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wolven7Voltaire - [Brains!]--- DragonCon. It's a place to go where, as many might think, i'd be surrounded by those who reside in the most apt place to be Like Me, or of, at least, similar bent. Yes? Ok. (Voltaire - [Graveyard Picnic]). So, to what else does it, then, naturally, lend itself? That's right: People i know, knowing each other, realising that they all know me. That crystalization of name, place, identifiers and purpose. It's like i'm in Philosophy of Language, and/or Metaphysics, again, every day of my life, talking about Designators and Identity Theory. Woo, Hoo. Anyway, that happened, Many times, this weekend. And yes, you get the DragonCon report, before anything else.
Things done:
Regarding Voltaire: I introduced myself to Voltaire. (Voltaire - [...About A Girl]). I introduced myself as "That guy on whose phone you left a message, earlier this year." And he remembered. That was nice. Then i went to his show, watched him, he played China Girl, at one point, at which point i held up a lighter and he said "Thank you, Damien." I took a bow. All i could think to do. {I talked to him a great many times, over the weekend. When the CthulAid was made, i tried to get him to Taste it, and he refused, saying "Heell No. That shit looks Toxic. And i said: It is, but Toxic in a Good Way. He still refused. I saw all the Voltaire sets, and met his new girlfriend. She's really cool. (Voltaire - [Caught A Light Sneeze]). Got Her to try not the CthulAid, but the Call of CthulAid, i.e. The Batch with Jaager. She said it tasted and smelled like Sour Gummi Bears, and that she like it a bit Too much. Made me take it away from her. I then used her, as the girlfriend angle, to make Voltaire try it. He refused, again, saing it smelled like Robatussin. "Ain't no Tussin, in there," i replied, "Shit smells like Tussin," he said again. We convinced him, eventually, to try a small sip. He takes the bottle, angrily, and takes a tiny sip. His eyes go wide... "Damn," he says... "That's REally good!" To which i reply "SEE?! That's why you Listen to me."
Voltaire hit on me. A Lot. Got Semi-Jokingly Propositioned. Quote being (with his arm around my shoulder, in front of many people): "So like, totally in the Not Gay Way, but do you wanna like... Go up to my room, and hold each others' cocks?" I Look at him, look at my Dr Pepper, look at him again and say "I need a bit more Alcohol to Drink before i can say yes to that." He continues hitting on me, but, as he says, "Not in the Gay way." That night, when he was taking all the merchandise off the table, he asks me if i'm going to be at the show the next day, to which i reply, i'll Be there. He Stops, puts down his stuff, looks at me and says "You and I must Make a Pact./We must bring Salva-tion Ba-ack." I pick up, here, and sing: "Where-evere there's Love: I'll Be There." And we Sing "I'll be there," at each other, for a few minutes. He was nice and sloshed, at that point. He drank Captain Morgan's and Diet Coke. *quizzical look* Kind of Odd. Lots of fun quips and hanging with Voltaire. It was Much Hilarity.}
With People At The Con: I saw So Many People, this weekend. (Voltaire - [Let It Go]). Re-Introduced myself to the CrüxShadows, got them to sign stuff. Talked to Chad, the Light Guy, again. Went to a few "Whose Line Is It, Anyway" contests, and watched Patrick go from being an Alternate, on the floor, to nearly Winning the Finals. (The Last Dance - [Nightmares]). Saw![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladymerrydeath, at the Last Dance table, and hung out with her, and michette, for a good bit of the con. bakeneko was one of the other people, in my room, so i saw her and awful lot. Saw raoin, saxshooter, damnedsaint, paosparti, and many many other people, quite a bit. Two different people i know named Raven, introduced them to each other, that was fun, saw Mark, that always rocks. Found out Mark knew one of the Ravens... That was weird..
The Last Dance - [Rage]---raoin Financed the CthulAid. We made Much of the Drink That Should Not Be. And The Call.... I had peole telling me that i should seel that shit by the gallon full, and i may. Soon. The Taint must be Tasted. Hung out with Parson, Anje, Kathryn, Al, and Bob. Bob, Al, Parson, and I, Hosted a six and a Half hour Panel about Nothing. It was the Panel Without a Purpose. It was Amazing. 3, or 3.30 am, Monday, until 9.30 or Ten. We had to be out by Ten, because that's when an actual panel started. (The Last Dance - [Wanderlust]). But i gave out some Samples of the Call of CthulAid-- as endorsed by Voltaire-- to the audience. They were amazed. I say that Al Bob and I hosted, because, even though there were many guest hosts on our panel, and even though we ganked it, from the group that had started at 12, we kept it going until the morning light, and beyond. We kept people awake and entertained, and gave people without a room, anywhere, somthing to do, and a place to be. But not to sleep. Sleeping came with Dire consequences. It was wonderful. We're going to do it again, next year.
