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This year at the Con, I learned a very important lesson: A camera in hand is a very powerful tool of flirtation. It works on men, women, children, Jedi Masters, cult movie directors, celebrities, parents, and robot cavemen.

Burning questions answered at this year's Con: Is Josh Holloway as cute in real life? What does Jamie Bamber's skin feel like? Which ship is still the baddest in the galaxy? Is Marton Csokas really unattainable? Do Karl Urban's lips look as kissable in real life? Are fans crazy? Does Serenity rule, or what?

Tune in. Find out.

One of the finest moments during the whole Con was watching Mary McDonnell's reaction to seeing thousands of fans screaming for her as she walked out on stage for the Battlestar Galactica panel.

She's an older actress who's been in Hollywood for years making movies like Dances With Wolves and had clearly never felt what it was like to have a fandom. She made an adorable little fan-appreciation speech and looked thrilled down to her toes.


I had to get that out before I proceed to SQUEE MY HEAD OFF at Helo and Jamie Bamber.

"Helo" is played by I-don't-know-what-his-real-name-is, but this actor is one god damned strapping hunk of a man.


His character always seems ever so slightly big and dumb to me, and with him running around in a thigh holster and faux leather pilot uniform, my lust for him knows no bounds.

The Battlestar panel was funny and lively and the cast's chemistry was delicious.








The moderator asked Madam President (McDonnell) when she expected her character was going to get some shagging on the show. The moderator, you must understand, was a total geek and most likely fangirled the crap out of Madam President in private. Ostensibly, he was there in the guise of his day job—a senior editor for TV Guide magazine.

McDonnell blushed and fluttered a bit over the question, turning to the show's producer Ron Moore for help. Moore told her there was a special room she didn't know about yet but that was going to be revealed later on in the show. I can only hope she eventually takes Apollo in there.

At one point they showed some clips from the show, and Boomer and Helo rushed out of their seats and knelt at the edge of the stage so they could see the clip as well. lol. Very cute.








As the panel ended, I moved to the side of the stage and caught Helo's eyes. I motioned for him to pull Grace Park to his side, and he immediately nodded [good boy], grabbed her, and they gave me an adorable shot.


After that I don't quite remember what I did next, but eventually I was in the media room listening to the actors get interviewed for the press junket thingies.

We were told not to distract the cast in any way during their interviews, so aside from eyefucking Helo, who kept flicking his eyes at me and trying to remain serious while describing how he cried at one of the original episodes of Battlestar, the junket was very boring.

At one point Grace Park got more interested in someone's camera, and who can blame her.


So press junket over, I went downstairs to the SCI FI booth in the Exhibit Hall where the cast was going to be hanging out for photo ops and I don't know what else. The lighting was awful, but I silently took a bunch of photos, with the other photographers yelling to get the actors' attention and make them look directly at their cameras.

Then suddenly it seemed the others were done with the group shots. I lowered my camera and called out, "Can you guys shuffle, please?" and to my amazement, they shuffled! Each person ended up standing next to a different cast member.

There was a little bit of laughter, then the session continued. (The purpose of the shuffle was to get them in different pairings configurations for visual variety and such. *cough*)
























After that they broke up and stood individually, talking with the press and others while we took photos. They were all very polite and obliged easily to getting photographed.




I did my very best not to menace Helo, but he kind of just stood there when he wasn't talking, staring in my direction. Finally, he asked if he was in my way!! *howls* He said, "I thought you were trying to take a picture of Mary." I shook my head and whispered, "Just hold still, please." And he did! *boggles at the might of the press pass*


I had already taken a bunch of Jamie Bamber, but finally I realized he was looking directly at me, so I beckoned to him. He fucking came over.

At this point, I think I started having an out of body experience.

I heard the security guy saying something, and Jamie replying, "It's fine, she's been patiently waiting for a photo," in his soft, posh English accent. I hadn't been waiting for a photo of him, but bash me over the head if I was stupid enough to say that.

He stood in front of me and said, "Where do you want me to stand?" I couldn't believe anyone could be so naive as to ask something so loaded. Um, how about right up against the wall with your legs spread, Jamie? Thanks.

Somehow I kept my head, and without actually planning to, reached out and touched his arm. He sort of moved into my space, and I took him by the forearm and he just kept coming.

So I moved backwards from under the garish purple lights and while I took my time finding just the right spot, I shameless caressed the hairs on his arm. *kneels in confessional*

When I stopped and raised my camera, I saw that he was grinning and so I quickly took the shot even though the lighting was no better than where we had been before.


It's stunning to think you only have to seem like you know what you're doing, and people will follow. Excuse me while I change my panites.

I thanked him and soon they were leaving, and it was only then that I remembered I should have asked him if they let him keep Lt. Foley's fatigues from Band of Brothers, and if so could [livejournal.com profile] elfofmirkwood I arrange a time to come over and take a good whiff.

