Armageddon 2009 - Sunday Part 2
Cameron Bright Auto
Pauline then got Cameron Bright’s auto. I’m posting a pic of that photo, too, because it is just the cutest darned photo. They both look absolutely gorgeous (speaking parentally here - 16 year olds aren’t my thing). Even Cam mentioned that it was a great photo. Unfortunately the Squirt, who is a fourteen year old Twilight fangirl in the first degree, had a moment.. Hey, sometimes it’s good to have your mum with you, I guess, because at least someone can give you a nudge and start a conversation if you go all fangirly and forget how to talk and have actual words come out. I honestly don’t know how she survived the photo session - I sent her in there alone! But she rallied herself, and managed to have a conversation with him. There was no one in the queue behind us, so we probably could have chatted longer (Cameron seemed willing) however the Squirt was looking a little wobbly, so we headed outside for a few moments of cool air and recovery time instead. She spent at least ten minutes telling me how she was no longer Team Edward, but Team Alec. This will probably last until either the next con, or more likely, until November, when New Moon comes out. A young girl’s heart is as fickle as the west wind, as my Grandma used to say. JJJ
By this stage it was noon, and no more signings till 2. Probably should have got them earlier, all things considered, because the autos I still had to get were the three biggies (with equally big queues)- Jason, Paul and of course, Joe.
We were going to get a coffee and then put the Squirt in a panel with Cameron, however we bumped into Chelle and the other GW girls (and guy) on their way to bring the con to Amanda. I’d mentioned on the forum that I’d join in if I was around, so they nabbed me (thanks for remembering Chelle!) and we went across to the esplanade to take the photos.
I’m honestly not sure how many of us there were - maybe a dozen? But we all stacked up on top of each other and held up our ‘Amanda, we wish you were here’ sign and smiled for the cameras. Yes, cameras. Beth had hers on auto, and we shoved a half dozen cameras at poor Randall, who generously clicked whichever camera came to hand. All this had been generally loud, funny and time consuming, as you would expect, but we topped ourselves on the previous noise and laughter level by making a video as well. After a couple of takes and several loud choruses and cheers, we were done! I’m not quite certain if we broke up formation because we were done, or if we just kind of fell apart laughing! Either way, we got a lot of stares from passers by. J
One o’clock and I parked the Squirt in the front row of the main stage; centre row, just underneath the blue couch prepared for Cameron. She was a happy camper for the next hour, and I found headed to the café and found a nice, quiet, out of the way corner to have a peaceful coffee break. Honestly, I think I was an equally happy camper for having a 40 minute break to have a cuppa with no one else around me. I’m a sociable person, love the cons, love my mates, but a breather is sometimes appreciated.
The squirt was staying in the main stage for Joe’s panel, which followed Cameron. After a few moments of wrestling with myself (front row, centre stage, directly in front of the guest, remember - she saved me a seat when the person next to her left after Cameron’s Q & A), I decided to grab Paul’s and Jason’s autos instead, because I’d be devastated if I missed out, and I’d been to Joe’s panel yesterday.
Jason Momoa Auto
So I jumped in Jason’s queue before it got long, with Chelle, Beth and some others. We chatted for a while, and with Rick when he got a moment to come and say hi, and when Jason got there a short time later we were only a half dozen from the front. My turn, and I got to have a chat to Jason and get mine and the Squirt’s photos signed. I asked Jason how he was feeling - the poor thing had gotten food poisoning the day before, and had to excuse himself from the Atlantis dinner. Apparently he had a trip to the ER at one stage as well, although this may or may not be rumour. But he told me somewhat ruefully he’d made the mistake of getting a meat pie from an apparently shonky place (he named it, I won’t) and ended up down for the count for the night. I’m amazed he was up and around and reasonably lively for the con! He did well. Anyway, he signed our pics, and the Squirt’s Atlantis hat - an ongoing project - after a couple of cons it now has the autos and with their character name underneath of Andee Frizzell, Kavan Smith, David Hewlett, Chris Heyerdahl, Paul McGillion, Joe Flanagan and of course, a scowling Jason Momoa. The scowl was because the others had filled up the visor part of the hat, and it was harder to write on the softer part. He did kindly do so, however Paul managed to find some room on the visor, and he signed it after Jason. J Thanked Jason, and popped into the next line for Paul.
Paul McGillion Auto
Paul is another person who seems to have an absolutely gorgeous nature, although he was tiring a little I think, as he looked a little weary. After all those lovely hugs he gave me yesterday, I thank him for the hugs, and told him I loved the photo. He said hugging wasn’t hard, and I have to agree. J Behind us in Joe’s panel there was a huge roar of noise, and Paul looked back over his shoulder, even though it was behind the partition and he couldn’t see anything. I told him I was “fine with it if he wanted to take “a few minutes to go and heckle him. After all, he heckled you.” And he did! He gave me the cheekiest grin, and jumped up and around the corner Jason and Joe had found so convenient that morning. The only problem was, I couldn’t see. Ah well, someone will post a vid, hopefully, and I’ll be able to find out (the Squirt was still in Cameron squee, at this stage, and doesn’t remember!). Anyway, I didn’t hear anything, he had a long queue and he wasn’t gone long, so he might have decided that discretion was the better part of valour. He came back and in a very gentlemanly manner thanked me for waiting while ignoring the fact that I was egging him on. J He signed the Squirt’s photo and for me, and now I wish I’d given him those first - from the grin he gave me when he got up, I’m sure I would have gotten a cheekier note on my pic if it was the latter one.
I spent a little longer chatting to Brett and Rick, who if you met them at the con, were working the photo and auto queues, a very, very, thankless task and one that can have the odd moment of unpleasantness. Some people either forget or are unaware that the staff at the con are volunteers, and are there purely to help everything run as well as possible so others can have fun. The poor things got a lunch break at 2, and spent their break helping with the Robot Chicken auto queue which was winding out of the con and around the foyer. Don’t diss them, people.