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You Have Been Warned

If any of you readers (regular or otherwise) either have no interest in news of the annual Gallifrey One convention or for some other reason don’t want to read about all the awesomeness that is about to go down at this year’s event, fair warning: look away now. Why? Because the annual squee-fest is about to begin. That’s right: I’m off to the wilds of Los Angeles to partake in the craziness of Gally!

Every year is a little different, not only in terms of the guests attending and the panels offered, but in terms of what the overall experience means to me. My first year, I knew only one other attendee; last year, I knew several from the previous year and from Twitter; this year, I feel like I know lots. Therefore, much of the experience will revolve around friends.

Sadly, the local friends I like to meet up with while I’m in town are unavailable this year, so I won’t have my usual out-of-con experience. Instead of meeting up with locals for lunch, I’ll be hanging out with other Gally friends. Maybe I’ll even help to set up the main ballroom, as there was a general call for able bodies along those lines. Might be fun.

Then there’s the cosplay. Last year was my first time, and I did three costumes, including the group cosplay TARDISpod dress. This year, all the effort (primarily on my hubby’s part, because he is awesome and also loves to make stuff) went into the Tin Litter (K-9) group cosplay costume. I’ll be wearing one of my costumes from last year one day, too, but the K-9 will be the major focus—including more Doctor pictures!

As I said above, I will be posting a lot about Gally over the next week or so. If it doesn’t interest you, come back in about two weeks; I’ll have a Nu-View or a DVD review for you then. If, however, you are interested in the glorious insanity that is Gallifrey One, then stay tuned! I’ll have my usual daily reviews of the con here, and Twitter will be awash with all the goings-on. (You can follow my Twitter feed or the official #Gally1 hashtag if that’s your thing.)

Let the games begin!

Gally 2013 Recap

It’s a week later, and if my Twitter feed is any indication, I am very much not alone in my feelings of ennui at no longer being at Gally. There’s even a hashtag (#PostGallyBlues). I’ve seen a few good reviews of the weekend as a whole, though most of them seem to be, like my posts, recaps of personal experiences rather than analyses like I saw last year.

Since I’ve promised various people I would, then, I’ll keep my own “recap” to photos of my own forays into cosplay and my Saturday panel. We begin with Friday, and my femme!Three. Not as many people as I’d hoped recognized my costume for what it was, but those who did seemed appreciative. In return, I really appreciated seeing other cosplayers in costumes of related eras. When I saw someone dressed as the Brigadier, I had to ask for my photo with him. Then a Sarah Jane Smith (in her reporter guise) got in on the act.

Later, I saw someone dressed as SJS as she had been when sneaking into Irongron’s castle as a servant in her debut story The Time Warrior. Needless to say, we had a bit of fun fangirling at each other.

24 Hours of Gallifrey One: Day Three

The wifi at Gally gets painfully slow – to the point where you can’t get any sort of real connection for long stretches of time, especially if you want to be going to panels instead of hanging in the lobby waiting (im)patiently for connectivity.

Hopefully yesterday’s post not going up till today now makes sense.

Actually, there was another, even more compelling reason that post didn’t get finished until today. Sunday morning I was fortunate enough to have a ticket to the Guest Brunch Banquet, which was capped at 56 members (attendees). Eight tables are set up. Seven members sit at each, and the final place at any given table is left for one of the convention guests. Every twelve minutes, the guests do a somewhat more organized version of musical chairs, and switch to another table, so that all the members (in theory) get to spend a few minutes in actual, honest-to-god conversation with each of the guests.

Last year being my first, I didn’t really know anything about the brunch, and if memory serves, it had sold out during the previous year’s con anyway. But I am super glad I managed to get in on this one; it was wonderful. Our table started with Michael Jayston, which made my little heart go pitter-pat. I’ve always thought the Valeyard was a super awesome foil (and everyone here seemed to consider him a Doctor; Jayston complained that the BBC are the only ones who don’t seem to know it). Jayston was followed by Philip Hinchcliffe (producer from The Ark in Space to The Talons of Weng-Chiang, 1975-77), Dick Mills (sound engineer from 1972-1989), Deborah Watling (Second Doctor Companion Victoria), Mark Strickson (Fifth Doctor Companion Turlough), and Frazer Hines (Second Doctor Companion Jamie; the longest-running Companion on-screen, and at Gally). Peter Purves (First Doctor Companion Steven) didn’t quite make it to our table before time ran out, but I did chat with him a bit at his signing table later. I simply can’t say enough good things about all the guests. To a one, they’ve been fabulous in person to me as a fan.