The Last Dance - [Whisper]--- Conviced people that they needed to have lesbian sex, or, rather, that if they wanted to have lesbian sex, one of them was going to have to make the first move. And i gave a pep talk to the one who i knew it was going to have to be. Please keep in mind, few of these events are in Chronological order. At All. It's like some kind of Dream. Things happened, and i'm going to write them down, as unfiltered as possible, before i forget them, all, and i'm Still not going to remember something, and i know it. It's ok. (The Last Dance - [Dead Man's Party]). I did a lot of wandering, and missing people, and wishing people were there. Wrote a poem about it. Wrote a little thing about the flowing Emptiness that hit me, on Monday afternoon. Here's both of those things, "Journal" thing first:
"5.29pm 01.09.03: Empty smiles and weighted words. and I'm not the kind of person to simply enjoy and not question, Why? Inner Syntax, and question in its own right, right? Right. It has to do, again, with the fact taht I try no t to be flase, I try not to fall into the star-struck pandering. When i express my interest, it is in you, as a Person, that which fuels what you create. I'd think your Songs/Art/Games/Sketch Comedy Vaudville Dog and Pony Show Rocked, even if I'd only ever seen it in some shitty bar. Because You, as the person who Made it, rock. I am your fan, but I'd like to be your friend.
"I'm In that Place where every unhappy thing Grates on my nerves" (The Last Dance - [Breath]). And that's where i stopped, with that. Had to leave. Ate some Chinese, later last night. Yeah. Anyway, The whole weekend, was surrounded by people, great people, many wonderful people. Met the members of a few bands i like, and i felt Alone, for a bit. "If your idea of being alone in the world is going out to a club with 25 of your closest friends, getting Shit Faced, and making out with someone, then you're probably a Goth" - Voltaire. That occured to me, this morning. Here's the poem:
Wish You Were Here
You're interwoven in all I do;
apace in a place where
people hide from who they are,
and show their true selves from
Behind Costumes.
Flesh bared and scantily clad,
and every thought is tinged with you.
A static Mechanical Essence,
flowing, mutating over everything,
and oh, how I wish you were here.
Days fueled on caffeine and spite,
nights driven for alcöhol and eye
candy...
As well as caffeine,
and spite.
Flickering televisions,
and sulfurous projectors
hiding in basements from people
and always, forever wishing
that you were here, with me,
bacause hiding, with you,
Is like showing myself, proudly,
to Everything in the Universe,
that matters.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
It's about you all, and/but You, all. You know who You are. Those of you who don't... keep searching...
I'll talk about the dream i had, last night, later... It was really fucked up... Seriously... Hardcore. Fucked Up.
See you guys and girls Later. I need to shower and obtain moneys for rent, and go to school. Yay. Missed you guys. Later.
Things done:
Regarding Voltaire: I introduced myself to Voltaire. (Voltaire - [...About A Girl]). I introduced myself as "That guy on whose phone you left a message, earlier this year." And he remembered. That was nice. Then i went to his show, watched him, he played China Girl, at one point, at which point i held up a lighter and he said "Thank you, Damien." I took a bow. All i could think to do. {I talked to him a great many times, over the weekend. When the CthulAid was made, i tried to get him to Taste it, and he refused, saying "Heell No. That shit looks Toxic. And i said: It is, but Toxic in a Good Way. He still refused. I saw all the Voltaire sets, and met his new girlfriend. She's really cool. (Voltaire - [Caught A Light Sneeze]). Got Her to try not the CthulAid, but the Call of CthulAid, i.e. The Batch with Jaager. She said it tasted and smelled like Sour Gummi Bears, and that she like it a bit Too much. Made me take it away from her. I then used her, as the girlfriend angle, to make Voltaire try it. He refused, again, saing it smelled like Robatussin. "Ain't no Tussin, in there," i replied, "Shit smells like Tussin," he said again. We convinced him, eventually, to try a small sip. He takes the bottle, angrily, and takes a tiny sip. His eyes go wide... "Damn," he says... "That's REally good!" To which i reply "SEE?! That's why you Listen to me."
