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Last night we had “story time,” which isn’t really something we’ve done at JadeCon before, at least not in a formal capacity. Since this is our tenth anniversary (!) and not all of us have been involved the entire ten years, we kind of did a “sit around the campfire and pass on the collective wisdom.” If by “wisdom” you mean “insanity,” that is. Some highlights:

1996 Chicago and then GenCon: OMG, there are other professional women who are fans of Star Wars and don’t really care whether a Star Destroyer could beat the Enterprise!

1997, calls to 20th Century Fox and Lucasfilm to change the release date of ROTJ:SE so that we could still see all three movies when we gathered together in Vegas. Got invited to a press screening that was moved back by one day so we could come. Met Timothy Zahn for the first time.

1998, the Smithsonian visit in DC. Jessa’s Bar makes its debut. We met Dak, who wore a button informing us “I’m Dead.”

1999, the prequels, and The Wedding. Marrying off cardboard standups of Luke and Mara in a real Las Vegas wedding chapel by a real Elvis impersonator. Yes, we scared him. Luke and Mara got locked in the bathroom at the reception when we left.

2000 was the first time GenCon was our main JadeCon. Orphans of the Suncrusher Auction. A funeral procession for Chewbacca around the second floor of the Hyatt Milwaukee and Anthony Daniels conducted us in providing a chorale accompaniment of “Duel of the Fates” while the Karrdes dueled on the skywalk between the Hyatt and the convention center at 1 am. “This floor’s not entirely stable!”

2001 was a baby shower for little Ben Skywalker and the Jedi Temple picnic (of Death!) crashed by the Sith. It was our last official JadeCon in Milwaukee, although many of us returned for the last Milwaukee GC in 2002.

2002 we were back in Vegas for AOTC. Tarts and Jedi (think Tarts and Vicars. If you’ve seen Bridget Jones Diaries you know what I mean.)

2003 was the first Indy GenCon. Podracing was appropriate for our first year in this racing city. :) We shaved Rogue’s head. Because we could.

2004 was the Galactic Games. We were rained out of the park and somehow thought it would be a good idea to light sparklers in the rain under a pavilion. After we were all treated for smoke inhalation we rethought that plan.

2005 was ROTS. Mini-cons for the actual movie, then Indy for the Hoth Winter Games. We broke Aaron at the ice rink (which was kinda more slushy than actually icy) and I got to meet one of the Lone Gunmen and tell him about the Lone Gunbabies. :)

Ten years. It’s hard to believe. Here’s to ten more. And then some.

We’re heeerrreee….

Ruby and Caroline (and presumably Susan) have just arrived after being diverted and circling Louisville. We’ve had some room issues but nothing as bad as years past. Alas, the staff is new and does not yet fear us. Fools.

Fanfic seminar was canceled but we had a nice roundup of recent fandom doings and kerfuffles last night. And also some kind of European raspberry beer. It tasted rather like Jello. But in a good way.

It’s the pre-Games Night chill and prep time. The suite has been decorated with relics of CJ’s past. Rogue and Dan are playing some pirate ship game. And I brought my computer here to be antisocial in public instead of in my room.

Tragically, the Hard Times Cafe, home of THE ONLY CHILI I EVER LOVED, is closed. WTF? I did not authorize this.

Arrived in Indianapolis last night (really this morning) around 1 am to the usual squees and hugs. Apparently I made it out on one of the last flights to not be subjected to the new security measures because of a thwarted terrorist plot in Great Britain that involved liquid explosives. This will no doubt majorly delay people flying in today.

Other than that, things are good here in Indy. Coming to the Hyatt is like coming home in a sort of weird way, especially after doing both SW Celebration III and GenCon last year. It’s good to be back. In about 45 minutes the Suite will be open and I’ll be handing out t-shirts. Unfortunately, I probably won’t be able to get to the con floor today, but that’s okay. It’s soooooooo great seeing everyone!

