The Cat is Snoring
Dec. 13th, 2011 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lydamorehouseThe cat beside me on the couch is snoring and gutting something in her sleep. It's very cute in a predator sort of way.
I meanwhile have been there and back again. By there I mean, of course, the Mall of America, where I have purchased much holiday cheer and met Darth Maul. Well, okay, I met a guy who plays Darth Maul professionally. His name tag said "Matt" and he was feeliing especially pumped today because, according to him, he just come back from having auditioned with LucasFilm and was granted license to be an official Darth Maul at bar mitzvas or company picnics or whatever one might hire a Darth Maul for... After congratulaing him, naturally I asked him if he was going to CONvergence next year. I told him that I was going to be one of the guests of honor. Then I gave him my card.
I may have impressed a Darth Maul impersonator. Although in his hightened state of giddiness it wasn't clear.
Also, I learned that for some people of a certain age, there is only one con in town. When referring to CONvergence, he said to me, "I'll see you at con."
The old fan in me thought, "Wow, Minicon, you totally lost the fan war." I would hazard to say that the CONvergence contingent obliterated them, in fact. This kid has only one con, it's so NOT Minicon. I guess that had been the point -- to make Minicon small again. Well. FTW, Minicon.
In unrelated news, Mason requested that I wake him up with a bear war and a silly song this morning. A "bear war" is where we wrestle while growling. The song I sang to him went something like this:
It is time to rise and shine
Or upon your brains zombies will dine
They are lumbering and they are slow
But they will not give up, you know...
Thank you, thank you very much. I'll be here all week! Don't forget to tip your waiter.
I guess I should go eat a little lunch, as we say here in Minnesota, and tackle a few of those revisions.
I meanwhile have been there and back again. By there I mean, of course, the Mall of America, where I have purchased much holiday cheer and met Darth Maul. Well, okay, I met a guy who plays Darth Maul professionally. His name tag said "Matt" and he was feeliing especially pumped today because, according to him, he just come back from having auditioned with LucasFilm and was granted license to be an official Darth Maul at bar mitzvas or company picnics or whatever one might hire a Darth Maul for... After congratulaing him, naturally I asked him if he was going to CONvergence next year. I told him that I was going to be one of the guests of honor. Then I gave him my card.
I may have impressed a Darth Maul impersonator. Although in his hightened state of giddiness it wasn't clear.
Also, I learned that for some people of a certain age, there is only one con in town. When referring to CONvergence, he said to me, "I'll see you at con."
The old fan in me thought, "Wow, Minicon, you totally lost the fan war." I would hazard to say that the CONvergence contingent obliterated them, in fact. This kid has only one con, it's so NOT Minicon. I guess that had been the point -- to make Minicon small again. Well. FTW, Minicon.
In unrelated news, Mason requested that I wake him up with a bear war and a silly song this morning. A "bear war" is where we wrestle while growling. The song I sang to him went something like this:
It is time to rise and shine
Or upon your brains zombies will dine
They are lumbering and they are slow
But they will not give up, you know...
Thank you, thank you very much. I'll be here all week! Don't forget to tip your waiter.
I guess I should go eat a little lunch, as we say here in Minnesota, and tackle a few of those revisions.