Darn, had so much to do I just have not had time to blog on about the rest of my day at SupaNova, but I hope to. So, while we all wait for me to add the details here at least are the remaining photos from the day.
Darn, had so much to do I just have not had time to blog on about the rest of my day at SupaNova, but I hope to. So, while we all wait for me to add the details here at least are the remaining photos from the day.
Everyone had to leave the seminar room at the end of Mark Lutz’ presentation, with the exception of those who had purchased VIP tickets. People who had those could stay, and they would be staying in the front row seats allocated for them. However, everyone did leave the seminar room because there was no one there with a VIP ticket.
Upon leaving I was met with another long line, this one about to come in. Yet that was not the only line. There was another line that snaked around and almost joined the line to get back into the seminar room; this line was to buy photos of the stars appearing at SupaNova. There were more lines still, as the autograph booths were nearby and the queues for them were backing up into these first two lines. To get to the back of any line you had to cut in front of some people and squeeze past others and then, once at the end of the queues, try to figure out which of the many end of the lines was the line you wanted.
This time it wasn’t too hard to find the line to go back into the seminar room to see the next guest. It was the only line that was moving.
The next guest was Charisma Carpenter, another Wheddonverse star. She played Cordellia in Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Angel.
This session was very well attended. I did not see any empty seats and people were having to stand up at the back.
I also discovered that you could take photos. For the previous session for Mark Lutz I thought I was doing something illicit so I only took the one photo, but now I could snap away all I wanted, for all the good it was. The restriction was, and I knew that there had to be one, no flash photography.
Now, I don’t know about anyone else’s digital camera, but mine, with no flash, gives me blurry pictures. These can be interesting, as the subject ends up with waving arms and sometimes two heads, but as a document that identifies who someone is, they are not so great.
Charisma was asked plenty about Angel and Buffy but also about Veronica Mars, which was fantastic. She explained how she got the role after proving that she could be sexy; she had just done a Playboy shoot. She also spoke about how Veronica Mars was almost a Bufy reunion with her seeing Alyson Hannigan on set and later Joss turning up for a cameo.
It was obvious that Charisma was a loving mother as she often mentioned her son, and talked about how when she looked at the episode of Angel in which she was pregnant, it touched her to think that her son is sort of in that scene. This lead me to ask her how she found balancing work as an actor and life as a mum. She responded that it was hard and that she had support and that when a mother she gave 110%.
Other topics she touched on included:
With the end of this session the room was once again cleared. It was advertised that someone connected to Twilight was to be next, but I heard an announcement about a late change. I didn’t pay much notice. I now had some time to check out the stalls and spend some money, before the 1.10pm session with Eliza Dushku, who played Faith in Buffy and Angel.
So, where was I? Oh, that’s right; I was in a line. Pay attention! Being in a line will be a recurring motif of these recollections.
Having finally got inside the venue and getting the back of my hand stamped to prove it, I found the seminar room where the first talk of the day was already underway.
I was able to walk right in and had plenty of seats to choose from, all with a good view of the star of the session, Mark Lutz.
Now as soon as I told my partner that Mark Lutz was going to be at SupaNova and that he was from Angel, she straight away remembered that he was “The Groosalugg”. So, if that means nothing to you, I guess you are not a fan of Angel.
I was annoyed to have missed more than half of Mark’s session, but so glad that I caught what I did, because he was most amusing.
He told the story of his worst ever TV appearance, which was on a fake reality show. He was given the 60 page script the night before and when he came on set was informed that there was no wardrobe department and that he was meant to have provided his own suit to wear. I asked if this was ever broadcast and the answer was no, so he discouraged us all to look for it online.
Mark asked if any of us had visited his My Space page, the site of his recent April Fool’s Day joke. He had posted on 1 April that the Groosalugg spin off series had just been given the go ahead. Most people did not realise it was a put-on, and Mark’s agent had to say that perhaps such a joke was not in his best interests.
Mark also spoke of another great April Fool’s Day joke wherein he phoned his mother to tell her about a “ new reality show” he was to be in. In this “new reality show”, Mark was going to marry a complete stranger and then have a TV crew follow them around for a year. Expecting his mother to go crazy over his marrying someone he had never met and who could be a whacko, she instead reacted with joy at this “wonderful news”.
