Evening Hour

So it’s been a hell of a month lately! I finally finished second year uni last Monday. That Monday was one of my worst Mondays ever, and that’s saying quite a lot, but in amongst all the travelling from north to west to east to in-between, printing mock-ups (and muck-ups) and bookbinding setbacks, there was that massive shower of relief that washed over me when I set that folio down onto the desk in studio, and exited the campus with a somewhat triumphant feeling. The victory didn’t kick in until I was binging on glorious junk food in QV with Steph, and having a good nervous chortle about it afterwards. Not particularly looking forward to the end of November which is when results are released, but meh, c’est la vie.

More excitingly though, Cam and I went to the Armageddon Expo at the Exhibition Centre on Saturday. I was totally not planning to go this year, but I passed several bill posters in Essendon with multiple Batmans gazing at me, daring me not to come, so how could I not go, eh? That was when I found out Jim Lee, THE Jim Lee, Master of All Comic Art, was making a guest appearance. And we know how difficult it is for the famous people I personally am interested in to come to my shithole of a hometown. It was a bitch lining up to see him though, worse than meeting the film celebrities, but it was ultimately worth every exasperating, exhausting minute. I had nothing worthy to say; I guess I was pretty much speechless. He asked if we were tired. He said he was tired. He asked one of the supervisors (one of the worst I’ve ever encountered at a major event) for “sodas”. I thanked him for coming here or something along those lines, and asked for a photo afterwards. It was all over in under a couple of minutes, but you could not wipe the grin off my face if you tried. I was Catwoman personified. xD

On a more lively note, Doug Jones was the better entertainer. He is possibly the most warm and down-to-earth celebrity I’ve met. The second we greeted him he was cooing all over us—we were “adorable” and he just “wanted to pinch [our] cheeks” (which he did). I’ve never thought myself as adorable, but there you are. I waxed lyrical about his role in Hellboy, and he was very gracious. He talked about the scene portrayed in the photo still he was signing, and I think I managed to maintain conversation despite my utter gobsmacked speechlessness. I think I meant to ask if there was a Hellboy III in the works, and what was it like playing a drunk, singing, aquatic creature. Oh well.  In short, he was brilliant. And the whole convention was really quite fun. It’s so cool to be a part of the geekdom, and having people from all ages speaking the same language as you. It was like the time when I went to the final Harry Potter book launch parties in the city at 9am in freezing July weather. A kinship of sorts. Marx was right about this stuff being the opiate of the people, no?

What I ended up with (quite an expensive but so-damn-worth-it haul):

More photos at my Flickr page.

I’m participating in NaBloPoMo instead of NaNoWriMo this month. So I’ll be sporadically posting on both Eveninghour and my LJ. No more inactive Jen. ;]