Now for Lost.

I didn't go to the panel because I was in the Superman panel (Clark Kent didn't show up! *cries*) but my friend called and said they were missing Lost as well and could I go down to the autograph booth later and take photos.

So I went down, and immediately had acid flashbacks of the Billy Body/David Wenham session from last year's Con when it had been nearly impossible to get near them around security. But this time, I had my press pass!

Alas, security still didn't give a shit, and told me to fuck off. In lots more words.

So I went around the area, dodging fangirls wielding cameras in the air and screeching and generally flailing, and when I looked up I saw that I was standing in front of the big buff bald security guy who had snuck me into the Cillian Murphy autograph session last year.

So I said, "Hey, I know you!" and he recognized me and I proudly showed him my pass and he, with a flourish, lifted his arm, cleared the way, and let me through.

I found myself standing in front of and slightly to Josh Holloway's right. They were signing away, and I couldn't get them to look up. I took some photos, and then moved to their left. I caught the eye of the guy with them (I think it was the show's producer, JJ Abrams, but I can never recognize him) and indicated that he get Josh's attention.

When Josh looked over, he gave me a lovely, but kinda generic camera smile.


I knew he could do better, so I started making kissy faces at him. And just like that, a panty-melting smile emerged. Thank you Josh!


I motioned for him to put his arm around Maggie Grace. He tapped her shoulder and together they gave me a very nice one indeed. lol.


Counting my blessings, I hauled ass before the crowd got wild. I had heard that some fans had lined up since 3am the night before, and they didn't get autograph passes. Unlike last year at the Wenham session, where fans grabbed tickets as they could, this year it was a completely random lottery.

As usual, the Serenity panel rocked the house.


When Joss Whedon, the show's creator, walks on stage, the energy in the 6,500 crowd is electrifying. They love him, he loves their craziness and dedication. He's a guy who really understands fan appreciation, and so does his cast.














As the panel neared its end I went into the press area next to the stage, which was a crap area to take photos since it's off to the side and not directly in front. That prime area is kept free of press especially for the fans to be able to get photos clearly, which is part of what makes Comic-Con special. Fans first.

The lighting on stage is yellowish and not very appealing for photos, and I was fiddling with my camera trying to adjust it to a night setting to use all available light, when I glanced up and caught Adam Baldwin looking directly at me.

He looked away before I could take a shot so the next time his eyes wandered over, I flipped my hair over my shoulder (this type of motion never fails to draw a person's attention) and he stopped and looked.

I quickly raised my index finger, pointed to my chest, pointed at him, then held up my hand in a "hold it" gesture. He seemed to freeze in place, and I snapped.


Then, because a person only lives once, I put my fingers to my lips and blew him a kiss. He leered, Sean Bean-style.

Most of the time when he and Nathan Fillion weren't talking into the mic, they argued over who's action figure could do the coolest things, like push ups. Gina Torres sat between them with a long-suffering look on her face. It was very cute.


They stayed after the panel and were wonderful in posing for as many group photos as the press wanted.






David Cronenberg had a panel, looking oh so fine, and showed a scene from A History of Violence (which was at the Con because it was first a graphic novel).


I was good and didn't go to the mic and ask him what he and Viggo got up to after their kiss at Cannes.

John Landis♥♥♥ had been in the panel somewhere, and after it ended came up and fangirled Cronenberg, and I believe got him to sign something.


Cronenberg had been strangely withdrawn and reticent during the panel, and by the end he admitted that he would rather have had the movie to show and then talk about, I think rather than dance around spoilers and such. The audience cheered for that, but he said he didn't have the movie with him.

So as Landis left, he called out to Cronenberg, "Oh, by the way, I think the DVD of your movie is being sold downstairs for nine bucks in one of the booths, if you wanna to show it. Kidding!" *squishy!*

Charisma Carpenter from Angel was at a panel as well (I can't remember which) and she looked gorgeous as always.


Marton Csokas and Charlize Theron came to promote their movie Aeon Flux. Marton was very quiet, and very serious, and I felt a bit bad because the panel was such a stilted studio creation.






When doing Hollywood movies, actors get so used to soulless press junkets, and a lot of the big stars come to Comic-con and sit in those thousand-fan seater halls and talk to the fans like it's a press junket. So that when crazy geeks get up there and ask them what their weapon of choice to decimate aliens is, they're thrown completely out of wack.

For Marton and Charlize, the moment came when a young girl went up to the mic and in the middle of asking Charlize a question, her cell phone rang. "Hi, Mum," the girl says loudly into the phone and mic. "No, Mum, you can't speak with Charlize, she's in the middle of a panel! Okay, okay, I'll ask her. Charlize, could you say hi to my mum, please? She loves you."