Mark also made a great joke about our new Prime Minister being Tilda Swinton.
Sadly his time ended before he could show us footage of his recent film, Victor. Thankfully I did have time to get a photo of him, although not the best shot of the day.
With him leaving the stage came the announcement that we would all have to leave the seminar room before the next session began. So I got up to leave, unaware that I was about to go join another long line…To be continued
The Saturday just gone I went to the SupaNova event at Claremont Showgrounds. I almost didn’t make it.
I was all set to go, bag packed, camera ready, etc, when I tried to start the Lada. No go. My partner had just left to go on her morning walk and had been kind enough to open the gate for me to reverse out. When I went to look up and down the street to see if she was still nearby, she was gone.
I was faced with a problem. Should I take the other car; the one that my partner needed to go to work that afternoon? Or should I try and catch a train? I do live near the train line, and take it to work most days, but on weekends the trains are less frequent. If I was to catch a train it would have to be soon.
I raced inside to grab the timetable. There was a train in the next 10 min, which I could get, provided I reached the station in time. For me to reach the station, I would need a lift. In order to have a lift, someone would have to drive me. That someone was out walking, somewhere.
Thankfully I listen to my partner when she tells me where it is that she goes on her walks and so I drove off in the other car, trying to find her. She was not walking anywhere around the streets that I myself have in the past walked with her, but I remembered that she had of late been favouring Station Street, as that had less traffic.
I caught sight of her traipsing across the dead end of a cul de sac while I was driving nearby. I rounded a few corners to meet her at the entrance of that street. I explained my plight and she agreed to come with me to the station.
By this time, I had missed the train that I had noted in the timetable that I had quickly consulted. I reasoned that my next best bet was to go the next station, where the express made it’s last stop on the way into Perth. So off we went. My partner took the wheel as I kissed her goodbye and ran the last few metres to the stop. I had reasoned well; the next express was due in 5 min.
I was soon in Perth and looking for the next connection; the train to take me to the showgrounds. I changed platform and came across the sign informing me that the Fremantle line was closed for repair. I had to go to the Wellingston St Bus Station for a replacment bus. Would the complications of transport on this day never end?
I raced back down the way I had come and continued onto the bus station. I was basically retracing the steps that I take to get to work.
A bus was ready and waiting to go to the showgrounds with many people, some in cosplay, already aboard. Soon after I found a seat we were away. Not long now, I thought.
However, in the battle of Bus v Train, the train is quicker. The bus took half an hour meandering through Subiaco and at one stage driving completely past the showgrounds, before finally turning around, after having crossed the railway tracks, for us to disembark at the Claremont showgrounds.
Little herds of cosplayers and fans started to make their way to the pavillions.
I had been aiming to get to SupaNova in time to hear the first talk of the day at 10.40. By now, with all the transport delays that I had it was a little after 10. I had pre-purcahsed a ticket, so I thought I should be able to get inside with no hassle and find a good seat.
Coming up to the pavillion I saw that I was in error.
Notice that there are two lines. The one in the background is the line for people buying their tickets on the day. The line in the foreground is for the smart people, like me, who bought their ticket ahead of time (and paid that pesky booking fee – grumble). Now the far away line stretched on far away, as you can see. But what about the pre-paid line?
The pre-paid line was just as long as the line for pay on the day. Plus, upon arrival I had no way of knowing which line was which. I asked and no one with a lanyard around their neck with a plastic SupaNova badge could tell me for sure. Some of the people I started lining up with found out after 10 min that they were in the wrong line. I took note of these people, who were in costume, who had to march all the way to the end of the other line. I will mention them again later.
So, what was the point of pre-purchasing a ticket if this is what happens? I stood in that line for 45 min. At least I had the cosplayers around to entertain me and give me something to look at. I had these very nice anime cosplayers in front of me, who allowed the rest of their team to cut in to join them. I guess their strength is derived from each other.
I finally got near the front, having taken a few photos and got my show bag from some volunteers (more bag than show, considering it only had a few vouchers and the program in it), but I had missed the start of the first talk by about 15 min so far, and there was still 20 people in front of me. I looked over at the other line and that was moving a lot faster than the one I was in. Remember those cosplayers from before, who had to change lines? They were now entering the pavillion.