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Vividconning
Heh... I've just seen a number of Flist friends posting first reactions to V'con, and realized that Saturday morning before the day's events begin are the natural window for finding spare time to update. Sunday, you'll be too tired, Saturday afternoon and evening, you'll be too busy.
By dint of accepting a smoking room, I got into "a" room early, so I could nap & shower and felt muchly revived therefrom, which was good because there were all these things to Do.
Let's see -- a panel on Color in vids (with a largescreen projector to show specific examples), another panel on Titles (which, also had some good concrete examples to make one consider). I'd never paid much attention to color (like, you can manipulate color tints in scenes to match or contrast... which, no, never occured to me) so I feel like a failure as a vidder before I even begin.
Right... someday, real soon now.
And then I took a late lunch break in the con suite, via a quick trip across the Highway o' Death (thank goodness, it's much quieter on weekends) to the nearest deli, where I talked mostly knitting -- it turns out there's a knitting conference in one of the nearby hotels, so there's a number of guests here for that!
Then to the Nearly New vid show, which was Mostly Entirely New to me. They showed the SGA-Rodney vid 'Stress' which was even funnier the Nth time I've seen it. Alas, my memory is going early now, I'll have to consult the program guide for a hope in hell of remembering so much as a title!
Then, dinner break, and
raveninthewind, my roommate for the con, actually recognized me in the semi-dark of the vidshow, so we went off to dinner at the attached Outback at 5, ran into some of the same fans I'd been talking to in the consuite earlier, so we got some inside dish on the last days of Forever Knight fandom and demolished some impressive slabs o' meat (chicken in my case, but a large chicken just the same.)
Then, dressing up for Club Vivid, and going up to the foyer for the cocktail hour beforehand. Someone remarked that fandom's gotten a whole lot girlier since our heydey when we were young and really able to dress to kill -- it used to be all you needed was a sufficiently clever t-shirt and a non-descript pair of jeans.
Club Vivid was wonderful fun -- there was a darkened dance floor with sparkly lights, enough glowsticks to make the esophagus of a small horse glow through its neck as it choked, big-ass fans to keep vital oxygenation up, and danceable vids on the big ass screens at either end of the room.
OK, it's time to go downstairs and see more vids! Whee!
By dint of accepting a smoking room, I got into "a" room early, so I could nap & shower and felt muchly revived therefrom, which was good because there were all these things to Do.
Let's see -- a panel on Color in vids (with a largescreen projector to show specific examples), another panel on Titles (which, also had some good concrete examples to make one consider). I'd never paid much attention to color (like, you can manipulate color tints in scenes to match or contrast... which, no, never occured to me) so I feel like a failure as a vidder before I even begin.
Right... someday, real soon now.
And then I took a late lunch break in the con suite, via a quick trip across the Highway o' Death (thank goodness, it's much quieter on weekends) to the nearest deli, where I talked mostly knitting -- it turns out there's a knitting conference in one of the nearby hotels, so there's a number of guests here for that!
Then to the Nearly New vid show, which was Mostly Entirely New to me. They showed the SGA-Rodney vid 'Stress' which was even funnier the Nth time I've seen it. Alas, my memory is going early now, I'll have to consult the program guide for a hope in hell of remembering so much as a title!
Then, dinner break, and
Then, dressing up for Club Vivid, and going up to the foyer for the cocktail hour beforehand. Someone remarked that fandom's gotten a whole lot girlier since our heydey when we were young and really able to dress to kill -- it used to be all you needed was a sufficiently clever t-shirt and a non-descript pair of jeans.
Club Vivid was wonderful fun -- there was a darkened dance floor with sparkly lights, enough glowsticks to make the esophagus of a small horse glow through its neck as it choked, big-ass fans to keep vital oxygenation up, and danceable vids on the big ass screens at either end of the room.
OK, it's time to go downstairs and see more vids! Whee!