At first Marton's veneer only cracked. But the girl was insane, and in a few more seconds he was desperately trying not to snort too loudly.




Charlize was also laughing, and after probably wondering what the hell she was doing there, squeaked into her mic, "Hi, mom."


The girl quickly wrapped up her fake phone conversation, thanked them both and went to sit down. The fans gave her a thunderous applause while she took several cheeky bows.

For the big studio panels, once the stars got off the stage, there was "no further access" to them even in the media room unless you'd had prior studio approval. *yawn*

I actually got this piece of information while checking out this hot young thing of a photographer, who I thought must have been Mexican, from the name of his magazine and his looks. He seemed much younger than I, but had a bold stare, smiling wordlessly as I gave him the once-over. I wanted to take a picture of him, but I couldn't think of a good reason to do so. I'm sure he would have obliged anyway.

Karl Urban's Doom panel was pretty good as well, but most of the questions were for the Rock. And for the life of me, I couldn't position myself to get good photos of him! And I didn't even think to call ahead to Universal and put myself on the approval list, even though I had just spoken with Universal the Monday before! Argh! Sorry [livejournal.com profile] mrsbean! *cries*








A little girl came up and asked Karl how this movie was different from his role in LOTR. She was I think 7 years old or so, and perfectly adorable. He talked to her and did an Eomer line for her and after the panel was over, went down to the floor and posed for photos with her.


The lighting made it nearly impossible to get a good shot and after a few attempts I gave up and just watched people go nuts around him instead.

Security was trying their best to haul him away, but he remained on his knees *meeeeep* while other women desperately rushed their own daughters up. Hah! He was very gracious, started even signing autographs, but security got firm with Universal's publicists swarming all over the place glaring daggers at them.

He got up and came through the press pen, past me. I stood back and when I managed to tear my eyes away from his mouth (jeebus) I watched his ass for a minute. Yes I did. Then he stopped and started shaking hands and talking with an older lady who's a photographer but later told me she's also a fangirl and had been meeting him around for years. Pretty cool.

Other panels:

An android Philip K. Dick, there to answer the burning question, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep. *points* The back of its skull is missing.


I got the hell out of there before the thing started speaking, or whatever it was supposed to do. I'm a little too susceptible to nightmares.

Richard Kelly director of Donnie Darko promoting his new movie, Southland Tales. Kevin Smith so wants to top this boy, it ain't even funny.


Lance Henriksen, who was Bishop in Aliens. He looked fantastic, and I was very good. I didn't flirt too badly.


Stan Lee. The Man.


Stuart Gordon director of Re-Animator. He killed us with his jokes about doing Re-Animator sequels set in the White House and the U.S. Supreme Court. "Hello. I'm the Chief Justice of the Court." "But...you're dead."


Clive Barker came to reveal his new plushies franchise, Jump Tribe. I left before he explained how that relates to fistfucking, but someone told me apparently the creatures have a leather bar in their neighborhood. Which is always fun.


I didn't go, but my friend informed me that the Veronica Mars panel was excellent and a lot of fun, the quintessential experience of what Comic-Con is about, and got a lot of people interested in watching the show.

I got my heart broken over missing the King Kong panel. [livejournal.com profile] elaur and I were so fucking exhausted and starved by 5.30pm on Saturday (we hadn't eaten at all) that we skipped the panel in favor of eating. The blurb in the program had none of the cast or crew showing up, and I assumed it would be all technical stuff.

But to my everlasting regret, Adrien Brody showed up. As did Jack Black and Naomi Watts. Now, if all my faculties were functioning, I would have put two and two together that if Jack Black's Tenacious D was performing, surely he and his fellow cast members were going to be at the panel that same day.

But there is something about the delirium of Comic-con that won't let a person think straight after 3 days and very little food. So I skipped the panel, missed the shock of 6,000 fans seeing Peter Jackson's new look for the first time, missed Jack Black's impromptu King Kong song, and missed my sweet Adrien. Now I shall have to win an Oscar to have any chance of flirting with him.

Ray Bradbury was there again this year, though I believe with his more fragile health he wasn't able to do an entire hour and a half panel by himself. *weeps* He was joined by Ray Harryhausen and Forrest Ackerman.


As always, they brought perspective, humor, wisdom and humility to the Con, and Bradbury's 2005 Con Quote (in reference to Hollywood putting out such god awful movies) is: Hollywood is like a hooker lying on her bed staring up at a mirror in the ceiling saying, "Well, I'm rich and famous, so I must be doing something right."

And now, the fabulous fans.

Classic Superman. Love it.


The campy 60s TV show version of Batman.


A more recent version of Batman.




I saw a boy of about 8 years getting nudged forward by his dad, and watched as he shy went up to Batman, and said, "Hi, Batman," and told him his name. My heart nearly burst. You could tell the kid would grow up always remembering the time he met Batman. Ahhhh. Geeks in the making.

