Not At Comic Con (Again!)

So - remember last year when all of us who weren't at Comic Con commiserated with our #notatcomiccon tweets? Well, we're doing it again, you guys! (So far, we = me, but you know you want to.)

Here are some BREAKING NEWS STORIES I have so far, from DAY ONE of Not At Comic Con:

- I thought I lost a golf cart earlier.

- I did not lose a golf cart.

- I had three cups of coffee today.

- I'm really tan.

- MY FUCKING FACE IS PEELING.

- Coffee makes me poo.

- Molasses cookies are DELICIOUS.

- Most people do not enjoy molasses cookies. 

- I am jealous of my nail polish. If that is possible.

Fascinating stuff, isn't it? And get excited, because we've got THREE MORE DAYS of this! I KNOW - this is just as fun as putting on a Stormtrooper helmet and getting freaky with an Ewok.

Speaking of Comic-Con...

I did not anticipate (A) that my attempt to trend #notatcomiccon on Twitter would take off or (B) I would be quoted for wondering whether or not I put on deodorant that morning.

Fuck Comic-Con - Next Year I'm going to Pacey-Con!

Pacey-Con with Joshua Jackson from Joshua Jackson

Joshua Jackson is a trooper. And also brilliant. And I love him. And is it weird that I actually miss the Dawson's Creek theme song?

"I don't like sci-fi. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it!"

Hey Nerds:



Enjoy Comic Con!

This & That

+A reminder that I am not at Comic Con. To celebrate (aka mourn) this I am live-tweeting all the inane things I am doing today. For example, right now it's fucking freezing in my office, which leads me to believe they keep our offices especially cold only to make it impossible to be comfortable and/or fall asleep. Maybe not. I don't really know.

+I rediscovered tumblr last night. As well as my old tumblr that I started posting to (after first deleting some hilariously old post from like two years ago). Not really sure if it's going to be of any interest to me/anyone, but I view that social media site as more of a platform for personal expression. Or those dumb "F Yeah [insert relative pop culture name/term here]" blogs. Right now, all I've posted are quotes I like and some photos I took. And like a song lyric or two. So yeah, it's essentially my diary ten years later.

+Seriously, it's fucking freezing in here!

Damn You, Duchovny

Word just broke that "the man, the myth, the monotone" is going to be making a triumphant return to Comic Con this year. Hell yeah. (Oh - that was a reference to David Duchovny in case the subject title of this post didn't let you know that aka you are stupid).

Oh wait, I am not going to Comic Con. My third summer in LA where I will not be traveling with the masses on this holy quest.

Le sigh.

The thing is? It would be SO easy. I mean, I could probably even get interviews if I wanted, could probably tote around some HuffPo press credentials, use various contacts to crash some parties, but the thing is - at the end of the day, I am not going to go to Comic Con until I am going under legitimate pretenses. So, for work. Like, work, work. And I'm not talking about this here blog or the other freelance writing I do for spare change. I'm talking about the day when I am no longer an assistant and I get to go because a show I work on is at the convention, whether I am going in a marketing capacity, or as a creative exec (as the many people I work for are), or as a writer or producer (those last two are most likely in the far away future). Am I sad about this? Sure. But not really. I think my reasons for abstaining from making the trek are good ones. Hey, I need to maintain any remaining shred of "coolness" I can.

But then... but then... there was Duchovny. He might be the only celebrity of any medium I have ever geeked out over. Last summer when I was home my brother and I spent some time sorting through our old stuff. My X-Files collection was quite impressive. Here's a glimpse:



There may or may not be action figures hiding behind that mountain of magazines.

Alas - no Comic Con for me. Not this year. Unless Duchovny himself sends a personalized invite, I'll be spending that weekend in what will likely be a quiet LA.

E3 Highlights

Besides getting some inside info on the new Avatar movie and companion game, I have to say my favorite part of E3 was simply walking around the floor demoing games. Of course the Nintendo booth was my favorite, and playing the new "Super Mario Bros Wii" game was a ton of fun--it harkens back to the day's of the old school NES, because you hold the Wiimote like an old controller and you're running through updated versions of familiar landscapes.

On a personal level I loved going to the Ubisoft press conference Monday night. Besides my internship at Us Weekly all those years ago, this was the most real-deal reporting experience I've had, and I loved every second of it. It was fun just chilling in the media lounge, looking around at all the other reporters, writers, bloggers, photographers, and knowing that for the first time, I too had credentials that put me in their peer group.

I also spent some time watching G4 shoot their live coverage, which was cool because I got to witness the legendary gamer Steve Wiebe play Donkey Kong. And I had a realization that I was the only chick in a sea of dudes. Alas, that sea of dudes was not an attractive sea.

