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Oogh. I'm up. I don't know why, but I'm up.

Yesterday was an exercise in waiting in line. Again. The solution here may be to actually get in and get badges at 1 or 2, or at least get in line for them, maybe around noon. At least if we pre-register; the other option is to get badges the day of, Thursday. I think what's happening is everyone who pre-reg'd and wanted to get to all the panels and events swarmed registration today, and everyone who was kind of half-assing it and "eeeh, maybe we'll go the whole thing, maybe we'll just go one day" went to buy a badge on Friday. Like we did last year. And so, lines. Really, really long ass lines.

But! We found a Moose. And we found a Megs, and had dinner with Moose and made arrangements for today, so all is well. Moose says I make her feel tall. I say, I told you I was short! Today, Cheetara and autographs and god knows what else. Something. I'm sure there will be a something. Hopefully, more water will be drunk. I can already feel the headache coming on.

Right now, water needs to be stood under. So much sweating yesterday. SO MUCH. This is going to be insane. But in the good way.

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Con report: Dying slowly of blisters and muscle ache. Worth every damn moment.

The line for the autograph hall was insane, as per usual. I got deLancie and Burton first, they were polite and perfunctory, sadface. I had no idea where Sponge Bob was so I got Burton for the Tollbooth Imp. Who, sadly, missed Reading Rainbow, but, dammit, there have to be tapes around somewhere. Then I went over and got Saul Rubinek and Erica Serra. Who were still kind of quick but way, way sweet. Especially Saul, who was adorable. And, hell, Erica Serra was adorable too. At some point I doubled behind and got Edward James Olmos, and I got his Gaff picture. I told him I was going to bring a paper unicorn but it was too small, and he got a chuckle out of that. He was seated next to Mark Sheppard, and Mark kept leaning over and telling him things.

I got in line for Mark Sheppard and joked with some other fans that it would be easier to just to put "Mark Sheppard - Everything" instead of Mark Sheppard - List o' his various TV shows. He had glossies all over the damn table. Then I told him that I'd liked him since X-Files, but the only thing you could find with him in it back then was In the Name of the Father. And he said it was a good movie and then was all "Oh, yeah, X-Files, I have some of those here, don't I?" and they had to figure out where to put them. Because he'd run out of table space. Because he's in EVERYTHING, EVER. He had a picture of his first onscreen kiss. The deal-sealing with the Madoff Knockoff. I got that signed for Kiki because it's still fucking hilarious.

Then... oogh. Then I went and did something. I got Corin Nemec and finally, after TEN FLIPPING YEARS, got to tell him that Teryl Rothery and I talked for a while about how absolutely adorable he was. This was way back when she was at Gen Con with Don Davis (rest in peace). He seemed very flattered by that, said how sweet that was of her, which, it so was. And then he signed a Harold Lauder for me, which was kind of awesome since I hadn't actually expected that he'd have that one. And we chatted for a second about how much we liked The Stand. And then... um. Who then. Boy got me Sean Maher and Morena Baccarin after we'd established that they weren't doing much fan-chatting.

Then I went and got the Weasley Twins, because I could and because their line was only three people deep. Fer serious. I was shocked. And we commented about how crazy the con was, I reminisced about when it had been smaller and asked how they were doing, they were really friendly and said they were fine. Actual more of an exchange of "how are you doing" than the usual polite nothing talk. And then I went to Rene Auberjonois who was donating all of his proceeds to Medecins sans frontieres. Dude. That was AWESOME. I seriously may have to go back and just leave a donation. And I went and got Armin Shimmerman's, I got his glossy of Pascal from Beauty and the Beast because, dude, Beauty and the Beast, and we talked some about his role in that. He was very friendly, very chatty, and he seemed to really like that we remembered that role. Which was because we'd just watched it again, but hey. And then. Oh god, and then I told him that my mother still quoted some of him from Star Trek. Which she does. And I made the mistake? of telling him when he asked that it was the episode where he got his ears rubbed and he fucking invited me to rub his ears. And he did Quark impression. Oh my god it was hysterical and awesome and I will love him forever.

Peter Mayhew looked wrecked. Eddie McClintock was being assisted by his wife, who, amusingly, apparently knew more than his Dragon Con assigned handler. She's really sweet and really pretty. He was doing a deal where for twice the cost of an autograph you got two autographs and a t-shirt, so, what the hell. I got him for me, him for Kiki, and a t-shirt. And... that's all my autographs for today. We wandered around the costume catwalk (also known as the Marriott) and I got stopped to get my picture taken maybe ten or twelve times at least. I've also discovered I don't know how to pose for a picture to save my life. This may need to be remedied by practicing in the mirror at some point. Later. My feet have blisters, my blisters may have blisters by the end of it, but so far it's really been amazing and fun. Hanging out with Moose and Ali is a blast. The karaoke at the end of the night, at the diner, was not a blast. Or rather, it was an unwelcome blast to those eardrums I was using. Please, put the cat out of its misery.

Tomorrow, the OTHER half of my autographs. And possibly a sketch of Cheetara. I already have a ThunderLOLcats shirt. And possibly a sketch of JDM that looks really, really eerily like Nameless. I kind of want to if I ever run into him have him sign it as from Nameless, but. I won't. That would be REALLY nerdy. And, um. yeah, I got nothing else. At this point I'm just babbling. The Dragon has eaten me and is in the process of digesting me back out. I leave you now, to appear on the other side. God that's a hideous image. I'm going to stop typing.