My photoshoot pics from the weekend are up on Con Woman. The ones I took are in the middle of being developed, and I should be getting them back on Friday. I have a somewhat zoned expression in the pic of me with James Marsters cos (apart from Hello, it’s James Marsters!) he was rubbing his hand up and down my arm, and I was all ‘gaaaahhh…. what’s he doing?….’ I know, I’m a sad little fangirl, but I don’t care. All the guests rocked beyond all expectation. I went to the con as a huge James Marsters fan, and liking all the others, and came away a huge James Marsters, Amber Benson, George Herzberg, J August Richards, and Andy Hallett fan. I knew how lovely James was from last year, and this year reinforced that, but the other blew me away as well, with how friendly and open they were too. It’s a curious thing when you find yourself changing from liking (or loving) and enjoying the characters, to loving the actual people. And because I’m a geeky net person, and have no other way that I can think of to express my adoration, I feel another website coming on. Oh dear.
Rediscovered the bird, by the way – it recovered quite well and started flying around…. eventually managed to get it to fly out of the back door, and it disappeared into a tree at the bottom of the garden. I’m thinking that Willow being a mini-cat is actually helping her with the hunting – it must be quite easy for her to get up the trees and along the narrower branches. But why can’t she bring the things she catches to Barry instead of me?!
