So, I'm reading other people's posts about Dragon*Con, and there's a thread in the LJ community about celebrity sightings.
I ... don't care all that much. At least not about the actors or whatever. Sure, I'll go to panels with the Weasley Twins or Neville Longbottom (who is actually rather hot and a raging nerd), because I like Harry Potter. Because they're books. That happened to get turned into movies. Now, I did say to Ben, "Did you realize you were standing next to Q in the elevator just now?" one morning. At least, I'm pretty sure it was him; he looked tired and held on to his coffee rather firmly.
I'm not a media fan. I don't watch TV. In fact, I detest TV. I rarely go to movies. I don't give a crap about actors or directors. (Though if they got Mike & Bryan to come next year to talk about the Legend of Korra, I'd be all over that. One series I care about out of the hundreds that exist does not refute my previous statement.)
Ask me about sitting a couple rows over from Lois McMaster Bujold during the Tom Smith concert last year, though. Or about sitting on the floor in the basement of the Hyatt, chatting with some women ... and Lois McMaster Bujold. (Not that she likely remembers it in the slightest, of course. Though we'd tried subtly to rescue her from this fanboy who was Telling Her About His Novel, but she didn't catch the hint ("Don't you have something to do right now?"), so eventually she fled to the one place he couldn't follow her.)
So, for the most part, the media fandom aspect of Con (which, admittedly, is the biggest part) is entirely wasted on me. I just plain don't care. The parts about book nerding and writing and costume-watching (and, when I'm not sick as shit, drinking) are the ones I go for.
It's easy for me not to get star-struck, because so few people I give a crap about are actually ever there.
I ... don't care all that much. At least not about the actors or whatever. Sure, I'll go to panels with the Weasley Twins or Neville Longbottom (who is actually rather hot and a raging nerd), because I like Harry Potter. Because they're books. That happened to get turned into movies. Now, I did say to Ben, "Did you realize you were standing next to Q in the elevator just now?" one morning. At least, I'm pretty sure it was him; he looked tired and held on to his coffee rather firmly.
I'm not a media fan. I don't watch TV. In fact, I detest TV. I rarely go to movies. I don't give a crap about actors or directors. (Though if they got Mike & Bryan to come next year to talk about the Legend of Korra, I'd be all over that. One series I care about out of the hundreds that exist does not refute my previous statement.)
Ask me about sitting a couple rows over from Lois McMaster Bujold during the Tom Smith concert last year, though. Or about sitting on the floor in the basement of the Hyatt, chatting with some women ... and Lois McMaster Bujold. (Not that she likely remembers it in the slightest, of course. Though we'd tried subtly to rescue her from this fanboy who was Telling Her About His Novel, but she didn't catch the hint ("Don't you have something to do right now?"), so eventually she fled to the one place he couldn't follow her.)
So, for the most part, the media fandom aspect of Con (which, admittedly, is the biggest part) is entirely wasted on me. I just plain don't care. The parts about book nerding and writing and costume-watching (and, when I'm not sick as shit, drinking) are the ones I go for.
It's easy for me not to get star-struck, because so few people I give a crap about are actually ever there.
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Date: 2010-09-10 01:34 pm (UTC)From:I don't even know what I'd talk with celebrities about. Get a picture, get an autograph, yay?
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Date: 2010-09-10 02:45 pm (UTC)From:Yeah, exactly - and I don't even feel like, with most celebrities, I'd value the photos and autographs enough to invest the time and whatever they might be charging to sign. *shrug*
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Date: 2010-09-10 04:35 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2010-09-11 01:19 am (UTC)From:On the other hand, one of these days I will buy If Chins Could Kill, and then I may well have to seek out a Bruce Campbell signing.