24 Hours of Gallifrey One: Day Two

It was all about the cosplay on Saturday.

There was a group of us that had been planning for months to do a group cosplay (that is, we’d all dress up in related costumes) we’d dubbed “the TARDISpod.” Originally, we were all supposed to be a TARDIS representing a different decade. Since we love seeing other people’s TARDIS costumes, we also spent much of Friday telling others to come to our designated photo op on Saturday morning next to the second TARDIS (that is, the one not on stage). As a result, there were probably a couple dozen TARDISes (including a male TARDIS bathrobe). It was brilliant.

Despite the fact that there were several panels I wanted to see throughout the day, the only ones I managed were “Tooth and Claw,” about carving your own niche in fandom, whether it be podcasting, filmmaking, blogging, costuming, or whatever; and my own “Invasion of the Dinosaurs” panel. I was pleased at how well-received our panel about the differences between pre- and post-Hiatus Who seemed to be. I hope to see some reviews of it elsewhere online (if I do, I’ll post links). The basic take-away from the whole thing, as one of my fellow panelists put it: There is no wrong way to watch (or love) Doctor Who.

Later we managed to get eight of our TARDISes (or, as the man himself declared the correct plural: TARDII) together for a photo with Sylvester McCoy. He was a wonderful gentleman, and was quite gracious about us fangirling all over him (though we did try to keep it down to a dull roar).

24 Hours of Gallifrey One: Day One

This year is already a bit different than last. It’s less about the guests and more about the friends.

On the official Day One (that’s Friday), programming doesn’t actually start until noon, unless you’re a first-timer going to the “Gallifrey 101” panel or a brand new panelist at the “Panelist Primer” one. Being on Central time still, though, I was up and dressed in my costume for the day (my femme Third Doctor) quite early. Most of my morning was thus spent meeting up with new-in-real-life/year-long-online friends, wandering the con, and getting photos with other cosplayers. I loved, for instance, getting pictures with a Brigadier cosplayer and another with a Sarah Jane Smith from The Time Warrior, while she was infiltrating the kitchens.

Among the wonderfully strange things about Gally is that the “talent” mingles with the fans. I sat at a table in the lobby drinking my coffee directly across from writer Richard Dinnick, who was himself between Ian McNeice (who played Churchill) and comedian Charlie Ross. It was beautifully surreal.

I’d wanted to go to the Radio Free Skaro podcast, but somehow that fell by the wayside. Instead, my first actual programming ended up being the Who Crack Video Track, run by ladies I know through The Corsair’s Closet podcast. Although they had some technical difficulties getting things started, the videos were well worth it.

It’s Gally Time!

Today I’m off to Los Angeles for my second Gallifrey One convention.

I remember last year seeing all the activity on the relevant Twitter hashtag (which is now #Gally1), with people invariably expressing their keen anticipation. I didn’t quite get it. I mean, I was excited, too, but as a n00b, I really didn’t quite know what to expect, and a great deal of my anticipation was mixed with plain ol’ nerves. I only knew one person. Was I going to be sad and alone most of the weekend? What would the panels be like? Would I actually have any fun?

Well, this time I’m right there with everyone else who’s returning, and doing my part to ease the minds of first-time attendees. It’s an incredibly friendly venue, and now I have scads of new never-met-in-person-before friends with whom to share the experience. And tonight: LobbyCon!

Bring. It. On.

I Wish I Was Back at Gallifrey

Ever since I heard Paul McGann sing a verse of “I Wish I Was Back in Liverpool” at the interview panel at Gally (I believe this was Friday afternoon), I haven’t been able to get it out of my head. In case you haven’t seen/heard it, here’s a video of that moment, as uploaded to YouTube by nerdchik:

Just to be sure you’ve got all the lyrics sussed, here’s a transcription for you.

I Wish I Was Back in Liverpool

I wish I was back in Liverpool
Liverpool town where I was born
Where there ain’t no trees, no scented breeze
No fields of waving corn
But there’s lots of girls with peroxide curls
And the black-and-tans flow free
And it’s six to a bed by the old pierhead
And it’s Liverpool town for me

Now I can’t remember how it first popped into my head, but somehow I started singing it to myself as “I wish I was back at Gallifrey.” From that moment on, it was only a matter of time till I came up with a full spoof version based upon our favorite con. I’m sharing with you here what I devised. I encourage you to add your own alternate versions – ones that you think scan better and/or relay the spirit of the con more completely – in the comments. So, without further ado, here it is.