Voltaire hit on me. A Lot. Got Semi-Jokingly Propositioned. Quote being (with his arm around my shoulder, in front of many people): "So like, totally in the Not Gay Way, but do you wanna like... Go up to my room, and hold each others' cocks?" I Look at him, look at my Dr Pepper, look at him again and say "I need a bit more Alcohol to Drink before i can say yes to that." He continues hitting on me, but, as he says, "Not in the Gay way." That night, when he was taking all the merchandise off the table, he asks me if i'm going to be at the show the next day, to which i reply, i'll Be there. He Stops, puts down his stuff, looks at me and says "You and I must Make a Pact./We must bring Salva-tion Ba-ack." I pick up, here, and sing: "Where-evere there's Love: I'll Be There." And we Sing "I'll be there," at each other, for a few minutes. He was nice and sloshed, at that point. He drank Captain Morgan's and Diet Coke. *quizzical look* Kind of Odd. Lots of fun quips and hanging with Voltaire. It was Much Hilarity.}
With People At The Con: I saw So Many People, this weekend. (Voltaire - [Let It Go]). Re-Introduced myself to the CrüxShadows, got them to sign stuff. Talked to Chad, the Light Guy, again. Went to a few "Whose Line Is It, Anyway" contests, and watched Patrick go from being an Alternate, on the floor, to nearly Winning the Finals. (The Last Dance - [Nightmares]). Saw
ladymerrydeath, at the Last Dance table, and hung out with her, and michette, for a good bit of the con. bakeneko was one of the other people, in my room, so i saw her and awful lot. Saw raoin, saxshooter, damnedsaint, paosparti, and many many other people, quite a bit. Two different people i know named Raven, introduced them to each other, that was fun, saw Mark, that always rocks. Found out Mark knew one of the Ravens... That was weird.. The Last Dance - [Rage]---
raoin Financed the CthulAid. We made Much of the Drink That Should Not Be. And The Call.... I had peole telling me that i should seel that shit by the gallon full, and i may. Soon. The Taint must be Tasted. Hung out with Parson, Anje, Kathryn, Al, and Bob. Bob, Al, Parson, and I, Hosted a six and a Half hour Panel about Nothing. It was the Panel Without a Purpose. It was Amazing. 3, or 3.30 am, Monday, until 9.30 or Ten. We had to be out by Ten, because that's when an actual panel started. (The Last Dance - [Wanderlust]). But i gave out some Samples of the Call of CthulAid-- as endorsed by Voltaire-- to the audience. They were amazed. I say that Al Bob and I hosted, because, even though there were many guest hosts on our panel, and even though we ganked it, from the group that had started at 12, we kept it going until the morning light, and beyond. We kept people awake and entertained, and gave people without a room, anywhere, somthing to do, and a place to be. But not to sleep. Sleeping came with Dire consequences. It was wonderful. We're going to do it again, next year.The Last Dance - [Whisper]--- Conviced people that they needed to have lesbian sex, or, rather, that if they wanted to have lesbian sex, one of them was going to have to make the first move. And i gave a pep talk to the one who i knew it was going to have to be. Please keep in mind, few of these events are in Chronological order. At All. It's like some kind of Dream. Things happened, and i'm going to write them down, as unfiltered as possible, before i forget them, all, and i'm Still not going to remember something, and i know it. It's ok. (The Last Dance - [Dead Man's Party]). I did a lot of wandering, and missing people, and wishing people were there. Wrote a poem about it. Wrote a little thing about the flowing Emptiness that hit me, on Monday afternoon. Here's both of those things, "Journal" thing first:
"5.29pm 01.09.03: Empty smiles and weighted words. and I'm not the kind of person to simply enjoy and not question, Why? Inner Syntax, and question in its own right, right? Right. It has to do, again, with the fact taht I try no t to be flase, I try not to fall into the star-struck pandering. When i express my interest, it is in you, as a Person, that which fuels what you create. I'd think your Songs/Art/Games/Sketch Comedy Vaudville Dog and Pony Show Rocked, even if I'd only ever seen it in some shitty bar. Because You, as the person who Made it, rock. I am your fan, but I'd like to be your friend.
"I'm In that Place where every unhappy thing Grates on my nerves" (The Last Dance - [Breath]). And that's where i stopped, with that. Had to leave. Ate some Chinese, later last night. Yeah. Anyway, The whole weekend, was surrounded by people, great people, many wonderful people. Met the members of a few bands i like, and i felt Alone, for a bit. "If your idea of being alone in the world is going out to a club with 25 of your closest friends, getting Shit Faced, and making out with someone, then you're probably a Goth" - Voltaire. That occured to me, this morning. Here's the poem:
Wish You Were Here
You're interwoven in all I do;
apace in a place where
people hide from who they are,
and show their true selves from
Behind Costumes.
Flesh bared and scantily clad,
and every thought is tinged with you.
A static Mechanical Essence,
flowing, mutating over everything,
and oh, how I wish you were here.
Days fueled on caffeine and spite,
nights driven for alcöhol and eye
candy...
As well as caffeine,
and spite.
Flickering televisions,
and sulfurous projectors
hiding in basements from people
and always, forever wishing
that you were here, with me,
bacause hiding, with you,
Is like showing myself, proudly,
to Everything in the Universe,
that matters.
©Damien Williams. All Rights Reserved.
It's about you all, and/but You, all. You know who You are. Those of you who don't... keep searching...
I'll talk about the dream i had, last night, later... It was really fucked up... Seriously... Hardcore. Fucked Up.
See you guys and girls Later. I need to shower and obtain moneys for rent, and go to school. Yay. Missed you guys. Later.
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Date: 2003-09-02 10:12 am (UTC)A few years ago,
(Thanks for posting all the TLD songs...)
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And yeah.. i might... Voltaire is a pretty good guy. Very Silly, when drunk.
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Date: 2003-09-02 10:52 am (UTC)Let me know the details!
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Date: 2003-09-02 06:48 pm (UTC)you forgot to mention that towards the end i was also helping to convince voltaire that he should at least try it. "c'mon one little sip isnt going to kill you."
and i can relate to the sentiment of the poem. i have written one where the message was similar. i hate that feeling. i want to burn it. but then, i've been wanting to kill a lot of things lately. and just cant seem to bring myself to do it.
buy your german book!
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