Right, haven't been able to get photos up yet, but here's the story of how I met Sue Blu. (Take 2, since the
last time I tried to do it, the board ate my post. Grr.)
'Kay, so in order to get any autographs you had to obtain vouchers, which were only available an hour before the actual signings began. So me and D headed to the help desk, at around... 1pm? Sounds about right. We wait in that line for about
seven years an hour in order to get our vouchers. After successfully acquiring said vouchers, we then got into ANOTHER line in the main Exhibition Hall*, which was about another hour. FUN! So we finally get to the point where me and DR are next in line. DR was ahead of me, so he got his 'graph first.
Okay, at this point I feel I should take some time to explain what we were getting signed.
I had the subscription cover variant of Issue #2 of
Sins of the Wreckers, which prominently features a drawing of Arcee, because
duh. But Darth... he had.... well, he had this:
Sue Blu, dead, in Friday the 13th: Part VII: The New Blood
A big ol' printout of that image, actually. He was the only person at the ENTIRE CONVENTION who had a non-Arcee related piece of paraphernalia for Ms. Blu to sign. It was... glorious. But even better was her reaction. When he got up there, she took the picture and turned to one of the staff and said, "Hey, remember when I was in this? I was dead then!" (or words to that effect.) She was a great sport, and the other people in the line were seething with jealousy that they didn't have something as great as that.
Right, anywhat, it's mine turn next... except I get a tap on the shoulder from a staff person, who
tells asks me if I could hang back a bit because a dude who has just cut in line wants to go next... because he had a VIP pass. What kind of a jerk pays more money to get in line first?!**
Whatever, not really that big a deal. So NOW it's my turn, and I should mention, as an aside, that whenever I meet anyone with even a modicum of fame I get nervous. I don't really know why, I just do. When I met David Willis at BotCon '13, I was so nervous that I sweated through my shirt and probably gave Willis the creeps because I acted like a weirdo due to my suffering a low-grade anxiety attack. I'm... not really sure what that has to do with anything, actually.
Anywhy, I when I get up there and hand my admittedly not-as-cool-as-a-dead-person comic to get signed, Ms. Blu looks up at me and says, get this, that she's seen me before.
Now, I'm quite confused, because I'm fairly certain that I've never met Sue in person before, and I'm also fairly certain I'd remember a thing like meeting a living legend beforehand.† But what was I gonna do? Tell her that she's wrong? You don't tell a legend that they're wrong! If Steve Wozniak came up to you and told you that you wore a thimble-sized bra because he wore a parachute-sized one, you wouldn't correct him on that because YOU JUST DON'T.
... I think I let that get away from me a bit. Right, anyway, I didn't want to correct her, and also we only had like, what, thirty seconds to get our autograph before we were shoved offstage to let the next person get his? So I just mumbled, "oh, right" like a moron and got shuffled off stage. I'll never know if she really had met me before, or if she confused me with someone else, but I will always treasure that moment. ALWAYS.
So, after Darth got his Amanda Shepard signed and I got my precious moment, we headed off to... to... Jesus, I can't remember. I think we checked out the... thing? Darth, help me out here. Just what the hell DID we do afterwards? God, my memory
SUCKS.
At any rate, it was fun. I had fun.
*Which, by the way, was freakin'
MASSIVE. Like, they had every conceivable Hasbro brand and property in there... except for GI Joe, which got like five display cases shunted out in the hallway, out of the way and forgotten. Which, really, is kinda fitting, if a bit sad.
**Says the asshole who always gets those zip-pass things when he goes to Six Flags, and spent $600 on a VIP pass for BotCon 2013.
†Well, she is in MY mind, at least. Shut up.