It was clear after only moments that Emily and I were not as dedicated as other geeks, nerds, and dorks in regards to their respective fandoms. For instance, our dedication resulted in wearing Jayne hats and standing in line for no more than 20 minutes, but others' resulted in full-out package-squeezing superhero uniforms and Storm Trooper outfits and camping out in front of panel rooms for hours ahead of time just to get a front row seat to photograph Brent Spiner's nose hairs.
Geek-citement!
"Our kids only had moldy bread to eat for three weeks, but they thought we looked freaking awesome!"
However, as subtle as I thought the Jayne hat to be, the Jayne hat was quite the attention grabber, be it a shouted "JAYNE!" from within the mob, a wave from a fellow Hero of Canton hat wearer, or people who came up to us to inquire "What the hell is the point of your hat?! We keep seeing them everywhere!" I approached Mark Sheppard for a photo - he wouldn't give me one, but even he knew that the hat identified us as Firefly fans. In fact, we got more attention while wearing Jayne hats than when we were in full costume. Apparently our costumes did not reveal enough boob, ass, and stomach. (P.S. I'm never ever going to feel self-conscious in or out of clothing ever again!)
I was standing in line to get Aaron Douglas's autograph when someone approached me, asking where I got my hat. When I told him I made it, he remarked that mine was the best he had seen and he'd PAY ME TO MAKE HIM ONE! I gave him my email address in case he was being serious, but people, I made it from a pattern! It's no amazing feat, I even bought the same yarn the pattern suggested!
Most of the attention was positive, but there was one instance in which Emily wanted to strangle and maim. Before our very first panel (Possibly the worst one. It was supposed to involve some Star Trek people duking it out with some Battlestar Galactica people, but due to the asinine number of panelists and the disorganization on part of the moderator, it resulted in jokes mostly about toe sex and man love on behalf of the very silly Battlestar Galactica actors.), the announcer pointed out Emily in her Jayne hat, in a room full of some 400 people, and suggested to the audience that she was lost and perhaps confused about her fandoms. Perhaps the announcer jerk-face missed the half-naked, fat woman in chain mail extending only to just above her navel.
In regards to my Slytherin scarf that I hurriedly finished for last weekend, I didn't get to wear it! We decided not to attend the Yule Ball after discovering there had been some people standing in line for the Firefly and Battlestar Galactica parties for SEVEN HOURS and the lines went around the block. My best guess as to how the party was going to go was that you stood in line drinking beer for hours to get in then when you did get in, you stood around drinking beer with the people you'd been standing in line with for hours. Like I said, I'm not that dedicated. Compared to some people, I'm not even a nerd!
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You two are so cute!
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