I’m back from the convention, mostly well and getting back into the swing of thing. If you read my bio, you’ll see I’m 63. Not terribly old, but certainly old enough to know better than to fly to British Columbia and run around Vancouver and its environs on a crutch, a sprained knee and an aggravated spine fracture (the ER doc’s words, not mine.).
But there hadn’t been a GateCon in 6 years, and when Col. O’Neill calls all good Gaters respond. So, me and a group of equally crazy galpals, headed for the Great North West in response.
Richard Dean Anderson aka Jack O’Neill aka Nicodemus Legend aka Angus MacGyver was there, large and in charge. Interestingly enough he too is showing his erm, mileage.
In his defense, RDA is 65 and has had some health problems. And he’s recovering from his own damaged limbs. Apparently, he took a header down some steps chasing a pup he’d inherited from his Mom at her passing. Concussion, sprained wrist, broken ribs, and a broken elbow. But, for all his injuries, he remained the Host with the Most.
The ‘guests’ were just about every SGC team member, villain, sidekick, comic relief ever made an appearance. Daniel’s good father, Sam’s Tok’ra dad, Bra’tak, Walter, Persis, Narim, Ba’al, Nirti, Hathor, on and on and on.
Unfortunately, the rest of SG1 sent their regrets. Shanks and Tapping were working on their projects, (he has an award-winning TV show and she’s directing something). The others were not specifically heard from but we can assume they are hale and hearty.
There were also some authors from Fandemonium, the company that is presently writing, creating, publishing and printing the StarGate novels. They did a seminar what was interesting to the writers that were there. One thing that stuck in my mind was the advice to ‘fill the box with sand’. You can always take it out, but you first must fill the box. Well, its something to think about.
Vancouver is a beautiful city. It’s no wonder so many TV shows and movies are made there. As we took the tour bus we could see signs all throughout the city advising us of filming in process and streets closed. The people were nice and weren’t really aware of the con going on. The feeling was small town and a bit pricey, but no surprise considering we were in another country. But if you like seafood, this is the place. The worst thing that happened was Sprint has no towers in Vancouver, so I was incommunicado. No phone, no facebook, not even email. But, every time I turned around there was some eye candy in view. Okay, a bit mature, but eyecandy none the less.
I actually spent a whole 5 days in country, with 2 days of travel. Apparently no Airlines go directly from San Antonio to Vancouver. But Delta was very accommodating to a old gal with a cane. But when I came home I dropped like a rock. All my physicalities came back to roost. I never would have survived a Big Flashy Con. So I lay around the house for a few(?) days recovering and catching up.
Oh, and I don’t know what to blame it on but maybe it was the Sprint thing, but my Chrome browser here at home ceased to function. So, I had to install Firefox. My passwords were long gone and forgotten. My list of passwords obviously had not made it through my husband’s cleaning frenzy a while back so no joy there. Chrome had saved them all, but FF was clueless. So I spent the next week reloading new pass words. Sigh.
But I am back, mostly healed and rejuvenated, and working on my sequel again. Faithfully filling the box with sand to be gently emptied out.