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One of my greatest fears is that I am an insufferable person.
That my presence is oberbearing to other people.
I know it isn't so, since I am not that keen on sharing everything with other people and then I end up appearing aloof to a certain degree.

This week I tried very hard... very, very hard not to be an annoying fangirl, I suspect I managaed not to be annoying, since I trust my friends to smack me when I become too annoying, but you never know.
In that respect I only asked Mr. Gaiman for one picture, even though there were more photo ops in later days.
My one picture (eight signed items!) with the Dream King.

Hanging with the Dream King )
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Ya, really.

One of the better things about having a world renowned Comic Book writer come to your local Con (*squee*Neil Gaiman*squee*), is that you get a chance to really talk and converse about the stuff that you really want to talk about, with people you haven't seen in a long time and with new people you may or may not see ever again.

I know why I like Neil Gaiman, he opened up comic books for me and I liked his prose as well, so I got his stuff, meeting the man very much validated my love of his work, it was also nice seeing that he really is a very nice person in general; incredibly patient and tolerant!

I like Alan Moore, I wish I had read him before Neil Gaiman.
Really, had I read "Watchmen" before "Sandman" I would have appreciated the Modern Age a whole lot more, at least in DC, Marvel was always a little ahead of its time, though my love remains for DC, in general, Marvel is better at the giving us "reality" so to speak.

Both in DC and Marvel, the "reality" is, men are big and strong, women are small and despite being strong are not as strong as the men, and if they do happen to be stronger than the men, then there is something seriously fucked up with them!
And that is the reality of our everyday life here; women can hold positions of power, but heaven forbid if they are more influential than the Man and if they are, well, they're overpowering, uber-bitches.

We're in the year 2006 people, despite Comic Books being the successors of pulp fiction, this isn't the 1956. Misogyny should not be the underlying message anywhere! Women having their bodies contorted in weird and peculiar ways should not be the norm and if it is, the men should be double jointed as well. If men have bulging muscles, I was to see a bulging package too, since the women have smooth lines and bulging bosoms!

I don't want to be any body's party pooper, but telling me that Frank Miller empowers women is a crock o' shit and that the ridicule of Powergirl by Jeph Loeb is anything other embedded sexism and misogyny you will hear what I wrote.
It's 2006.
1956 sucked the life out of people back then as well.

Why haven't we evolved?
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And so it ends.
A week of incredible experience and unsullied fun.
I think the week of Sukkot 2006 will be etched in my memory forever as one of the best so far, I sincerely hope to have more such gratifying experiences.
Neil Gaiman is a wonderfully pleasant and kind hearted man. Today at Comikaza he was practically asleep has he signed books, posters and comics for people.
I told him he inspired me.
He told me he was glad.
He signed more stuff for (eight sighned items by the Man) and I said goodbye.

It was lovely.

I have eight signed items:
#1 Sandman: Season of Mists (his sig with a little picture of Dream
#2 Sandman: A Game of You (his sig with a speech bubble coming out of a figure saying "Melody")
#3 Sandman: The Wake (his sig and "sweet dreams")
#4 Endless Nights (his sig and "Dream"
#5 Black Orchid (his sig with a little flower)
#6 American Gods (his sig and "Believe"
#7 Shogoth's Old Peculiar (the 5000 copies edition one, with his sig and "because Cthulu squeaks - with pictures of tentacles)
#8 A poster of "A Study in Emerald" (his sig and "Dream safely")

I am right now very, very happy.
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אני מודה ומתוודה, אני קצת משוגעת.
לא במובן פסיכוטי וגם לא יותר מדי, אבל כן... יש בי שיגעון מסויים.
אני מאד מרוצה שסוף סוף קיבלתי והפנמתי את הדבר, כיוון שיכולתי להמשיך בחיי במחשבה שטוב, אני אולי קצת לא נורמלית, אבל לפחות אני לא מטורפת.
כך חשבתי.

ממש טעיתי.

אני כן מטורפת, הרי לולאי הייתי קצת מטורפת, לא הייתי מסוגלת להתלהב מהדברים הקטנים של חיי.
לולאי היה בי את השיגעון הקטן לא הייתי מסוגלת ללכת לישון כל לילה האחת לפנות בוקר, לקום בשבע, ללכת לעבודה ושוב ללכת לאייקון, בידיעה שאייקון תרבות נמצא שם.
אם לא היה לי את האי-שפיות הזו, לא הייתה לי אובססיה.
אני אוהבת את האובססיה, זה פתח ועודנו פותח עולמות חדשים (וישנים) אל תוכם אני נופלת, מטיילת ומחפשת... משהו.