I think these guys were in a band.


These ones were just on LSD. Or maybe I was.


It's not a Con if you don't have Klingons.


Do I need to explain this one?


Super squiggly.


The Green Lantern corps. Whose power rings could not get them into the packed Hall H for the Narnia panel.


As far as she's concerned, she is Princess Leia.


I have never seen the look of "Yes Mistress" so evident on a person's face. This poor man was mesmerized as he talked to Wonder Woman. Actually, more like talked at Wonder Woman.






Lara Croft, Tomb Raider


X-Men, with Captain America (who's looking spectacular as a blond)


No idea. Such brave little girls.


Hellboy


Superman: "So yeah, they're shooting the movie down in Australia even as we speak, got a kid that looks just like him--me--him-- Ha, ha..."
Woman: *wtf?*


Don't laugh. He was packin'...something.


Two Bounty Hunters in their element.


Me: May I take your photo?
Captain Jack Sparrow: *incoherent slurring*


Edward Scissorhands. This guy was in the Masquerade competition, and he cleverly snipped at a tree he brought on stage until the Comic-con logo appeared. It got him massive applause.


John Steed, who said he was still waiting for his Emma Peel. awww...


Indiana Jones at Starbucks. Hard fucken day.


This guy is a video tape cameraman. He looked perfectly unremarkable until I noticed his raccoon tail. If it had turned out to be real, I wouldn't have even been surprised.


Oh no! They've taken the Princess captive! The Rebel Alliance is doomed!


Storm Troopers took it upon themselves to guard the entrances to the restaurant in our hotel.




*cries laughing* What a bunch of loons.♥

Father and daughter as Charlie Brown


John Landis (director of Animal House, Coming to America, American Werewolf in London), sharing toy collecting advise with a fellow fan. He was very much a squishy. I know, as I squished him.


Now this photo, I love. This Star Wars Bounty Hunter was standing outside the doors of the convention center, looking like a rapper (with his bling bling necklace, "The Force" belt buckle, and Addidas sneakers), and chatting up this chic who didn't seem at all surprised at what she was seeing.


I asked, and they didn't know each other. I seriously think I witnessed a love connection.

Jedi family, complete with Baby Jedi. Coming soon from Sideshow Collectibles.


Baby Darth Vaders.






Baby Super Baby


Baby Yoda, with Storm Trooper escort.


And my absolute, most favorite moment of the entire Con: Caveman Robot.


Caveman Robot is a comic book character created a couple years ago and introduced at Comic-con, and has since taken on a life of its own. He has fans all over the world (who send him postcards), but he had never been physically present at the Con.

A friend sighted him on the first day, called my cell, and told me to make sure I got a picture of him. I looked high and low and couldn't find him. I asked my sister to keep her eyes open for him. At the end of the second day, she told me she had seen him and gotten his card. He had a calling card! lol!

On the third day I went to his booth and looked for him, and fucking died laughing when I saw this creature. [livejournal.com profile] elaur and I could barely catch our breaths, and then the thing started lumbering towards me, ecstatically moaning my sister's name with arms outstretched.

It was the last thing I expected because I hadn't expected it to know her name, so for a few moments I sort of spasmed with panic (the thing is very big, remember) and then its professor handler guy wrapped his arms around it and told it in soothing tones that I wasn't my sister.

It settled down and began to pose for us, while [livejournal.com profile] elaur practically pissed ourselves with laughter.


Last, but not least, CFQ's Starship Smackdown was gutbustingly funny, as usual. SUPERgeeks came out in full force for this one, eloquently expounding on why it must be a Star Destroyer Executor, and not merely a regular Star Destroyer. As you can see from the pictorial evidence, the Defiant from Star Trek DS9 (Capt. Sisko commanding) went up against the Millennium Falcon (Solo piloting) in the final round. The Falcon won.


And finally, the view of the Convention Center from our hotel room.


Look at the size of that place. *siiigh* I don't ever want to think how many times I walked its length or I might get dizzy. I'll just remember all the fun we had when we could stop, sit on the floor and groan take in the sights.

And so another Con ends. I'm so glad you came, [livejournal.com profile] elaur, and I hope you had a grand ol' time.

*keels over*



I apologize about the red-eye in some of the pics. I haven't had time to correct them.

Note: I'm aware of the substantial monetary value of the celeb photos (especially the cast ones), and while I'm not THAT altruistic, still I feel there's enough restriction to celeb photos and hoarding of rights going on out there. If I sell them, I would no longer have the right to publicly post them, and that would be no fun. So take 'em, use 'em (I have lots more and in bigger resolutions). Just credit me, please, for as you can see, I risked life and limb drowning in my own drool to get some of them. Thanks!

photo credits copyright Perseph2005
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