Okay, the last weekend in August, I went to the
3rd Official Stargate: SG-1 & Stargate: Atlantis Convention Tour in Rosemont, where I met up with friends from the previous year. There are pictures, and you can wait for them.
Jason Momoa is very cute, very down to earth and sweet, having been largely raised in Norwalk, Iowa, and quite unlike his dense dude with a big gun on Atlantis. He also digs jazz.
Beau Bridges told some amusing stories about working with Jeff on the
Outer Limits episode "Sand Kings," and in the movie
Fabulous Baker Boys.
Joe Flannigan cancelled at the last minute, so they got Don S. Davis to substitute. He is probably one of the nicest guys you could ever meet, but I've now met him three times, and he just isn't yummy man candy.
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Then, I went on a date on August 28.
With the assistant tight-end coach of a national football league team.
Least likely date ever, mind you.
We did dinner and drinks, talked a lot, shared a cab, exchanged pecks on the cheek, and he asked me if I'd like to go out again while he was in town. I said yes, he said he'd call, and I haven't heard from him since.
I'm sure this surprises the hell out of everyone.
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My family visited over Labor Day weekend. Good times were had by all, of course.
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One of my stylists was also classy enough to call me on Labor Day, and inform me that s/he was not going to be returning to work, except to collect her/his gear.
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The second weekend in September, Sackie, who was the first person I befriended at the
1st Official Stargate whatnot, called me and left me a voicemail to see if I was willing to work at a convention, because they were desperately short of volunteers.
I said I would, and proceeded to have a fun time at the
Official Star Trek 40th Anniversary Convention Tour for the rest of the weekend. I drank a lot, I sassed celebrities, I made a statement in my biography factually inaccurate, I was a terrible brat, and generally had a blast. There are pictures,
here.
I also was a horrible bitch to someone that didn't deserve it. Slightly embarassed by the previous night's "demanding petulant pretty pretty princess" mode into which I had slipped after many, many drinks, and the activities that resulted thereafter, I was cool and stand-offish to someone that was only guilty of being a physically-affectionate, dirty, dirty boy named H.
Which probably greatly confused him after all of the drunken friendly warmness from the day before. Being generally all square and sober, and not really down with the pda in front of strangers, I was touchy and brusque.
And now, being generally all square and sober again, I am shamed by how callous I was to H, even though I was just trying to be cool and non-chalant.
Frankly, I suck at effectively communicating with the other sex on a personal level.
Of course, he's got my email address, and I don't even know his last name or contact information. I do know he lives in L.A. and wants to move to Australia. He travels a lot, and he wears neatly tailored suits. The knowledge of which isn't particularly helpful.
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On the plus side, I made some new friends with the crew of SG-69, who do security at these sorts of events. I've seen them on the sidelines for the last three years, and now I actually know their names.
And I got to get my picture taken with Connor Trinneer (He played Trip on
Enterprise, and he plays Michael on
Atlantis), for whom I also fetched coffee (he takes it with milk, not cream). He is very cute in person, and very sweet.
And then I got to line wrangle for John de Lancie, which basically meant that for a furious 30 or so minutes, I made people give me their items to be signed, handed them to Mr. de Lancie to autograph, and then told them to collect their items down the line somewhere. I got to say, "Items for Mr. de Lancie, please," several hundred times. Oh, I also told people many, many times to give the Connor pix to his people, and not me.
Mr. de Lancie is very attractive in an older, haughty, gentlemanly kind of way. Which means he was way hotter than I expected.
I got both of them to sign my
Stargate poster from two weeks earlier, telling them that while I knew they weren't at the Con, Joe Flannigan was supposed to be and he wasn't, and besides they were both on
SG-1 and/or
Atlantis.
I also met Natalia Nogulich (Vice Admiral Nechayev) and Suzie Plakson (K'Ehleyr) from
ST:TNG. And also Michelle Scarabelli, who played Susan Francisco on the TV version of
Alien Nation. And Bobby Clark, who played the lizard dude, Gorn, in that episode of
ST:TOS called "Arena," where Kirk battles a lizard dude in order to save his ship and crew.
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Let's see, the next week I went out for a nice dinner with Tifling, Willlybean, and Willybean's brother, Dr. J. We sat outside at Chef's Station, which was nice, but a little chilly. Damn you, fleeting summer.
Willybean's just gotten the guitar-equivalent of
Dance, Dance Revolution, called
Guitar Hero, so he and Dr. J and Tifling took turns playing the guitar controllers in time to such classics as "I Love Rock & Roll," "Bark at the Moon," and "Cowboys from Hell." The controllers are fun, and come complete with whammy bars and all. Willybean even has the Flying-V guitar controller. I'm sure he can't wait until November 7, when
Guitar Hero II comes out.
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I've been a little extra blue lately, so I've lacked super high-quality entertainment value. The mucky weather, an unhealthy diet, poor sleeping, and just being generally worn out isn't doing a lot for me. Fortunately, I've got a meds check with my doctor next week, so I can address that with her.
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I've tentatively hired a new stylist that actually graduated from my old beauty school, and am on the hunt for two more, hopefully one of which will return my call tomorrow.
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We're under a tornado watch in Chicago, and loud sirens were going off all over the place, but just stopped. The NWS says a tornado touched down in Humboldt Park, and would possibly wend it's way towards Downtown and/or Lincoln Park.
I think if one hit here, it would technically have to be a hurricane, what with the proximity of the lake and all. I will tell you, though, that it's all kinds of windy down on the ground level. I can hear debris and leaves whipping around down in the parking lot.
I suppose I might take the flood warning seriously, though.