אמנם אני מטורפת... קלות... אני יודעת מהם הגבולות שלי.
אני יודעת היכן אני נמצאת ולמה אני אובססיבית לגבי הדברים שיש לי כלפיהם אובססיה, וזה כולל את ההערצה לאנשים כמו גיימן, פראטצ'אט, וודון ועוד כמה אינדיבידואלים.
אני מאד, מאד אוהבת את מה שניל גיימן כתב.
כולם יודעים את זה.
אני התנהגתי קצת כמו מפגרת השבוע, בגלל שניל גיימן בארץ.
אני רק מקווה שאצליח להרים את עצמי מהשפל אליו הגעתי.
אני מתנצלת [ profile] morin אם גרמתי לך לאי נוחות או שגרמתי לך להרגיש שניצלתי אותך.

דבר אחד אומר לזכותי, לא אעמוד בתור יום לחתימות כי כבר יש לי חתימות, למה שאעמוד בתור לשעה על מנת להיפגש עם בן אדם עמו כבר שוחחתי והצטלמתי.
לא נראה לי חברי במיוחד (וזוהי קהילה קטנה סה"כ) לקחת את מקומו או מקומה של עוד מעריץ או מעריצה רק בגלל שאני רוצה עוד חתימות ומפגשים.
אני לא עד כדי כך אובססיבית.

הוא גם לא חתם לי על השדיים, לא ביקשתי וגם כשהייתי טינאייג'רית לא הייתי מבקשת. אני חושבת שחבל למי שביקש חתימה על הגוף, הרי דיו לא נשאר לנצח ולמרות הנחמדות המשוועת של מר גיימן, אני יכולה רק לתאר לעצמי שנמאס לו מבחורות בנות 15-16 שמוציאות ציץ לחתימה.

אנשים, חברים, מכרים וזרים*, ניל גיימן הינו בן אנוש, מוכשר ומקורי, אך בן סה"כ בן אדם, עם משפחה וחברים משלו. הוא אינו אדם "מוזר וחולני". לעמוד מול בן אדם, אמן ולהגיד לו, "אני סוגדת לך" נראה לי תמוה.
אבל זו רק אני.
לסגוד למישהו זה בערך כמו לשנוא מישהו – אתה* מפעיל הרבה מערכות בגוף במחשבות על אותו אדם ובסופו של דבר לא יצא מזה כלום חוץ מתחושה ריקה כזו של "האם זה באמת משנה לאותו אדם שאני מרגיש ככה".

התשובה היא, ככל הנראה, לא ממש.

*נכתב בלשון זכר, אך הכוונה היא לכל לכל לשונות באשר הן ואלה.

iCon 2006

Oct. 10th, 2006 07:57 am
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The only reason I'm writing this now, is because I got home last night at around one AM and didn't want to go to sleep at around two.
So I'll writing about the excitement now.
I got to the Cinematueque at around half past one, since I managed to leave work early (today as well) and met up with [ profile] morin who is staffing the Con and to whom owe a huge amount of favours which I hope I can repay one day.
Thank you [ profile] morin, for everything you've done for me the past few months, to do with iCon and not.

I saw a movie I really didn't enjoy, with the excessive violence and unnecessary sex scene, so I left the viewing hall as soon as the credits roll, I really didn't want to hear the director talk about what a good movie it was, when I felt queasy after it.
I went to buy tickets for the rest of the week, browsed the booths (didn't have the comic books I wanted *pout*).
[ profile] morin introduced to too many people, some of whom have LJ's, but I really don't remember who right now and we went to have ice cream and caught up on what we were going to see and how busy she was, I told her to stop apologizing for being busy.
I saw they had a blood donation unit on location, so I decided to do my good deed for the day and went to donate - a little note, my blood pressure is the lowest is the lowest it's ever been and my hemo count at it's highest, who knew I was actually doing good to my body - and while I was waiting to be pocked, [ profile] morin opened the door to the van and said:
"Neil Gaiman just passed, said hello, shook our hands and told us to have fun"
I almost died.
"Why didn't you call me!?" I demanded.
"I thought you were donating!"
I pouted and went back inside, utterly disappointed.
A few minutes later the door opened again.
"Come quick!" she said "He's coming from the other direction!"
I'm damn lucky my head didn't bash the pavement.
And I met the Dream King )
And that's how I met the Dream King.

And now a few pictures:
Group Pic )

Me directly behind Neil )
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OMG!!! Neil Gaiman is going to be in at iCon and I'll going to see him and hear him talk and perhaps, oh perhaps even be able to ask him a question and have an answer directed to me:
Little Ms. Mel the melodramatic!

Seriously though, it's not everyday one meets an author one admires who is a pop-culture icon in his own right.

I'm very excited about the whole thing, and besides having an honour guest of extreme caliber, there will be booths with merchandise, sci-fi & fan books, comic books, DVD's, people whom I only see at cons and always seem to know who I am even though I have no clue who they are.

So much stuff to but, with so little time and a limited bank account.

I'm going to see Neil (האליל) Gaiman!!!
If I die after this week it will be a good time to die *squee*

Okay, I'm done.


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June 2015

 12345 6

V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.


-"V for Vendetta"


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