E3 was a reminder that I am not even remotely nerdy though. Okay, remotely, but I am way on the fringe. I am hardly a gamer, I discovered, so I guess it's a good thing I was there as a "trend reporter" because when I attempted to play the new "Sonic & Mario Winter Olympics" game on the Wii I sucked. It's okay, I'm glad I'm not that much of a nerd. At least not like this guy. Excuse me, this stormtrooper:



I mean, seriously, dude? This isn't Comic Con...

E3: I've arrived

So I get to go to E3 this afternoon and all day tomorrow. What is E3? This massive trade show for video games, meaning that all the big players like Microsoft, Sony, Nintendo, Ubisoft, EA, Activision, etc are revealing their latest and greatest developments in games and gaming platforms. What does this mean for me? I've arrived. Well, in geek circles anyway.

Actually, hardly, but I'm pretty excited to be among the other nerdy press members trolling the grounds of the LA Convention center, tweeting about everything I am seeing as it happens. Yep, follow me on Twitter as that's the easiest version of liveblogging, or just check in here later this afternoon when my coverage begins. I love that this is for work. Sure, I might not be going to Comic Con (because, let me reiterate, that is one convention I will only go to if I have actual professional reason to), but this is pretty sweet, and it's press-only, so I'm feeling pretty jazzed to be considered a member of that lofty group.

Wait, I really just referred to the press as a "lofty group?" I would imagine the type of press covering a trade show of this nature are less lofty and more... well, yeah, as I said before, nerdy. Hey, maybe I'll meet my future husband and the Nintendo stage? One can only hope...

Nerd Alert: Level Orange

I'm trembling in anticipation for this flick. Or maybe it's just the large coffee. No seriously, I'm geeking out over this new Star Trek trailer.



Wow... from Watchmen to this... it's so overwhelming. And on a side note, a male co-worker just told me I'm a "nerd's dream." So does that mean I might meet my soulmate at Comic Con?

The Truth Is Out There (In 5 Weeks)

Okay so you know how I always talk about how I am a huge geek and a loser and a tool and love sci-fi and fantasy, etc etc etc? Well, last night I was safely reassured I am far, (we're talking miles) from being a true fangirl geek. You know what, it feels pretty great to suddenly know that I am an obsessed fan, but I'm not one of those fans. (See photo below). I mean, I'm pretty normal as far as the normal scale goes, like to think I am up on the trends, and what it is the cool kids are into these days, and I just happen to become obsessed with various things on the side. I mean, I' m no hot Hollywood insider, and I'm by no means a hipster, even though I will wear a belt around a big tee shirt and call it a dress.

Where was I? RIGHT, last night. Last night I dragged my brother with me to the LA Film Festival's "Sneak Peak, The X-Files: I Want to Believe" at the lovely Majestic Crest theater in Westwood. We got to the theater a little under an hour early, thinking we would hang in Borders or something until we'd go in. Well we get there and the line is around the corner. As we approach the throng of people, I start noticing all the X-Files t-shirts and hear snippets of conversation like "hey did you see that girl we met in San Diego [insert--at Comic Con] was at the front of the line?" or "Chris Carter should be in politics he's so good at evading questions." Let me tell you something, those long lingering X-Files fanatics are a bunch of eager beavers. A lot of women too. They all love that David Duchovny.

Ah yes, David Duchovny--the man, the myth, the monotone. I am not going to lie, he's fantastic. Very funny, smart, entertaining. Totally worth dealing with the crazy fans to watch him and writer/director/creator Chris Carter interact and talk about shooting the film.

Anyway, we watched two clips from the film that revealed slim to nothing about the plot, and then listened to Carter and Producer Frank Spotnitz avoid answering any questions that gave anything away. They are really crazy about keeping this movie under wraps. I respect that, but at the same time, I can't help but wonder, who else besides longtime fans are going to go see the new film? I guess because it's being pegged as a stand-alone thriller movie, it could appeal to a lot of people. It doesn't sound like there's much nostalgia in it either. In any case, it's about five weeks until the movie is out and it's doubtful that any juicy information will leak before then.

In sum, it was fun and my brother was a trooper for coming with me. We both suffered a lot of second-hand embarrassment during the whole Q & A section (X-Files fans lack social awareness, which should come as no surprise) and couldn't take the over-eager female fans much longer, but it was interesting and entertaining, and as I said--very reassuring. I am nowhere near the loser I was concerned I might be (no offense to all those fans, I respect your level of commitment!). I also realized I could never last a day at Comic Con, at least not as fan. I just wouldn't belong. Last night I had a lot of trouble not laughing in people's faces. Especially the chick with the Yoda backpack. Here's the thing--I might be a huge dork, but I'm totally self-aware, and as much as I think I am fully embracing my geek side, it will never be the extent of any of those other crazies in the crowd last night. God bless 'em.

Oh and this guy was standing in front of me in line: