After years of conducing a shadowy, ellicit affair with my inner geek for years, I've decided to get out the rings and make it official: we're getting married, and we're doing it in style! To conjugate the joyous union, I just finished up the online ticket reservations for my first ever Star Trek convention! During the course of investigating convention possibilities, I noticed an uncanny number to be in Las Vegas, a land so wicked it has been abandoned by both God and Satan; even groundwater has to mercilessly dragged from neighbouring states and forced to flow through that urine-less wasteland. There was one in Columbus Ohio, but it would have meant being in Ohio, and another in San Francisco, a city which I have obtained personal proof of tolerability, but it was the possibility of seeing the heavenly glean off of Patrick Steward's head in the real-life flesh and blood that sealed the final selection. So darling, don't you call me March 7-9, 2008, cause I'll be in Seacasus New Jersey, somewhere between the Romulan Empire and DS-9 yuking it up in an limitless galaxy of geekdom. I hope they have vegan appys. And please oh please, don't let Patrick get called away by the Royal Shakespearean Society on urgent elicutionary business before he spots me over the glare of 10'000 plasticine Kilgon brows and becomes mine forever.
There are many preparations to make for sure: reservations for my aunt's couch, a proper Dr. Crusher uniform-NOT made from recycled flannel pyjamas-and accessories. I'll certainly need a triquarter to scan for tachion emissions from sweaty overweight vulcan impersonators.
Yes, there is a large part of me that is deathly afraid of being overrun by the nerdom and spending 3 days in Sci-fi hell surrounded by the Daemon and all his minions, but even though I am going it alone at this point, I am hoping that the well- rumoured federation commununity inclusiveness will prove true and that they will embrace me as one of their own, even though I can't quote each episode by star date, nor do I know any of the root killing verbs in Klingon.
This event should get filed in the Life binder, subject heading: things you would hate to die never knowing that you would hate to die not knowing them. We shall see indeed.
In the meantime, please follow this link and see what all the fuss is about.
Platitudinarian, out.
PS. Heath Ledger died, and that sucks too. Oh and some other stuff happened in the world, but nothing of consequence, I hear.
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Have a great time, Nerdy McDorkington!
And didn't cover this in our conversation earlier:ack!! Heath!!!
Heh, I've been to these things twice, both in Vancouver. One of those times we were even graced with the mighty William Shatner! An awed, but geeky hush permeated the (weekday) hockey arena. After that a guy told us what the TNG series finale was going to kinda look like.
The way I revel in my geekdom is to attend the Penny Arcade Expo. I tell you, it is GLORIOUS! So many people there just for the sake of gaming. Yes, the nerdiness is at first a bit overwhelming but I managed to find my little niche. Last year they even got Wil Wheaton to deliver a very entertaining keynote speech!
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