RPS and if anyone doesn't, they know not to show up at the panel.
Escapade Review: This was the worst panel I went to all weekend. Instead of really encouraging new people to lead panels, they seemed to be discouraging people who lead panels to either not lead them or lead fewer, and it seemed really negative. They are, however, looking for ideas about how to get more young folk to come to Escapade. If you have any, let them know.
Sunday Evening
Dead Dog Party in the con suite. Woo-hoo! We stayed until the last people were filtering out, and then we went back to our room. Where we found the best TV show ever: Bailando por un sueño which appears to feature some people dancing, then celebrities giving roses and candles to people with sob stories, and then some other people dancing. It was hilarious.
Then we got Molly hooked on Grey's Anatomy.
Monday Morning
We got out of the hotel fairly early, and so we found time to visit a mall that was not a mall. It seemed to consist of a Borders, some movie theaters, and a lot of restaurants.
Monday Evening
I decided to have dinner at LAX. I went to the chain clam chowder in a bread bowl place. This was a bad idea. First of all, I burned my tongue. I have burned my tongue every time I've had their soup. A burned tongue hurts a hell of a lot more the second day. Secondly, I spilled soup on me, making me have to wash my sweatshirt in today's laundry. Thirdly, there were high winds and therefore turbulence in Sacramento, and I was nauseated. I appreciated the cold and the wind when I got out of the airport though; it helped settle my stomach.
And then, on the drive home, I hit the worst of the storm just before Yuba City. Thank goodness the road is mostly straight there, because I certainly couldn't see much of anything.
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Date: 2006-03-01 10:29 pm (UTC)And no, you're right about the pox-book lady - there was more than one Libertine writer there.
I can't remember who told us about the alien boarding school AU and now it's going to drive me nuts.
And I think there should be some Spike and Xander having sex on the hand-made bar. Yes. I don't read much NC-17 anymore but well-written Spike/Xander sex is always hot.
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Date: 2006-03-02 05:49 am (UTC)...
Seriously? I had no idea Libertine was such a big fandom.
Me either! We were at the table nearest the con suite door, probably with Dine and some other people. Sorcha, maybe, and if it wasn't one of them, then it must have been whoever else was with us. It's just such a terrible idea!
Hey, I'll probably never write the story, so Spike and Xander can have sex wherever you want. Although if they're going to have sex on the bar, they're also going to have sex on the desk. And maybe Xander can make them a bed and a kitchen table to have more sex on.
(Hee! I think that's adorable that you don't read much NC-17 anymore and you're not really into Buffy and yet you like well-written Spike/Xander sex.)
Your comment reminded me of one of the important things I left out of my con report: Just on the other side of Yuba City, I heard something that sounded like weather news on the radio, so I turned it up enough to hear it over the rain. Just after the weather news was "Edge of Seventeen."