When are we building that citadel????

As (sort of) mentioned at the bottom of the last post, GenCon/JadeCon, our annual gathering, starts this week – Wednesday for me, Thursday for some, and in the meantime I have enough to do that I’m pretty much ignoring the computer entirely. Posting will resume midweek – I hesitate to say regular posting because it is, after all, JadeCon. You can check out our accounts of 2004 and 2005 for some idea of what to expect.

Be warned: There will be drinking – I won’t guarantee that JadeCon posts will make sense. You can’t say you haven’t been warned.

It’s the post-Con Depression Kickoff Breakfast already? This Jadecon has gone so fast… Too fast. And we’re all exhausted, more than usual. I believe we’ve Con’ed the hell out of this year, with C3 and ROTS gatherings.

And we’re signing the Luke. Upside down. I have suite pictures but seeing as we barely managed to blog this year, getting pictures off cameras at this point may be too much of a stretch.

Susan is taking my picture as I blog. Bitch.

P.S.: I forgot that I won second place in Sithspit’s bounty hunter game. Derek is first by a very long shot, but I took much Sithly pleasure in making him sweat.

The Survivor: Hoth competition came down to me and Debby. To avoid having to do a final filking contest to determine the winner, we decided to get married and split the proceeds. Except no one else seemed to think it was a good idea. So we rolled Rogue’s handy d20 and Debby won. Which was good, because the grand prize was Trivial Pursuit DVD edition and I’ve got that one already. (I won a giant General Grevious pez dispenser!)

But if anyone asks, we totally got married. Totally.

Dunc already mentioned my Thursday night, which involved me getting just a little drunk. Just a little, of course.

Ok, so I got hammered like that stupid little nail that just won’t go in properly. Anyway, I felt that I would write a two-stanza haiku for filk night to commemorate it, especially in light of the fact that everyone was very good about not rubbing my idiocy in my face. So here it is:

Laying on the tile,
I hope no one lights a match;
Nevermind, it’s cold.

Here I go again,
Meeting with my new master.
Hail, porcelain god!

Count, em, baby. And PG thinks I don’t have any skills…

Dean Haglund, aka Langley of the Lone Gunmen from The X-Files is one of the guests at GenCon this year. I saw him on the floor when the autograph lines were pretty shorts, so I just had to tell him about the Lone Gunbabies. I introduced myself, told him I had triplets that were born 7 years ago when XF was still on, and that we had nicknamed them the Lone Gunbabies. He was amused and even asked for a picture of them. I got an autograph from him “To Kelly and the Lone Gunbabies” and later when I remembered I had my camera and went back to get a picture, he remembered me.

We invited him to the suite tonight and he came with a friend who apparently was a vampire on the last episode of Buffy. Spike kicked his ass, or so I hear. :) He enjoyed Mary’s drinks and PG’s lavish “Jade Con Lite My Ass” Hoth decorations. Updisde-down Luke and the wampa in the cave are some of the highlights. Oh, and the bacta tank dancing cage.

Where else but at JadeCon could a Lone Gunman and a Buffy vampire have a drink on Hoth and hear about the Lone Gunbabies?

We’ve had the second CJ casuality–Aaron busted his knee in a fall on the ice. Hopefully it’s not a serious problem. Rogue, however, lead the CJers in sheer number of falls, I believe. We all stared in awe as Liz, Caitlin, Diane and Jen dazzled us with their talent at skating. I skated on the ice for the first time and I didn’t fall down–I guess it’s true that rollerblading experience helps you with ice skating.

Also, we have not watched any bootlegs whatsoever. Not a one.

Survivor Hoth continues, but I just got booted. My team (go Dead Tauntons!) didn’t win the relay race, even though I just gave myself a carpet burn crawling down the Hyatt hallway ala Yoda.

But Dunc did the race dressed as a Gungan, and that’s worse. Even if she *is* still in the hunt.