(I'm counting yesterday as Day 0, since I checked in and then slept a lot.)
Today, on account of still being on Pacific time, I didn't stagger out of bed until late morning. Once I did, though, I met up with
ckd and
rushthatspeaks for lunch, which was lovely! We discussed the joys of being in an army family, the entertainment value of eccentric relatives, and the ways to get through a wedding without losing your mind. And it was a great way to break myself into the con, meeting with two friendly and interesting people in a more casual environment so I didn't get too overwhelmed. And then, on the way back,
rushthatspeaks gave me the scoop on which Gundam series to start with, as a space opera and steampunk fan.
rushthatspeaks: Well, which ones do you know?
coraa: Well, I mostly know of Gundam Wing from when I was in high school, but that was on Cartoon Network with...
rushthatspeaks: ...the awful dub?
coraa: Oh yes. So mostly what I know is that that's the one that's slasheriffic and has the most hilarious emotional trauma.
ckd: *cracks up*
(She recommended Gundam 00 for the space opera and Turn A Gundam for the steampunk-y influence.)
After that the three of us went to the Gathering, where I tagged along after
rushthatspeaks. The Gathering is like nothing I've ever quite seen at a con: it's like a meet-and-greet with tons of activities you can take part in at the same time, many of which recall the fun parts of kindergarten. I got a temporary tattoo of a firebird (a bit redundant today, when I'm wearing my firebird t-shirt, but it'll be great tomorrow with my Shinra Electric Power Company t-shirt), made a word-art picture with lots of swirls, voted in the Carl Brandon Society cagematch, saw a lot of people doing fantastic things with fiber art, picked up a couple of ARCs in the Galley Ho! sale, and picked up a faux-fur vest at the clothing swap. (Me: I normally wouldn't get something like this, but it'd be perfect for a Seattle winter and it has kind of a Wolfrider vibe.
rushthatspeaks: It does, at that.) (How much do I love being able to say that casually to someone who knows what I mean.)
On the way out, I said hello to
meganbmoore again, and then headed into the Dealer's Room. I picked up a pair of
elisem earrings, and also some books, including a copy of
The Neverending Story in the proper red-and-green coloring. (The ones in italic-and-non have never looked right to me.) I'm sure I'll do more shopping as the week progresses—there was someone selling a gryphon puzzle, for instance, that I am weak to. Plus I'm in a mood where picking up short story collections seems like a good idea, to expose me to new authors.
I took a breather and got dinner, and then went to the LJ party for delicious cake, and the "Goblin Girls and Bedlam Boys" reading. I was particularly taken with Caitlyn Paxson, who had beautiful lyrical works (including a steampunk-esque poem)
and was a fantastic reader (writing and reading, not the same skills!), and the beginning of a YA fantasy novel by Ari B. Goelman, set at a Jewish summer camp.
And that's it for today, since I'm about ready to collapse. If I can wake up in time tomorrow, there's "Tarot for Writers;" after that is "The Craft of Writing YA," which is, of course, relevant to my interests. And from there, we'll see!