I Wish I Was Back at Gallifrey

I wish I was back at Gallifrey
Gallifrey One where I had fun
Where there ain’t no pets, no Internets
No lovely LA sun
But there’s lots of girls from the Doctor’s worlds
And Daleks, guests, and geeks
And it all carries on at LobbyCon
And it’s Gallifrey One for me

Gally 2012 Recap

I have been seeing all sorts of great recaps of the Gallifrey One 2012 experience all over t3h intarwebs, and wish I’d been coherent enough to be half as clever as some of these thoughtful folks. For example:

There are loads more from much more popular blogs than this one, but those are a few that caught my attention. In fact, i09’s article has now got me thinking about what I might be able to pull off in the way of crossplay/femme cosplay myself next year. Hmmm…

But there’s something I’ve been promising you for a few weeks now that hasn’t come to fruition yet – the IAN shirt photo! Here’s what I advertised would happen:

 

Ian shirt + William Russell = squeeing fangirl

Gallifrey One’s Network 23: Lessons Learned

This having been my first year to attend Gallifrey One (or, for that matter any con of any kind), it was a learning experience as much as a chance to rub shoulders with some whovian Names. Since there are still bunches of people out there who’ve never been (despite this year’s record attendance of 3183), I thought I’d pass along a few of the things I’d learned, in hopes that others might benefit. Or at least that I can come back and remind myself of them before I go next year…

  1. Plan far enough ahead that you can book a room at the Marriott itself. While the place I got was convenient enough (a 4-5 block walk, or about 5 minutes) and had free (if weak) breakfast – something I’m not sure the Marriott offers – it was an extra little hassle. I envied the con members who could just pop up to their rooms at the end of the day, stash most of their things in their rooms and just carry the basics, or not worry about still having to walk stably for several blocks at night after Lobbycon. And speaking of Lobbycon…
  2. Arrive early enough to enjoy Lobbycon on Thursday night. Although I in no way regret my Thursday this year – I got to see three distinct sets of friends, all of whom I’d last seen years earlier – it would have been nice to be able to socialize with other con members in that unique way.
  3. Stay till Monday morning. Note to self: redeyes suck; don’t do that again. Regardless of the fact that things officially end after the Closing Ceremonies around 7pm (unless you’re lucky enough to be able to go to the Volunteers’ Reception), there is still Lobbycon happening Sunday night. And really, who wants Gally to end? Stretching it out a few extra hours and not worrying about a flight till the next morning would be a nice way to finish off.
  4. Use a decent camera that’s good with long-distance shots. Although it’s possible to get super-good seats for many of the panels, let’s face it – not everyone gets the best spot, and sometimes you’re just going to be far away. If you have a simple point’n’shoot camera, it’s not going to get sharp, well-lit photos of all those folks up on stage in the ballroom. Find something that will.
    Also: don’t lose the camera you do have. ~sigh~

There are also a few things that I definitely want to do again or try out next time:

Gallifrey One’s Network 23: Day Three

I’m so tired I can’t see straight.

Despite that fact, I can’t seem to stop grinning like a fool as I think back on my weekend. I do believe I’ve got myself a new annual tradition. Minus, of course, the timing on that return flight…

My pre-program time started with a bit more ribbon trading. I’ve been pleasantly surprised to discover how popular my “I ♥♥ Eight” ribbons were. Someone from the Fan Room (where the TARDIS console was on display; I’m so disappointed I can’t remember exactly who it was) came up to me and asked me for some of those ribbons for folks there who were asking. I only had about six left, but gladly handed them over. I’m almost positive I saw Nick Briggs wearing one later. Either he got it from that source or traded a fan for it, because I sadly never got to meet Nick to give him one myself (and thus, he doesn’t really know where it came from ~sigh~)!

Having collected all but my William Russell autograph on Saturday, I could devote Sunday to the programs. I chose to camp out in the ballroom all day. When you start early, you can get a really good seat in between panels, and keep ootching your way closer to front and center (without making yourself overly conspicuous, in case you need to duck out for more coffee or a bathroom break). By this time, you’ve probably found yourself a new con buddy to save your seat while you’re away, which is awesome. It’s how I slipped away for that last autograph.