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... while in his presence at Armageddon today:
1) "So, if the Eighth Doctor was only wearing a shroud before he stole that New Year's masquerade costume and has no shoes until Grace gives him some, does that mean he's also got no underwear? Does he go commando, or what?"
2) "What are you wearing?" (That one wasn't suggested by me, because it is silly. I mean, he was right there, I could see what he was wearing!)
3) "You really are terribly pretty, aren't you?"
4) "Would you sign my copy of The Stranger?" [1]
5) "Will you marry me?"
I am proud of myself! I mean, I didn't say anything particularly interesting while getting his autograph, but I spoke in whole sentences, asked a sensible question and remembered how to spell my own name. I consider this a win. (I do not usually become incapable of any coherent thought in the presence of smoking hot guys or actors I admire. When a smoking hot guy is also an actor I admire, though, I make no promises.)
Of course, Paul McGann was not the only attraction, or even the only Doctor Who related one. Sylvester McCoy and Sophie Aldred were also in attendance, and all three were charming and entertaining. While I'd heard many of the anecdotes before, there's nothing quite like listening to the actors deliver them live, and they did relate a few I'd somehow missed. For example, I did not know that it took Eric Roberts a week to realise that the bloke in the wig and velvet coat on the set was the same as the bloke sans wig and velvet coat he kept seeing at at the hotel. (I lol'ed way to much at that; possibly the TV movie has given me an unfair opinion of Eric Roberts.) Sylvester McCoy claimed to be deeply afraid of Anthony Ainley.
While the content was entertaining, the Sunday morning Doctor Who panel had to be one of the least well organized panels I've ever attended. I don't blame the poor volunteer staff for the limited microphones and ridiculously noisy venue (seriously, they need to start renting an extra panel room again) but they weren't very good at making sure different people got a fair shot at questions. I spotted one guy who had his hand up the whole time without getting any attention, while someone else got to ask three.
Anyway, my friends and I had a good time at the con and purchased shiny things! I was really impressed by the cosplay this year - I've been to all four Armageddon cons in Melbourne and the scene has really come on by leaps and bounds. Every time we walk out saying that we're going to cosplay next time; maybe we should actually get on that.
[1] If you haven't heard about this obscure and thoroughly pornographic bit of Doctor Who apocrypha, perhaps I had best save the explanation for another day.
1) "So, if the Eighth Doctor was only wearing a shroud before he stole that New Year's masquerade costume and has no shoes until Grace gives him some, does that mean he's also got no underwear? Does he go commando, or what?"
2) "What are you wearing?" (That one wasn't suggested by me, because it is silly. I mean, he was right there, I could see what he was wearing!)
3) "You really are terribly pretty, aren't you?"
4) "Would you sign my copy of The Stranger?" [1]
5) "Will you marry me?"
I am proud of myself! I mean, I didn't say anything particularly interesting while getting his autograph, but I spoke in whole sentences, asked a sensible question and remembered how to spell my own name. I consider this a win. (I do not usually become incapable of any coherent thought in the presence of smoking hot guys or actors I admire. When a smoking hot guy is also an actor I admire, though, I make no promises.)
Of course, Paul McGann was not the only attraction, or even the only Doctor Who related one. Sylvester McCoy and Sophie Aldred were also in attendance, and all three were charming and entertaining. While I'd heard many of the anecdotes before, there's nothing quite like listening to the actors deliver them live, and they did relate a few I'd somehow missed. For example, I did not know that it took Eric Roberts a week to realise that the bloke in the wig and velvet coat on the set was the same as the bloke sans wig and velvet coat he kept seeing at at the hotel. (I lol'ed way to much at that; possibly the TV movie has given me an unfair opinion of Eric Roberts.) Sylvester McCoy claimed to be deeply afraid of Anthony Ainley.
While the content was entertaining, the Sunday morning Doctor Who panel had to be one of the least well organized panels I've ever attended. I don't blame the poor volunteer staff for the limited microphones and ridiculously noisy venue (seriously, they need to start renting an extra panel room again) but they weren't very good at making sure different people got a fair shot at questions. I spotted one guy who had his hand up the whole time without getting any attention, while someone else got to ask three.
Anyway, my friends and I had a good time at the con and purchased shiny things! I was really impressed by the cosplay this year - I've been to all four Armageddon cons in Melbourne and the scene has really come on by leaps and bounds. Every time we walk out saying that we're going to cosplay next time; maybe we should actually get on that.
[1] If you haven't heard about this obscure and thoroughly pornographic bit of Doctor Who apocrypha, perhaps I had best save the explanation for another day.